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It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, By God's fair ordinance conjoin together! Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified When holy Harry died, and my sweet son.
Never came poison from so sweet a place. And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow Of limping winter treads, even such delight That to the use of actions fair and good A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,-- | To entertain these fair well-spoken days,-- |
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?