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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EPITAPH, by SAMUEL WESLEY Poet's Biography
First Line: Here lie I, once a witty fair
Last Line: My noon was penitent.
Subject(s): Epitaphs; Guilt; Mourning; Repentance; Shame; Bereavement; Penitence
First Line: Here lie I, once a witty fair
Last Line: My noon was penitent.
Subject(s): Epitaphs; Guilt; Mourning; Repentance; Shame; Bereavement; Penitence
HERE lie I, once a witty fair,
Ill-loving and ill-loved;
Whose heedless beauty was my snare,
Whose wit my folly proved.
Reader, should any curious stay
To ask my luckless name,
Tell them the grave that hides my clay
Conceals me from my shame.
Tell them I mourned for guilt of sin
More than for pleasure spent:
Tell them, whate'er my morn had been,
My noon was penitent.
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