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Posthume Poems of Richard Lovelace
 

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On the Death of my Dear Brother.


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On the Death of my Dear Brother.

EPITAPH.

Tread (Reader) gently; gently ore
The happy Dust beneath this floor:
For, in this narrow Vault is set
An Alablaster Cabinet,
Wherein both Arts and Arms were put,
Like Homers Iliads in a Nut;
Till Death with slow and easie pace,
Snatcht the bright Jewell from the Case.
And now, transform'd, he doth arise
A Constellation in the Skies,
Teaching the blinded World the way,
Through Night, to startle into Day:
And shipwrackt shades, with steady hand
He steers unto th'Elizian Land.
Dudley Posthumus-Lovelace.