Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)

Arne : Come away, death : illustration

Come away, death
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From Twelfth Night. First sung in the 1741 production by Thomas Lowe.
Lyrics: William 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.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown.
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand, thousand sighs to save.
Lay me, O where
Sad the true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!