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Saturday, January 06, 2018

Twelfth Night

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Shine out, fair Sun, with all your heat,
Show all your thousand-coloured light!
Black Winter freezes to his seat;
The grey wolf howls, he does so bite;
Crookt Age on three knees creeps the street;
The boneless fish close quaking lies
And eats for cold his aching feet;
The stars in icicles arise:
Shine out, and make this winter night
Our beauty's Spring, our Prince of Light!


by George Chapman

from "The Masque of the Twelve Months", first performed on Twelfth Night 1619

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