“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow
You cataracts and hurricanes, spout
Till you have drenched our steeples, drown the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head; and thou all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o’the’world,
Crack nature’s molds, all germens
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