That the Soul can turn
Against itself
And live a pauper
Amid such wealth;
That the Soul should choose
A celibates bed
When married fair
And loving wed;
That the Soul should see
All things reversed,
Affection called:
A hated curse;
That the Soul can thrive
In insanitty
Shakes my faith
In humanity
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