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You that shall live awhile before	A
Old time tyrs and is no more	A
When that this ambitious stone	B
Stoopes low as what it tramples on	C
Know that in that age when sinne	C
Gave the world law and governd Queene	C
A virgin liv'd that still put on	C
White thoughts though out of fashion	C
That trac't the stars 'spite of report	D
And durst be good though chidden for't	E
Of such a soule that infant Heav'n	C
Repented what it thus had giv'n	C
For finding equall happy man	C
Th' impatient pow'rs snatch it agen	C
Thus chaste as th' ayre whither shee's fled	F
She making her celestiall bed	F
In her warme alablaster lay	G
As cold is in this house of clay	G
Nor were the rooms unfit to feast	H
Or circumscribe this angel guest	I
The radiant gemme was brightly set	J
In as divine a carkanet	J
Of which the clearer was not knowne	C
Her minde or her complexion	C
Such an everlasting grace	K
Such a beatifick face	K
Incloysters here this narrow floore	A
That possest all hearts before	A
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Blest and bewayl'd in death and birth	L
The smiles and teares of heav'n and earth	L
Virgins at each step are afeard	J
Filmer is shot by which they steer'd	J
Their star extinct their beauty dead	J
That the yong world to honour led	J
But see the rapid spheres stand still	M
And tune themselves unto her will	M
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Thus although this marble must	J
As all things crumble into dust	J
And though you finde this faire built tombe	N
Ashes as what lyes in its wombe	N
Yet her saint like name shall shine	C
A living glory to this shrine	C
And her eternall fame be read	J
When all but VERY VERTUE'S DEAD	J

Richard Lovelace

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