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  • Though now this grained face of mine be hid
    In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
    And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
    Yet hath my night of life some memory,
    My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
    My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.

    William Shakespeare (2003). “The Comedy of Errors”, p.174, Oxford University Press, USA