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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
An Epitaph on Salathiel Pavy
By Ben Jonson (1572–1637)
 
WEEP with me, all you that read
      This little story;
And know, for whom a tear you shed
      Death’s self is sorry.
’Twas a child that so did thrive        5
      In grace and feature,
As heaven and nature seemed to strive
      Which owned the creature.
Years he numbered scarce thirteen
      When fates turned cruel,        10
Yet three filled zodiacs had he been
      The stage’s jewel;
And did act, what now we moan,
      Old men so duly,
As sooth the Parcæ thought him one,        15
      He played so truly.
So, by error, to his fate
      They all consented;
But viewing him since, alas, too late!
      They have repented;        20
And have sought, to give new birth,
      In baths to steep him:
But being so much too good for earth,
      Heaven vows to keep him.
 
 
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