Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт)

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Lay a garland on my hearse,
   Of the dismal yew,
Maidens, willow branches bear,
   Say I died true.
My love was false, but I was firm
   From my hour of birth;
Upon my buried body lie
   Lightly, gentle earth.

1. A Funeral Elegy on the Death of the Lady Penelope Clifton
2. In Laudem Authoris
3. The Examination of His Mistress's Perfections
4. Upon the Silent Woman
5. To My Friend Mr. John Fletcher, upon His Faithful Sheperdess

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