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"Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night..."

God closed both his eyes at the misfortune of the atrabilious'
So the angels danced to the last trump of the last triumph
How tragic, how sharp was the knife that cut through her bones
Reached her heart and emancipate the blood and all her sorrows

"O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips.
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make me die with a restorative."