Alexa For Australia  +  362015 Tue, 08 May 07 02:12 PM Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! Twelfth Night. William Shakespeare Alexa (edited by mod to add writer's credit). Alexa For Australia Joined on Tue, May 1 2007 Al Andalus, Ground Control. Full Member 153 Murphy's Golden Law: Whoever has the power makes the rules.