But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? Tis the night and Luna is the moon. Arise fair moon and slay the jealous sun who is blindingly arrogant and vain. That thou her maid art far more fair than she, be not her maid for she is envious, her vestal livery is but sickly and green and none but fools doth wear it, cast it off.
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