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The while the unguent, soft and suave,

To all my wounds sweet comfort gave.

At once it hurt and yet it healed.

Awaited new pains, yet old annealed.

ITH bounding step the God of Love

Towards me ran, and stood above

My prostrate form, then gaily cried:

“Vassal! ’twere vain that thou denied

Thyself my prisoner, nought to fear

Hast thou, amend thy mournful cheer.

The readier thou to do ray will.

The quicker shall I be to fill

Thy heart with joyance. Mad wert thou

To fear him whom thou ought’st to know

For kindly friend; ’twere thine to seek

From him benevolence; all too weak

Art thou for contest. Learn of me

That pride and foolish vanity

Can serve thee nought. Thy will submit

To mine and thou shall joy in it.”

I answered; “ Sire, to you I give

Me wholly while ’tis mine to live:

’Fore God! no will have I to make

Rebellion ’gainst you; freely take