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Sir Walter Raleigh

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Bestow therefore thy youth so, that thou mayest have comfort to remember it when it hath forsaken thee, and not sigh and grieve at the account thereof.
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Chapter II.

 
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Yet spirit immortal, the tomb can not bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
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A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
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My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow
With thy green mother in some shady grove,
When immelodious winds but made thee move,
And birds their ramage did on thee bestow.

 
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