Trying some weird training nonsense. Maybe this will be fun.

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+The Phoenix and Turtle
+by William Shakespeare
+Edited by Barbara A. Mowat and Paul Werstine
+  with Michael Poston and Rebecca Niles
+Folger Shakespeare Library
+https://shakespeare.folger.edu/shakespeares-works/the-phoenix-and-turtle/
+Created on Jul 31, 2015, from FDT version 0.9.0.1
+
+
+"The Phoenix and Turtle"
+
+
+Let the bird of loudest lay
+On the sole Arabian tree
+Herald sad and trumpet be,
+To whose sound chaste wings obey.
+
+But thou shrieking harbinger,
+Foul precurrer of the fiend,
+Augur of the fever's end,
+To this troop come thou not near.
+
+From this session interdict
+Every fowl of tyrant wing,
+Save the eagle, feathered king;
+Keep the obsequy so strict.
+
+Let the priest in surplice white,
+That defunctive music can,
+Be the death-divining swan,
+Lest the requiem lack his right.
+
+And thou treble-dated crow,
+That thy sable gender mak'st
+With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st,
+'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.
+
+Here the anthem doth commence:
+Love and constancy is dead,
+Phoenix and the turtle fled
+In a mutual flame from hence.
+
+So they loved, as love in twain
+Had the essence but in one,
+Two distincts, division none;
+Number there in love was slain.
+
+Hearts remote yet not asunder,
+Distance and no space was seen
+'Twixt this turtle and his queen;
+But in them it were a wonder.
+
+So between them love did shine
+That the turtle saw his right
+Flaming in the phoenix' sight;
+Either was the other's mine.
+
+Property was thus appalled
+That the self was not the same;
+Single nature's double name
+Neither two nor one was called.
+
+Reason, in itself confounded,
+Saw division grow together,
+To themselves yet either neither,
+Simple were so well compounded
+
+That it cried, "How true a twain
+Seemeth this concordant one!
+Love hath reason, Reason none,
+If what parts can so remain,"
+
+Whereupon it made this threne
+To the phoenix and the dove,
+Co-supremes and stars of love,
+As chorus to their tragic scene.
+
+
+Threnos
+
+
+Beauty, truth, and rarity,
+Grace in all simplicity,
+Here enclosed, in cinders lie.
+
+Death is now the phoenix' nest,
+And the turtle's loyal breast
+To eternity doth rest,
+
+Leaving no posterity;
+'Twas not their infirmity,
+It was married chastity.
+
+Truth may seem, but cannot be;
+Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;
+Truth and beauty buried be.
+
+To this urn let those repair
+That are either true or fair;
+For these dead birds sigh a prayer.
+
+William Shakespeare