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What Fury does disturb my Rest? What Hell is this within my Breast? Now I abhor, and now I love; And each an equal Torment prove. I see CELINDA's Cruelty, I see she loves all Men but me; I see her Falshood, see her Pride, I see ten thousand Faults beside; I see she sticks at nought that's ill; Yet, O ye Powers! I love her still. Others on Precipices run, Which, blind with Love, they cannot shun. I see my Danger, see my Ruin, Yet seek, yet court my own undoing: And each new Reason I explore To hate her, makes me love her more.