His scarcely moving hand lest it should swerve—
Behold me, now that I have cast my chains,
Master of the art which for thy sake I serve.
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For thou art mine: and now I am ashamed
To have usèd means to win so pure acquist,
And of my trembling fear that might have misst
Thro’ very care the gold at which I aim’d;
And am as happy but to hear thee named,
As are those gentle souls by angels kisst