Behind a mask of high disdainful scorn
To make his mirthful mate more tractable
To all venereal schemes his brain could form.
But Sin, the Stygian matron, nothing loath
To brave the bitter words of Satan's wiles,
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Stands undiscomforted, with aspect meek,
And to her fell companion thus replies:
"It is not meet that friends fast sworn and true,
In love compact, should thus debate and give
To Vigilance Eternal cause to say
That Hell knows neither vows nor loyal pair.
I never shall believe, tho' sworn on Styx,
That Satan is indifferent to the joys
He takes from his beloved spouse. For I
Have often heard thee sigh, when to the world
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