Epigram. Vi. Functi, Defuncti Poem by John Heath
Epigram. Vi. Functi, Defuncti
I waile not those,
Who take their sweete repose;
Within the bowels of our common mother:
Those grieue me most,
Who liuing still are tost
From bad to worse, from one Fate to another.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,mother
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