"O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk.(Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)
Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be part...
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