Ladislaus, Ter zyde.
O Hemel! heeft myn hand my dan bedroogen?
Of is die zelf van u misleid, myn dwaalende oogen?
Indien de Hartog leeft, wien trof ik dan in 't hart?
En wie my in den arm?
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