"I am he that liveth and is dead... and behold I am alive forever..."
Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour.
Brightness falls from the air.
Queens have died young and fair.
Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
I am sick, I must dies.
Lord, have mercy ipon us.
(
Nash, summer's Last Will and Testament.) 7 Types of Ambiguity, WEmpson.
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