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HAREBELL And Yorick, though his Cassius nigh

Won Hamlet's motto.

To nature's heart, and judge him fairly—

Go see his rustic bard, go view

His Man o' Airlie.

From hope to wan despair, from laughter

To frenzy's moan: the image wrought

Will haunt you after.

A guerdon waits the stricken poet,

'T were well, you 'll own, to bear as much—

Even die, to know it."

Must feel which thus your blood can waken."

And once I saw upon the bill

That part retaken;

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