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Love, for ever doth heaven's wheel design To take away thy precious life, and mine; Sit we upon this turf, 'twill not be long Ere turf shall grow upon my dust, and thine!

When life has fled, and we rest in the tomb, They'll place a pair of bricks to mark our tomb; And, a while after, mould our dust to bricks, To furnish forth some other person's tomb!

Yon palace, towering to the welkin blue, Where kings did bow them down, and homage do, I saw a ringdove on its arches perched, And thus she made complaint, "Coo Coo, Coo, Coo!"