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Soon as it pierces with its subtle dart,
The coast of love, that weak unguarded part,

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In doleful sounds the wounded youth complains
Of pungent sores, and sharp nocturnal pains,
His nerves are all relax'd, his eyes grow dim,
And rigid aches torture every limb,
His hot envenom'd blood corrupts within,
And loathsome ulcers stain his fading skin;
At length his nose dismantled sinks away,
His flesh turns rotten and his bones decay;
Too late repentance comes! and pills too late!
Nor can ev'n Misaubin reverse his fate;
Living, his wholesome friends avoid his sight,
And dying he pollutes the realms of night.