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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Songs and Their Settings
Love’s Lament
By William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
 
From ‘Twelfth Night

COME away, come away, death,
  And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
  I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,        5
          Oh, prepare it:
My part of death no one so true
          Did share it.
 
  Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;        10
  Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
          Lay me, oh, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,        15
          To weep there.
 
 
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