Quotation by Shakespeare

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.
William Shakespeare (1564–1616), British dramatist, poet. Feste, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 4, l. 51-4.

A song for Orsino; a reminder of mortality, as cypress was an emblem of mourning; the image is of the lover slain by the power of a maid's beauty, suggesting also Cupid's arrow.
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