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I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground. Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death. With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath. Of discontent; or that these prayers be. For weariness of life, not love of thee.

Ben Jonson