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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone. – A. E. Housman
Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride. – A. E. Housman
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever. – A. E. Housman
Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine. – A. E. Housman