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Слушать(AI)On My First Daughter
Here lies, to each her parents' ruth,
Mary, the daughter of their youth;
Yet all heaven's gifts being heaven's due,
It makes the father less to rue.
At six months' end she parted
With safety of her innocence;
Whose soul heaven's queen, whose name she bears,
In comfort of her mother's tears,
Hath placed amongst her virgin-train:
Where, while that severed doth remain,
This grave partakes the fleshly birth;
Which cover lightly, gentle earth!
Contextual notes:
L1 - 'ruth' -
L11 - 'the fleshly birth' - the body
Ben Jonson
Benjamin Jonson (c. 11 June 1572 – c. 16 August 1637[2]) was an English playwright and poet, whose artistry exerted a lasting influence upon Eng
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