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...vault a feafting prefence full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'J : [ L tying Paris in the Monument. How oft, when men are at the...keepers call A lightning before death. O, how may 1 Death, that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Call this...

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...prefence full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. [Laying Paris in the msnument, How oft, when men are at the point of death, Have...which their keepers call A lightning before death. U, how may I Call this a lightning! O my love, my wife! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath,...

...prefence full of light. Death, Jy thou there, by a dead man interred : [Laying Paris in the Monn-otftA^ How oft, when men are at the point of death, Have...which their keepers call A lightning before death O, hcrtv may I Call this a lightning! — Oh my love, my wife ! Death that hath fuck'd the honey of thy...