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Слушать(AI)Epitaph On The Late Mary Villiers
The Lady Mary Villiers
Under this stone; with weeping
The parents that first gave her breath,
And their sad friends, laid her in earth.
If any of them, reader,
Known unto thee, shed a tear;
Or if thyself possess a
As dear to thee as this to them,
Though a stranger to this place,
Bewail in theirs thine own hard case,
For thou perhaps at thy
Mayst find thy darling in an urn.
Thomas Carew
Thomas Carew (pronounced as "Carey"[1]) (1595 – 22 March 1640) was an English poet, among the 'Cavalier' group of Caroline poets.
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