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- THRENOS.
Beauty, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclosed in cinders lie.
Death is now the phœnix’ nest;
And the turtle’s loyal breast
To eternity doth rest,
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THE PHŒNIX AND TURTLE
Leaving no posterity:—
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.
Truth may seem, but cannot be;
Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.
To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.
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- THRENOS.