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Say, then thy woes began, and thou speak'st truly.

This is the sharpest sorrow of my lot,

That, like a plague-infected wretch, I bear

Death and destruction hid within my breast;

That, where I tread, e'en on the healthiest spot,

Ere long the blooming faces round betray

The anguish'd features of a ling'ring death.