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For I can ne’er be conquered but by love,
And you do all for duty.
Nature meant me
A wife, a silly, harmless, household dove,
Fond without art, and kind without deceit;
But Fortune, that has made a mistress of me,
Has thrust me out to the wide world.
Let dull Octavia
Survive to mourn him dead; my nobler fate
Shall knit our spousals with a tie too strong
For Roman laws to break.
For I can ne’er be conquered but by love,
And you do all for duty.
Nature meant me
A wife, a silly, harmless, household dove,
Fond without art, and kind without deceit;
But Fortune, that has made a mistress of me,
Has thrust me out to the wide world.
Let dull Octavia
Survive to mourn him dead; my nobler fate
Shall knit our spousals with a tie too strong
For Roman laws to break.