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Bid for me cease: Oh, snatcht brother! from wretchedest me.
Then, yea, thou by thy dying hast broke my comfort, O brother;
Buried together wi' thee lieth the whole of our house;
Perisht along wi' thyself all gauds and joys of our life-tide,
Douce love fostered by thee during the term of our days.
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After thy doom of death fro' mind I banishèd wholly
Studies like these, and all lending a solace to soul;
Wherefore as to thy writ:—"Verona's home for Catullus