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Where are the fiends Who have invaded Heaven, and stolen the forms Of angels, to deceive my trusting heart? Oh! false fair devil! shameless wanton! thou, Thou whom I called my friend, couldst thou too heap Dishonour on my head,—give to my arms, My chaste embrace, thy spotted harlot? Heaven, Lend me thy lightning; 't is not common death That will suffice my vengeance. Angelo! I loved them both,—how dearly, these hot tears Will witness; from my burning eyes they burst Like drops of melted iron from the breast Of yon volcano.—Oh! my Veronica!— Julian!—ye lovely phantoms of my brain! Must, must I loose ye!?

Such ingratitude, Such base return for kindness, merits not. This tenderness.