Ook is het licht myner héldere oogen,
Mét eene wolk van droefheid overtoogen,
En in myn schielyk veranderde weezen
Weeten myn vyanden klaarlyk te leezen,
Tót meerd'ring van myn' pyn,
Hoe 't hart gestéld moet zyn.
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