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Of all the torments, all the cares,
With which our lives are curst;
Of all the plagues a lover bears,
Sure rivals are the worst!
By partners in each other kind
Afflictions easier grow;
In love alone we hate to find
Companions of our woe.

— William Walsh

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How great soe’er your rigours are,
With them alone I’ll cope;
I can endure my own despair,
But not another’s hope.

And sadly reflecting,
That a lover forsaken
A new love may get,
But a neck when once broken
Can never be set.

But, mad with his love,
To a precipice goes,
Where a leap from above
Would soon finish his woes.

I can endure my own despair,
But not another’s hope.

But, bold, unconcerned
At thoughts of the pain,
He calmly returned
To his cottage again.

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