How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!<br/>
Here will we sit and let the sounds of music<br/>
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night<br/>
Become the touches of sweet harmony.<br/>
Sit$$$ Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven<br/>
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:<br/>
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st<br/>
But in his motion like an angel sings$$$<br/>
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;<br/>
Such harmony is in immortal souls;<br/>
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay<br/>
Doth grossly close it in$$$ we cannot hear it.
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