To varnish higher my fading joy,
Pleasures were ours without alloy,
Nay, Paradise,—till my frail Eve
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Our bliss was tempted to destroy,
Deceived and fated to deceive.
But I deserved; for all that time,
When I was loved, admired, caress'd,
There was within each secret crime,
Unfelt, uncancell'd, unconfess'd: