Why, let the Stricken Deer go Weep FROM "HAMLET Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away. How should I your true love know By his cockle hat and staff, He is dead and gone, lady, And will he not come again? Go to thy death-bed: He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan: |