[BNP/E3, 79 – 11]

Rage without hate and scorn made feeble by despair.

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          I never was a slave

Of curst convention’s damnable domain

My thoughts were e’er mine own, I never gave

A whit of {…}

And when your spirit with emotion bend

Its {…}

For the most vulgar mind not comprehend

A love more deep than for himself each man

          A heart

Deeper in love than old Democrit’s well

And which their hearts with feeble notions fell {…}

[48^v]

Philologia Romanica.