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“And, more, shall see their eyne, whom Fate shall spare from ills so dreadful, from so dire a blow, the two sad lovers left in mis’ery, where implac’able thorns and terrible thickets glow: There, when the stones wax soft at their despair, shown by their ceaseless woe, sigh, groan, tear, throe, in a last strained embrace their souls exhale from out the fairest, fondest, saddest jail.”