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" Lost, I am Lost! My fates have doomed my death.
The more I strive, I love; the more I love,
The less I hope. I see my ruin, certain.
What judgement or endeavors could apply
To my incurable and restless wounds
I throughly have examined, but in vain.
Oh, that it were not in religion sin
To make our love a god and worship it!
I have even wearied heaven with prayers, dried up
The spring of my continual tears, even starved
My veins with daily fasts; what wit or art
Could counsel, I have practiced. But, alas,
I find all these but dreams and old men's tales
To fright unsteady youth; I'm still the same.
Or I must speak or burst. Tis not, I know,
My lust, but tis my fate that leads me on.
Keep fear and low fainthearted shame with slaves!
I'll tell her that I love her, through my heart
Were rated at the price of that attempt. "

John Ford , 'Tis Pity She's a Whore


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John  Ford quote : Lost, I am Lost! My fates have doomed my death.<br />The more I strive, I love; the more I love,<br />The less I hope. I see my ruin, certain.<br />What judgement or endeavors could apply<br />To my incurable and restless wounds<br />I throughly have examined, but in vain.<br />Oh, that it were not in religion sin<br />To make our love a god and worship it!<br />I have even wearied heaven with prayers, dried up<br />The spring of my continual tears, even starved<br />My veins with daily fasts; what wit or art<br />Could counsel, I have practiced. But, alas,<br />I find all these but dreams and old men's tales<br />To fright unsteady youth; I'm still the same.<br />Or I must speak or burst. Tis not, I know,<br />My lust, but tis my fate that leads me on.<br />Keep fear and low fainthearted shame with slaves!<br />I'll tell her that I love her, through my heart<br />Were rated at the price of that attempt.