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waves no way in her to sink can find

To penetrate the pith of contemplation;

These tears cannot dissolve her hardened mind,

Nor move her heart on me to take compassion;

O then, poor Corin, scorned and quite despised,

Loathe now to live since life procures thy woe;

Enough, thou hast thy heart anatomised,

For her sweet sake which will no pity show;

But as cold winter's storms and nipping frost

Can never change sweet Aramanthus' hue,

So though my love and life by her are crossed.

My heart shall still be constant firm and true.

Although Erynnis hinders Hymen's rites,

My fixèd faith against oblivion fights.