WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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'ULL 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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��732. Love

'ELL me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head?

How begot, how nourished ? Reply, reply.

It is engender'd in the eyes,

With gazing fed ; and Fancy dies

In the cradle where it lies.

Let us all ring Fancy's knell : I'll begin it, Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell.

133- Sweet-and-Twenty

O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear ! your true love 's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.

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