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John Dryden - Epitaph on the Lady Whitmore
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Fair, kind, and true, a treasure each alone, 
A wife, a mistress, and a friend, in one; 
Rest in this tomb, raised at thy husband`s cost, 
Here sadly summing, what he had, and lost. 
Come, virgins, ere in equal bands ye join, 
Come first and offer at her sacred shrine; 
Pray but for half the virtues of this wife, 
Compound for all the rest, with longer life; 
And wish your vows, like hers, may be returned, 
So loved when living, and, when dead, so mourned.
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