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![]() Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings ... Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. |
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![]() But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. |
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