• “Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun;
    Thyself from thine affection
    Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye
    All lesser birds will take their jollity.
    Up, up, fair bride, and call
    Thy stars from out their several boxes, take
    Thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make
    Thyself a constellation of them all;
    And by their blazing signify
    That a great princess falls, but doth not die.
    Be thou a new star, that to us portends
    Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends.”

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