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[The Epitaph]
In English thus
Me Sweden bred, there I receiv'd my breath,Leipsich twice gave me honour, once my Death,
I free'd th'opprest, brought down th'oppressors pride,
Won crowns, that other men might weare thē dy'ed.
A bullet, out of what piece none can tell,
Brought me that dismall message, thus I fell,
Death at adventure my last blood hath spill'd,
No man must boast that he hath Sweden kill'd.
Reader shed one teare for my death, but one,
Whose life took order, that thou shouldst shed none.
| Poems by Robert Gomersall | |