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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Restoration Verse.  1910.
The Exequies
By Thomas Stanley (1625–1678)
          DRAW near,
      You lovers, that complain
      Of Fortune or Disdain,
    And to my ashes lend a tear.
    Melt the hard marble with your groans,        5
    And soften the relentless stones,
Whose cold embraces the sad subject hide
Of all Love’s cruelties, and Beauty’s pride.
          No verse,
      No epicedium, bring;        10
      Nor peaceful requiem sing,
    To charm the terrors of my hearse;
    No profane numbers must flow near
    The sacred silence that dwells here.
Vast griefs are dumb; softly, oh softly mourn!        15
Lest you disturb the peace attends my urn.
          Yet strew
      Upon my dismal grave
      Such offerings as you have:
    Forsaken cypress, and sad yew;        20
    For kinder flowers can take no birth
    Or growth from such unhappy earth.
Weep only o’er my dust, and say: ‘Here lies
To Love and Fate an equal sacrifice.’

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