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If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing, Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy, That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting
" Then would I bear, and clench myself, and die, Steeled by...

Behold what hap Pygmalion had to frame And carve his proper grief upon a stone;
My heavy fortune is much like the same:
I work on flint, and that's the cause I moan
For hapless, lo, ev'n with mine own desires,