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No, no, he is dead, Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works,-- Told the sad story of my father's death, That makes us wretched by the death of thee, I fear no uncles dead. Is death to any he that utters them. Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead; And drop into the rotten mouth of death. A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,