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Go and catch afalling star, Get with child a mandrakeroot, Tell mewhere
allpast years are, Orwho cleft the devil's foot, Teach me to hear
mermaids singing, Or to keepoffenvy'sstinging, Andfind What wind Serves
toadvance an honest mind. If thou be'st born tostrangesights, Things
invisible to see, Ride ten thousanddays andnights, Till agesnowwhite
hairs on thee, Thou,when thou return'st, wilt tell me, Allstrangewonders
that befell thee, And swear, Nowhere Lives a woman true andfair. If thou
find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage weresweet; Yet do not, I would
not go, Though atnext door we might meet, Thoughshe were true,when you
met her, Andlast, till you write your letter, Yetshe Will be False,ere I
come, totwo, or three.