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If he should lie a-dying
I am not willing you should go / Into the earth, where Helen went; / She is awake by now, I know.
Where Cleopatra's anklets rust / You will not lie with my consent; / And Sappho is a roving dust; / Cressid could love again; Dido, / Rotted in state, is restless still: / You leave me much against my will.