"But that i am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
i could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combin'd locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end..."
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