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To a mysteriously consorted pair This place is consecrate; to death and life, And to the best affections that proceed From this conjunction.

many hopes were borne upon thy bier, O bride of stricken love! in anguish hither! Like flowers, the first and fairest of the year Pluck'd on the bosom of the dead to wither;