 | The Poetry of George Wither |  |
10. AN EPITAPH UPON A GENTLEWOMAN WHO HAD FORETOLD THE TIME OF HER DEATH.
Her who beneath this stone consuming liesFor many virtues we might memorize.
But, most of all, the praise deserveth she
In making of her words and deeds agree.
For she so truly kept the word she spake,
As that with Death she promise would not break.
“I shall,” quoth she, “be dead before the mid
Of such a month.” And, as she said, she did.
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