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The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:
Farewell, all joys; o death come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
(Orlando Gibbons, 1612)