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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
W. Shakespeare
XLVIII. Post Mortem
IF thou survive my well-contented day 
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, 
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey 
These poor rude lines of thy deceasèd lover, 
Compare them with the bettering of the time;         5
And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, 
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme 
Exceeded by the height of happier men. 
O then vouchsafe me but this loving thought— 
"Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age,  10
A dearer birth than this his love had brought, 
To march in ranks of better equipage: 
But since he died, and poets better prove, 
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love." 

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