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Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st borne to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou returns'st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
and swear
Nowhere
Lives a woman true, and fair.
If thou findst one, let me know,
Such pligrimmage were sweet-
Yet do not, I wuold not go,
Though at next door we might meet;
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write her,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.
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