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Why, Winter? Thy frosty countenance is enough to try men. Why dost thou tary and blacken the earth with thy cloudiness?

To change the time, Winter replied. With great contrast I provide rich bounty of death, to halt industry, to frustrate thy plans. To die, to sleep - to sleep, perchance to dream. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause...

Shalt thy frozen visage forever blur mine eyes?

Nothing lasts forever, but I have miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

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