Men's joys are kill'd with[47] griefs and fears,

Yet she, like flowers oppress'd with dew,

Doth thrive and flourish in her tears. 

[13]

This, cruel, thou hast done, and thus

That face hath many servants slain,

Though th' end be not to ruin us,

But to seek glory by our pain.[48]

FOOTNOTES:

[43] MS. Whose pure offering comes too late.

[43]

[44] MS. profess'd her.

[44]

[45] MS. the.

[45]

[46] MS. such a.

[46]

[47] MS. by.

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