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He ventures in: let no buzz'd whisper tell:

      All eyes be muffled, or a hundred swords

      Will storm his heart, Love's fev'rous citadel:

      For him, those chambers held barbarian hordes,

      Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords,

      Whose very dogs would execrations howl

      Against his lineage: not one breast affords

      Him any mercy, in that mansion foul,

Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.