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Good people shrow'd my lamb with care Her limbs, soft touching, kindly spare: her mouth oh gently close! Her mouth, the sweetest tongue that held whose mild commanding tone compell'd To peace my loaded woes. And Carpenter, for my sad sake Of stoutest oak her coffin make, I'd not be sneaking sure: of Steel procure the strongest screws For who would paltry pence refuse To lodge his wife secure. Ye mourners, who the corpse convey With caution tread the doleful way Nor shake her precious head! Since fame reports a coffin tart With careless swing, adjacent apart Did once disturb the dead. Farewell my love; for ever lost! Never troubl up thy gentle ghost That I again may woe! By all our part delights my dear No more the marriage chain did wear,

  -Plague take me if I do.