In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
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And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
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It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
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But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill. 2
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The memory be green.
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With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole.
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The head is not more native to the heart.
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A little more than kin, and less than kind.
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All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
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But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
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'Tis a fault to Heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd.
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O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
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That it should come to this!
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Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
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Frailty, thy name is woman!
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A little month.
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Like Niobe, all tears.
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My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules.
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It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
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A truant disposition, good my lord.
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Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
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In my mind's eye, Horatio.
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He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
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