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From Sannarius.
On a Trojan Lady.
Stop whosoe'er thou art that passest by,Poor Maximilla in this Vault does lie;
With her the Beauty of the World expires,
Her amorous Passions, and her gentle Fires;
The fatal Clotho did this Tomb prepare
To ease her Troubles, and interr her Care:
The Fates her Friends no Nuptial Favours gave,
But the sad Cypress that attends the Grave;
You see, my Friend, all's subject to decay,
And you perhaps must the next Call obey:
All the rare Beauties that invest the Ball,
Must in their timely Autumn flag and fall;
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Her Body fades, her Virtue never dies;
Lamented by the amorous Boy,
Lamented by the Maids of Troy.
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