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that then I scorn
hymns at heaven's gate
enjoy contented least
When in disgrace with
fortune and men's eyes
yet in these thoughts
I all alone beweep
my outcast state
for thy sweet love
myself almost despising
And trouble deaf heaven
with my bootless cries
haply I think on thee
and look upon myself
and curse my fate
