Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

When I waked, I cried to dream again

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.

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