Death and birth should dwell not near together: Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth: Fate doth ill to link in one brief tether Death and birth. Harsh the yoke that binds them, strange the girth Seems that girds them each with each: yet whether Death be best, who knows, or life on earth? Ill the rose-red and the sable feather Blend in one crown`s plume, as grief with mirth: Ill met still are warm and wintry weather, Death and birth.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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