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Poems on Several Occasions

by Samuel Wesley. The Second Edition, with Additions
 
 

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An EPITAPH.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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An EPITAPH.

[Here lye I, once a witty Fair]

I

Here lye I, once a witty Fair,
Ill loving and ill lov'd;
Whose heedless Beauty was my Snare,
Whose Wit my Folly prov'd.

II

Reader, should any curious stay
To ask my luckless Name,
Tell them, the Grave that hides my Clay
Conceals me from my Shame.

III

Tell them, I mourn'd for Guilt of Sin,
More than for Pleasure spent:
Tell them, whate'er my Morn had been,
My Noon was Penitent.