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Then, if 'tis clear that whatso Ills torment me  Must gar increasèd other Ills torment, Now can I never hope that aught content me. But is this only Fancy's False that shent? O feckless Vision, idle Thought that blent me! What! I, e'en I, can hope to see Content?