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O times most bad, Without the scope Of hope Of better to be had! Where shall I go, Or whither run To shun This public overthrow? No places are, This I am sure, Secure In this our wasting war. Some storms we've past, Yet we must all Down fall, And perish at the last.

Nothing can be more loathsome than to see Power conjoin'd with Nature's cruelty.

I ask'd my Lucia but a kiss, And she with scorn denied me this; Say then, how ill should I have sped, Had I then ask'd her maidenhead?