Habit.
So, then! Wilt use me as a garment? Well, 'Tis man's high impudence to think he may; But I, who am as old as heav'n and hell, I am not lightly to be east away. Wilt run a race? Then I will run with thee, And stay thy steps or speed thee to the goal; Wilt dare a fight? Then, of a certainty, I'll aid thy foeman, or sustain thy soul. Lo, at thy marriage-feast, upon one hand. Face of thy bride, and on the other, mine! Lo, at thy couch of sickness close I stand. And taint the cup, or make it more benign. Yea, hark! the very son thou hast begot One day doth give thee certain sign and cry; Hold thou thy peace, frighted or frighted not; That look, that sign, that presence, it is I!
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"So, then! Wilt use me as a garment? Well,..."
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