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The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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The faithfull knight now grew in litle space, By hearing her, and by her sisters lore, To such perfection of all heavenly grace, That wretched world he gan for to abhore, Edmund Spenser, Spenser's The Faerie
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In my end is my beginning. T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
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