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 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;

Care no more to clothe and eat, To thee the reed is as the oak:

The sceptre, learning, physic, must

All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone,

Fear not slander, censure rash,

Thou hast nnish'd joy and moan:

All lovers young, all lovers must

Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exerciser harm thee' Ghost unlaid forbear thee' Nothing ill come near thee I Quiet consummation have; And renowned be thy grave!

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��757 Bridal Song

&OSES, their sharp spines being gone,

Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue; Maiden pinks, of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true;

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