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Unformatted text preview: (10) My thread is cut and yet it is not spun, And now I live, and now my life is done. I sought my death and found it in my womb, I looked for life and saw it was a shade, I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb, (15) And now I die, and now I was but made; My glass is full, and now my glass is runne, And now I live, and now my life is done. * Written in the Tower before his execution, 1586...
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