.
O, here
will I set up my everlasting rest,
and shake the yoke of
inauspicious stars
from this world-wearied flesh
eyes,
look your last...
arms,
take your last embrace...
and,
lips,
o you, the doors of breath
seal with a righteous kiss
a dateless bargain
to engrossing death!
.
/william shakespeare/
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