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Whose senses in so euill consort, their step-dame Nature laies,
STRIPPED to the waist, his copper-coloured skin
By night we linger'd on the lawn,
No poor Britisher is nearly
Let others sing of knights and paladines
What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried
WHat man so wise, what earthly wit so ware,
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,