Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night; That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth, And ere a man hath power to say “Behold!” The jaws of darkness do devour it up. So quick bright things come to confusion. MNEMONIC: O, i t w a s i c, W, d, o s d l s t i, M i m a a s, S a a s, s a a d, B a t l i t c n T, i a s, u b h a E, A e a m h p t s “B!” T j o d d d i u. S q b t c t c.

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