A Feast full of sad cheere [by Thomas Churchyard] |
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[The quick I fawne not on, the dead may none dispise] |
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[The quick I fawne not on, the dead may none dispise]
The quick I fawne not on, the dead may none dispise,Speake well of those are gone, is likt among the wise.
The quick must die or droope, as fairest flowre in field,
Vnto the strongest troope, the weakest force doth yield.
So to the vertuous sort, that leaues good name behinde,
I yeeld but true report, to call the dead to minde.
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