Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл)

An Epitaph

Enough; and leave the rest to Fame!
'Tis to commend her, but to name.
Courtship which, living, she declined,
When dead, to offer were unkind:
Nor can the truest wit, or friend,
Without detracting, her commend.

To say--she lived a virgin chaste
In this age loose and all unlaced;
Nor was, when vice is so allowed,
Of virtue or ashamed or proud;
That her soul was on Heaven so bent,
No minute but it came and went;
That, ready her last debt to pay,
She summ'd her life up every day;
Modest as morn, as mid-day bright,
Gentle as evening, cool as night:
--'Tis true; but all too weakly said.
'Twas more significant, she's dead. 

1. The Gallery
2. The Mower's Song
3. A Garden, Written after the Civil Wars
4. Mourning
5. A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda

Walter De la Mare (Уолтер Де ла Мар) An Epitaph ("Here lies a most beautiful lady")

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