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[67.] Draw neer you Lovers that complain
Draw neer you Lovers that complainOf Fortune or Disdain,
And to my ashes lend a tear;
Melt the hard marble with your grones,
And soften the relentless Stones.
Whose cold imbraces the sad Subject hide
Of all Loves cruelties, and Beauties pride.
No verse no Epicedium bring,
Nor peaceful Requiem sing,
To charm the terrors of my Herse;
No profane Numbers must flow neer
The sacred silence that dwels here;
Vast griefs are dumb;
Softly, oh softly mourn,
Lest you disturb the peace attends my Urn.
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Such offerings as you have,
Forsaken Cypress and sad Ewe;
For kinder flowers can take no Birth or growth
From such unhappy Earth.
Weep onely o're my Dust, and say, Here lies
To Love and Fate an equal Sacrifice.
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