M. LEIGH
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SOMERVILLE
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TWO EPITAPHS
ON TWO LOVERS
Love, when we walked on earth, your chastity Was all to you, your body all to me; Now the grave holds the flesh that parted us, And being nought, we shall united be.
ON AN ARISTOCRAT DYING UNDER A DEMOCRACY
Living, your constitution levelled me; Dead, all are equal in their six-foot graves: But God counts not by heads; in His regard One freeborn man is worth a host of slaves.