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By torture driven, in open day,

The kitchen he invaded,

Convulsed upon the hearth he lay,

With anguish sorely jaded;

The poisoner laugh'd; Ha! ha! quoth she,

His life is ebbing fast, I see,

As if his frame love wasted.