Life Is the Body's Light
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.
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