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But since Love made me his lord, neither poverty nor death frightens me; rather he prizes servitude and death.

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Oh how many times, to my sweet refuge, fleeing others and myself and my anguish, I still wet the grass and cloth with tears, more from fear than from any displeasure. But since Love made me his lord, neither

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For in her more than in other arms my breast had its accustomed pity, which makes it wise; so for her, with suspicion and with deceit, I often fled the longed-for bed.