• “A bride, before a "Good-night" could be said,
    Should vanish from her clothes into her bed,
    As souls from bodies steal, and are not spied.
    But now she's laid; what though she be?
    Yet there are more delays, for where is he?
    He comes and passeth through sphere after sphere;
    First her sheets, then her arms, then anywhere.
    Let not this day, then, but this night be thine;
    Thy day was but the eve to this, O Valentine.”

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