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LXXIII.

Never again think any to work aught kindly soever,

Dream that in any abides honour, of injury free.

Love is a debt in arrear; time's parted service avails not;

Rather is only the more sorrow, a heavier ill:

Chiefly to me, whom none so fierce, so deadly deceiving

Troubleth, as he whose friend only but inly was I.