English poem
Epitaphs
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Fight well, my comrades, and prove your bravery. Me too God call'd out, but crown'd early before the battle.
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I died in very flow'r: yet call me not unhappy therefore, Ye that against sweet life once a lament have utter'd.
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When thou, my belovèd, diedst, I saw heaven open, And all earthly delight inhabiting Paradise.
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Where thou art better I too were, dearest, anywhere, than Wanting thy well-lov'd lovely presence anywhere.
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