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“That, with loosed locks: ‘O douce and dearest spouse, lacking whose love Love willeth not I live; why risk, when daring Ocean’s wrath to rouse, thy life, my life which is not thine to give? How canst forget our fond fair marriage-vows? Why face the waves a homeless fugitive? Our love, our vain content shall nought avail thrown to the breezes as they blow the sail?’