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FULL fathom five thy father lies ;

Of his bones are coral made ;
Those are pearls that were his eyes :

Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell,

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H OW should I your true-Love know

From another one? By his cockle hat and staff,

And his sandal shoon.

He is dead and gone, lady,

He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf,

At his heels a stone.

White his shroud as the mountain snow,

Larded with sweet flowers ;Which bewept to the grave did go

With true love showers.

XLII

SNATCHES

THEY bore him barefaced on the bier ;

Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny ; And in his grave rain'd many a tear :

You must sing a-down a-down,
An you call him a-down-a.

And will he not come again ?
And will he not come again ?

No, no, he is dead:

Go to thy death-bed : He never will come again.

His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll :

He is gone, he is gone,

And we cast away moan : God ha' mercy on his soul !

II

Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me!

- Her boat hath a leak,

And she must not speak Why she dares not come over to thee!

III

Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd ?

Thy sheep be in the corn ; And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,

Thy sheep shall take no harm.

XLIII

THE MISANTHROPE

TMMORTAL gods, I crave no pelf;

I pray for no man but myself :
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond ;
Or a harlot, for her weeping ;
Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping ;
Or a keeper with my freedom ;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.

Amen. So fall to't :
Rich men sin, and I eat root.

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