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Your punishment is just, you must confess,
'Cause you the rules of chastity transgress.
Good heaven saw, and did the sight detest,
An impious hand upon a virgin's breast.
To expiate the fault that hand had done,
Blood runs in torrents from your wounded thumb;
Let this deter you from an act so rude,
Lest serpents sting you, when you next intrude.
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