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As virtuous men pass mildly away, / And whisper to their souls to go, / Whilst some of their sad friends do say, / "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise, / No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move; / 'Twere profanation of our joys / To tell the laity our love.