Poem by Francis Beaumont

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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. To My Friend Mr. John Fletcher, upon His Faithful Sheperdess
4. Upon the Silent Woman
5. To My Dear Friend M. Ben Jonson, on His Fox

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