Francis Beaumont(1584 - 6 March 1616 / Leicestershire)
The Author to the Reader
- by Francis Beaumont21
I sing the fortune of a luckless pair, Whose spotless souls now in one body be; For beauty still is Prodromus to care, Crost by the sad stars of nativity: And of the strange enchantment of a well, Given by the Gods, my sportive muse doth write, Which sweet-lipp'd Ovid long ago did tell, Wherein who bathes, straight turns Hermaphrodite: I hope my poem is so lively writ, That thou wilt turn half-mad with reading it.
Lay a garland on my hearse
- by Francis Beaumont18
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.
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