Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт)

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Lay a garland on my hearse,
   Of the dismal yew,
Maidens, willow branches bear,
   Say I died true.
My love was false, but I was firm
   From my hour of birth;
Upon my buried body lie
   Lightly, gentle earth.

1. To My Friend Mr. John Fletcher, upon His Faithful Sheperdess
2. Ad Comitissam Rutlandiæ
3. Mr. Francis Beaumont's Letter to Ben Jonson
4. To My Dear Friend M. Ben Jonson, on His Fox
5. Salmacis and Hermaphroditus

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