Deep are the wounds which strike a virtuous name

Deep are the wounds which strike a virtuous name,
Sharp are the darts Revenge still sets on wing:
Consuming Jealousy's abhorred flame!
Deadly the frowns of an enraged king.
Yet all these to Disdain's heart-searching string,
Deep, sharp, consuming, deadly, nothing be,
Whose darts, wounds, flames, and frowns, meet all in me.
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