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Why didst | thou* prom|ise such | a beaut|eous
day,
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And make | me trav|el forth | without | my cloak,
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To let base clouds | oretake | me in | my way,
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Hiding | thy brav|ery^in | their^rot|ten smoke?
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'Tis not | enough | that through | the cloud |
thou break,
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To dry | the rain | on my / storm-beat|en face,
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For no | man well | of such | a salve | can
speak,
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That heals | the wound, | and cures | not the |
disgrace:
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Nor* can | thy shame | give phys|ic to | my grief;
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Though thou | repent, | yet^I | *have still | the loss:
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The offend|er's sor|row lends | but weak | relief
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To him | that bears | the strong | offense|'s
cross.
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Ah* but | those^tears | are pearl | which^thy |
love^sheds,
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And they | are rich | and ransom | all ill
deeds.