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'O hateful, vaporous, and foggy Night! (772)

Since thou art guilty of my cureless crime, (773)

Muster thy mists to meet the eastern light, (774)

Make war against proportion'd course of time; (775)

Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb
His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed, (777)

Knit poisonous clouds about his golden head.

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