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 Such punishments, I said, were due To natures deepliest stain'd with sin: For aye entempesting anew Th'unfathomable hell within The horror of their deeds to view, To know and loathe, yet wish and do! Such griefs with such men well agree, But wherefore, wherefore fall on me? To be beloved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.