...caught has its place — Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid....flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand...

...the following song text: Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid....not a flower, sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand,...

...it into a love song: Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fie away, fie away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid; My...it. My part of death no one so true Did share it. Identifying with the singers of the song, Orsino imagines himself "slain by a fair cruel maid" and...

...slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck 38 all with yew, 39 55 O prepare it! My part 40 of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown. 60 Not a friend, not a friend greet 41 My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A...