Sleep, fleshly birth, in peaceful earth, and let thine ears list to the music of the spheres, while we around this fairy ground thy doleful obit keeping, make marble melt with weeping. With num'rous feet we'll part and meet. Then chorus-like in a ring thy praises sing, while show'rs of flow'rs bestrew thee, we'll thus with tears bedew thee. Rest in soft peace, sweet youth, and there remain 'till soul and body meet to join again.
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