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I. tyrant, and young torturer! Young Love! how can it be, That such extremes and opposites Should meet and mix in thee?

II. Thou of the rainbow wing! whose reign Is as the colours there, If thou hadst such delight in pain, Thou could'st not be so fair.

III. I looked upon thy morning cheek, Thy lip with ruby dyed, And then I blamed thy painted task, And said thou wert belied.