241. AN EPITAPH UPON A CHILD
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Virgins promised when I died, That they would each primrose-tide Duly, morn and evening, come, And with flowers dress my tomb. —Having promised, pay your debts Maids, and here strew violets.
Reading edition
Virgins promised when I died, That they would each primrose-tide Duly, morn and evening, come, And with flowers dress my tomb. —Having promised, pay your debts Maids, and here strew violets.