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For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,

And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.

—William Shakespeare, “Venus and Adonis”

See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll,

Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.

—Alexander Pope, “Eloisa to Abelard”