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Good people shrowd my lamb with care Her limbs, soft touching, kindly shore: her mouth oh gently close! Her mouth, the sweetest tongue that held whose mild commanding tone compelled To peace my loaded woes. And Carpenter, for my [vad?] [vake?] Of [shortest?] oak her coffin make, did not he sneaking [illegible]: of Steel procure the strongest screws For who would halting hence refuse To lodge his wife secure. Ye mourners, who the corpse convey With caution head the doleful way her shake her precious head! Since fame reports a coffin tart with careless swing, adjacent apart Did once disturb the dead.