The last humble boon that I crave, Is to shade me with cypress and yew ; And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array ; Be finest at... The Antiquary - Página 2081873Vista completa
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...and to change, 'Tis mine, to be conftant, and die. If, while my hard fate I fuftajn, In her breaft any pity is found ; Let her come with the nymphs of the plain, And fee me laid low in the ground. The lad humble boon that I crave, Is to (hade me with cyprefs and yew,...