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Well, well,—Heaven bless you all from day to day!

Forgiveness too, or e’er we part, from each,

As I do give it, so must I beseech:

I owe all much, much more than I can pay;

Therefore it is I go; how could I stay

Where every look commits me to fresh debt,

And to pay little I must borrow yet?

Enough of this already, now away!

With silent woods and hills untenanted

Let me go commune; under thy sweet gloom,

O kind maternal Darkness, hide my head:

The day may come I yet may re-assume

My place, and, these tired limbs recruited, seek

The task for which I now am all too weak.