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1       2, VI   |        was not for them that my miserable soul lusted, for I had an
2       3, II   |      though no one is willingly miserable, one may, nevertheless,
3       3, II   |        suffers the loss of some miserable felicity. This, surely,
4       4, V    |     grieved and wept, for I was miserable and had lost my joy. Or
5       6, VII  |         had been blinded by its miserable pleasures. And he roused
6       6, XI   |       it. I thought I should be miserable if I were deprived of the
7       9, XXI  | remember a happy life when I am miserable. And I have never, through
8       9, XXIII|      which do more to make them miserable than those which would make