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Rh Of the same lovely mistress both

Alike the captives bound are we;

But thou for thy misfortune loth,

Whilst I am willingly.

Thou restless in thy prison art,

Complaining ever of thy pains;

While I would kisses, on my part,

Ev'n lavish on my chains.

But, ah! how different treating us,

Has scornful Fate the lot assign'd!

With me she's always tyrannous,

But with thee just as kind.

A thousand nights of torment borne,

A thousand days of martyrdom,

By thousand toils and pains, her scorn

I cannot overcome.

Inestimable happiness,

A mere caprice for thee has got;

So bathed in tears, in my distress,

I envy thee thy lot.

And there the while, with daring heel,

Thou tread'st in arrant confidence,

Without a heart or hope to feel,

Or instinct's common sense,