I know you all, and will awhile uphold
Th unyok'd humour of idleness.
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted he may be more wonder'd at
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
- Prince Henry, King Henry IV Part One, William Shakespeare
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