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. The Examination of His Mistress's Perfections
2. The Conclusion
3. Mr. Francis Beaumont's Letter to Ben Jonson
4. On the Marriage of a Beauteous Young Gentlewoman with an Ancient Man
5. The Author to the Reader

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