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I'm like a tom-cat in a thievish vein

That up fire-ladders tall and steep

And round the walls doth slyly creep;

Virtuous withal I feel, with, I confess.

A touch of thievish joy and wantonness.

Thus through my limbs already burns

The glorious Walpurgis night!

After tomorrow it returns;

Then why one wakes, one knows aright!