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 I am driven athwart by the hurricane

Of frenzy; my tongue refuseth rein:

Thick issue of words doth battle in vain

With the blinding, shattering surges.

Him wise I call, him wise attest,

Whose bosom first with this was great,

And whose tongue publish'd it: "They best

Do wed, that match their own estate.

Let not the toil-engrainèd hands

Lust to embrace in spousal bands

Them that above the general crowd

High breed exalts, or wealth makes delicate and proud."

May never day for me appear,

Never for me, O Queens of Doom,

To come the bed of God anear,

Or get of them on high for groom!