Poem by John Clare

The Universal Epitaph

No flattering praises daub my stone,
My frailties and my faults to hide;
My faults and failings all are known—
I liv'd in sin—in sin I died.
And oh! condemn me not, I pray,
You who my sad confession view;
But ask your soul, if it can say,
That I'm a viler man than you. 

1. Written in Northampton County Asylum
2. The Yellowhammer's Nest
3. The Maid Of Jerusalem
4. Farm Breakfast
5. To Napoleon

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