Poem by John Dryden

An Epigram-Epitaph for His Wife

Here lies my wife! here let her lie! 
Now she’s at rest, and so am I. 

1. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, of Gloucestershire
2. A Song (High State and Honours to others impart)
3. Te Deum
4. You Charm'd Me Not With That Fair Face
5. To the Lady Castlemaine, upon Her incouraging his first Play

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