Constant Penelope sends to thee, careless Ulysses.
Write not again, but come, sweet mate, thyself to revive me.
Not Priamus, nor yet all Troy can us recompense make.
I mean, had been o’erwhelmed with waters.
Nor used this complaint, nor have thought the day to be so long.
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