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Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile