...; and the custom of " sticking yew in the shroud," is mentioned in a song in Twelfth Night, thus : 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. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it ; My part of...

...away, "tty away, breath : 1 am stain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; O prepare it; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my...

...the hallucination of love, and to dispel all overweening fondness for our most darling prejudices. " Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid."—Twelfth Night, act ii. sc. iv. " Cyprus black as e'er was crow."—Winter's Tale, act iv....

...blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe into, hey ! nouny, nomvj. [In "Twelfth Night."] 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. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death...

...Converting all your sounds of woe Into, hey! nonny, nonny. WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. [ In " Twelfth Night"] 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. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death...

...for coffins, because of its incorruptibility, anc the tree is planted over the graves of the dead. " Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid."—Tvelfth tfighf, act ii. ic. iv " Cypress black as e'er was crow."—Winter's T ale, act iv....

...bonncing Bonnibel, Wil. Hey | ho|: Bon|nibel|, &c. &c. Shakespeare has left us a happier specimen. 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 | not a flower | sweet \ On my black coffin let there...

...bouncing Bonnibel, Wil. Hey | ho| : Bon|nibel|, &c. &c. Shakespeare has left us a happier specimen. 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 | not a flower | sweet \ On my black coffin let there...

...bouncing Bonnibel, Wil Hey | ho| : Bon|nibel|, &c. &c. Shakespeare has left us a happier specimen. 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 | not a flower | sweet \ On tny black coffin let there...

...for coffins, because of its incorruptibility, and the tree is planted over the graves of the dead. ' Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.*—Twelfth Night, act ii. sc. iv. ' Cypress black as e'er was crow.'— Winter's Tale, act iv....