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'T is whiter than an Indian pipe, / 'T is dimmer than a lace; / No stature has it, like a fog, / When you approach the place.
Not any voice denotes it here, / Or intimates it there; / A spirit, how doth it accost?
What customs hath the air?
This limitless hyperbole / Each one of us shall be; / 'T is drama, if (hypothesis) / It be not tragedy!