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 I complain'd, but tenderly complain'd; "I could not bear it" Indeed! he hurt mestill he thought no more than that being so young, the largeness of his machine (for few men could dispute size with him) made all the dificulty, and that possible I had not been enjoy'd by any so advantageously made in that part as himself; for still, that my virgin-flower was yet uncrop'd never once enter'd into his head, and he would have thought it idling with time and words to have question'd me upon it.

He tries again; still no admittance; still no penetration; but he had hurt me yet more, whilst my extreme love made me bear extreme pain almost without a groan: at length, after repeated fruitless trials, he lay down panting by me, kiss'd my falling tears, and ask'd me tenderly, what was the meaning of so much complaining, and if I had not born it better from others than I did from him? I answer'd, with a simplicity fram'd to swade,