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(Poem by ViennaCC)
Slandering creation with a false esteem:
I rail'd on thee, fearing my love's decease.
Teach me to curse him that thou taught'st this ill!
For it was lent thee all that brood to kill.
Some high, some low, the painter was so nice;
Oh, let him keep his loathsome cabin still
