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A True Repentance Shuns The Evil Itself, More Than The External Suffering Or The Shame.

O Death, Made Proud With Pure And Princely Beauty!

O Most Delicate Fiend! Who Is't Can Read A Woman? Is There More?

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

Crowns In My Purse I Have, And Goods At Home, And So Am Come Abroad To See The World.