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Fair as an angel, who yet inly wore

A wrinkled heart foreboding his near fall; 130

Who saw him alway wished to know him more,

As if he were some fate's defiant thrall

And nursed a dreaded secret at his core;

Little he loved, but power the most of all,

And that he seemed to scorn, as one who knew

By what foul paths men choose to crawl thereto.