An Epitaph upon a Young Married Couple, Dead and Buried Together
TO these whom death again did wedThis grave 's the second marriage-bed.For though the hand of Fate could force'Twixt soul and body a divorce,It could not sever man and wife,Because they both lived but one life.Peace, good reader, do not weep;Peace, the lovers are asleep.They, sweet turtles, folded lieIn the last knot that love could tie.Let them sleep, let them sleep on,Till the stormy night be gone,And the eternal morrow dawn;Then the curtains will be drawn,And they wake into a lightWhose day shall never die in night.
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