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Why, let the Stricken Deer go Weep

FROM "HAMLET

Why, let the stricken deer go weep,

The hart ungalled play;

For some must watch, while some must sleep:

So runs the world away.

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How 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.

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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!

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Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
In thy fats our cares be drowned,
With thy grapes our hairs be crowned:
Cup us, till the world go round,
Cup us, till the world go round!

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Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise:

Arise, arise.

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