gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, toward
phoebus’ lodging. such a wagoner as phaeton would whip you to the west and
bring in cloudy night immediately. spread thy close curtain, love-performing
night, that runaways’ eyes may wink, and romeo leap to these arms, untalked of
and unseen. lovers can see to do their amorous rites by their own beauties, or,
if love be blind, it best agrees with night. come, civil night, thou
sober-suited matron, all in black, and learn me how to lose a winning match played
for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. hood my unmanned blood bating in my
cheeks, with thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold, think true love
acted simple modesty. 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.
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