Life is the body`s light; which, once declining, Those crimson clouds i` th` cheeks and lips leave shining:- Those counter-changed tabbies in the air, The sun once set, all of one colour are: So, when death comes, fresh tinctures lose their place, And dismal darkness then doth smutch the face.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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