The Lady Mary Villiers lies
Under this stone; with weeping eyes
The parents that first gave her breath,
And their sad friends, laid her in earth.
If any of them, reader, were
Known unto thee, shed a tear;
Or if thyself possess a gem
As dear to thee as this to them,
Though a stranger to this place,
Bewail in theirs thine own hard case,
For thou perhaps at thy return
Mayst find thy darling in an urn.
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I would like to translate this poem
Though a stranger to this place, Bewail in theirs thine own hard case, For thou perhaps at thy return Mayst find thy darling in an urn. very fine poem. tony