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246 DHAMATIC HOMANCES AND L YHICS
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Not that I bid you spare her the pain I
Let death be felt and the proof remain:
Brand, burn up, bite into its grace­
He is sure to remember her dying face I
11
Is it done? Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose,
It kills her, and this prevents seeing it close:
The delicate droplet, my whole fortune's fcelf
it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me ?
12
Now, take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill,
You may kiss me, old man, on my mouth if you willI
But brush this dust off me, lest borror it brings
Ere I know it-next moment I dance at the King's I
xxx
THE CONFESSIONAL
[SPAIN1
1
IT is a lie-their Priests, their Pope,
Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope
Are lies, and lies-there 1 thro' my door
And ceiling, there 1 and walls and floor,
There, lies, they lie, shall still be hurled,
Till spite of them I reach the world t
2
You think Priests just and holy men 1
Before they put me in this den,
I was a human creature too,
With flesh and blood like one of you,
A girl that laughed in beauty's pride
Like lilies in your world outside.
3
I had a lover-shame avaunt I
This poor wrenched body, grim and gaunt,
\\'as kissed all over till it burned,
By lips the truest, love e'er turned
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