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Article HARRY MARTIN'S EPITAPH. Page 1 of 1
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Harry Martin's Epitaph.
HARRY MAl ^
THE INCONSTANT . [ BY SIR BOBERT AtTON , 1600-- ~ 1638 , ] I do eonfos ^ t ^^ Am Hadlnotfoun That lips could speak had power to move thee But I can let thee now alone > As worthy to be loved by none .
WRITTEIir BY HIMSELF . HERE / or elsewhere ( all ' s one to ycfu , to me ) Earthy air , or water , gripe None knowing wlien brave fire shall set it Reader , if you an offi-tried rule will trust , " You'll gladly do , and suffer , what you must .
I do confess thou ' rt sweet , yet find Thee siieh an uhthrift of thy sweets—Thy favours axe but like the wind , That kisses everything it meets ; And since thou can with more than one Thou ' rt worthy to be kissed by none .
The morning rose , that untouched stands Armed with her briars , how sweetly smells But plucVd and strain'd through ruder hands Her sweets no longer with her dwell , But scent and beauty both are gone , And leaves fall from her one by one .
Such fate , ere long , will thee betide , When thou hast handled been awhile—Like sere leaves to be thrown aside 5 And I shall sigh , while some will smile , To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none *
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Harry Martin's Epitaph.
HARRY MAl ^
THE INCONSTANT . [ BY SIR BOBERT AtTON , 1600-- ~ 1638 , ] I do eonfos ^ t ^^ Am Hadlnotfoun That lips could speak had power to move thee But I can let thee now alone > As worthy to be loved by none .
WRITTEIir BY HIMSELF . HERE / or elsewhere ( all ' s one to ycfu , to me ) Earthy air , or water , gripe None knowing wlien brave fire shall set it Reader , if you an offi-tried rule will trust , " You'll gladly do , and suffer , what you must .
I do confess thou ' rt sweet , yet find Thee siieh an uhthrift of thy sweets—Thy favours axe but like the wind , That kisses everything it meets ; And since thou can with more than one Thou ' rt worthy to be kissed by none .
The morning rose , that untouched stands Armed with her briars , how sweetly smells But plucVd and strain'd through ruder hands Her sweets no longer with her dwell , But scent and beauty both are gone , And leaves fall from her one by one .
Such fate , ere long , will thee betide , When thou hast handled been awhile—Like sere leaves to be thrown aside 5 And I shall sigh , while some will smile , To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none *