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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? / Thou art more lovely and more temperate; / Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May. / And summer's lease hath all too short a date; / But thy eternal summer shall not fade. / --Shakspeare.
Parting thus sadly from their unfortunate cousin, Villiers and Ethel were drawn together yet nearer, and, if possible, with a deeper tenderness of affection than before. Here was an example before their eyes, that all their fellow-creatures were not equally fortunate in the lottery of life, and that worse than a blank befell many, while the ticket which they had drawn was a prize beyond all summing. Edward felt indeed disappointed at losing his cousin's society, as well as deeply grieved at the wretched fate which he had selected for himself.