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Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of Eyes.

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.