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I FIND no
peace, and all my war is done;
I fear and hope; I
burn and freeze like ice;
I fly above the wind, yet
can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the
world I seize on;
That looseth nor locketh holdeth
me in prison
And holdeth me not, yet can I 'scape
nowise;
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
[by my own choice]
And yet of death it giveth none
occasion.
Withouten eyen, I see; and without tongue
I plain; [lament]
I desire to perish, and yet I ask
health;
I love another, and thus I hate myself;
I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both death and life;
And my
delight is causer of this strife.
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