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Subject: Dick Criswell
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Date: Fri, 27 Jun 1997 19:43:19 -0400 (EDT)
 
 The words of William Shakespeare are apt.
 
  Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
  Nor the furious winter's rages;
  Thou thy worldly task hast done,
  Home art gone and ta'en thy wages.
  Golden lads and girls all must,
  As chimney sweepers, come to dust.
  
 Fear no more the frown o' the great,
 Thou are past the tyrant's stroke;
 Care no more to clothe, and eat;
 To thee the reed is as the oak:
 The sceptre, learning, physic, must
 All follow this, and come to dust.
 
 Fear no more the lightning flash;
 Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
 Fear not slander, censure rash;
 Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
 All lovers young, all lovers must
 Consign to thee, and come to dust.
 
 No exorciser harm thee,
 Nor no witchcraft charm thee,
 Ghost unlaid forbear thee,
 Nothing ill come near thee,
 Quiet consummation have;
 And renowned be thy grave.
 
 Cymbeline, Act IV Scene 2
 
 The MG world is a much smaller place with Dicks passing.
 
 Robin Weatherall  66 MGB V8, 67 MGB V8 GT
 Chairman, MG Club of St. Louis
 Treasurer, NAMGBR >>


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Subject: Dick Criswell

The words of William Shakespeare are apt.

 Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
 Nor the furious winter's rages;
 Thou thy worldly task hast done,
 Home art gone and ta'en thy wages.
 Golden lads and girls all must,
 As chimney sweepers, come to dust.
 
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou are past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe, and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning flash;
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee,
Nor no witchcraft charm thee,
Ghost unlaid forbear thee,
Nothing ill come near thee,
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave.

Cymbeline, Act IV Scene 2

The MG world is a much smaller place with Dicks passing.

Robin Weatherall  66 MGB V8, 67 MGB V8 GT
Chairman, MG Club of St. Louis
Treasurer, NAMGBR






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