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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