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...; and the custom of " sticking yew in the shroud," is mentioned in a song in Twelfth Night, thus : Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, rty away, breath j I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all witb yew, O prepare...

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...sir? Duke. Ay; pr'ytuee, sing. [Mu. Song. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in tad cyprett * ') o the common streets, EnfeofTd himself to popularity: 33) That being daily swal ihroitd of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one to true. Did ihare it....

...for coffins, because of its incorruptibility, and the tree is planted over the graves of the dead. " Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid." — Twelfth Night, act ii. sc. iv. " Cyprus black as e'er was crow." — Winter's Tale, act iv. sc....

...for coffins, because of its incorruptibility, anc the tree is planted over the graves of the dead. " Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid." — Tvelfth tfighf, act ii. ic. iv " Cypress black as e'er was crow." — Winter's T ale, act iv. s....