WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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'
142 Love
KELL me where is Fancy bred, How begot, how nourished ?
Reply, reply.
It is engcnder'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' AIL Ding, dong, bell'
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��i 43 Sweet-and- Twenty 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. What is love^ 'tis not hereafter, Present mirth hath present laughter;
What 's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty!
Youth 's a stuff will not endure.
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