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Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm:
So hollow'd and so gracious is the time.
Hamlet - Act 1, Scene 1
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