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To His Tomb-maker.

Robert Herrick

Go I must; when I am gone,
Write but this upon my stone:
Chaste I lived, without a wife,
That's the story of my life.
Strewings need none, every flower
Is in this word, bachelour.

(C) Robert Herrick
07/03/2019


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