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 PAUL THE SILENTIARY.

Book V,, Epigram 230.

With one hair from her head did Doris tie My hands, her captive I! — I laughed aloud, so easy 't seemed at first The golden thread to burst, But when I find not all my strength can tear Sweet Doris' single hair From off my fettered hands, unfortunate I groan my bitter fate, Since evermore this hair the chain shall be By which she leadeth me.