I fear too early, for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night s revels, and expire the term Of a despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But he that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail. On, lusty gentlemen.
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