Just wish you have loved yourself more…

They bore him barefac’d on the bier

You must sing ‘A-down a-down, and you call him a-down-a.’ O,
how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance. Pray you, love,
remember. And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.

There’s fennel for you, and columbines. There’s rue for you,
and here’s some for me. We may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays...

Please love yourself more…

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