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O Fly! 'Tis dire mein: And, meditating plagues unseen, The sorc'ress hither bends: Behold her torch in gall imbrued: Beholdher garments drop with blood Of lovers and of friends.

Fly far! Already in your eyes I see a pale suffusion rise; And soon thro' every vein, Soon will her secret venom spread, And all your heart and all your head Imbibe the potent stain. The