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Cowley's Epitaphium vivi Authoris, PARAPHRASED.

Here, Traveller, from Human Eyes
Conceal'd for ever, Cowley lies:
In this mean Cell the Poet chose
To seek his long-lov'd last Repose;
When tir'd with each ambitious Strife,
And all the foolish Farce of Life,
To sacred Silence he withdrew,
And bid the busy World adieu.
His better Part surviving tries
To Truth's and Wisdom's Heights to rise,
The solid Joys of Virtue finds,
Converses with Celestial Minds,

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And pitying sees what various Woe
The giddy Crowd pursues below.
Peace to his ever-gentle Shade!
May no rude Cares his rest invade!
Light lie the Earth, that Flow'rs may bloom
Around the metaphoric Tomb!
That here in this small Spot may grow
(A Spot how small suffices now!)
What Summer's short-liv'd Pride bestows,
The Lily, and the blushing Rose.
Surely unenvy'd we may have
Flow'rs to attend us in the Grave.