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Upon A Wife That Died Mad With Jealousy

Robert Herrick

In this little vault she lies,
Here, with all her jealousies:
Quiet yet; but if ye make
Any noise they both will wake,
And such spirits raise 'twill then
Trouble death to lay again.

(C) Robert Herrick
03/10/2020


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