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Of the same lovely mistress both
⁠Alike the captives bound are we;
But thou for thy misfortune loth,
⁠Whilst I am willingly.

Thou restless in thy prison art,
⁠Complaining ever of thy pains;
While I would kisses, on my part,
⁠Ev'n lavish on my chains.

But, ah! how different treating us,
⁠Has scornful Fate the lot assign'd!
With me she's always tyrannous,
⁠But with thee just as kind.

A thousand nights of torment borne,
⁠A thousand days of martyrdom,
By thousand toils and pains, her scorn
⁠I cannot overcome.

Inestimable happiness,
⁠A mere caprice for thee has got;
So bathed in tears, in my distress,
⁠I envy thee thy lot.

And there the while, with daring heel,
⁠Thou tread'st in arrant confidence,
Without a heart or hope to feel,
⁠Or instinct's common sense,