TWO EPITAPHS ON TWO LOVERS Love, when we walked on earth, your chastity Was all to you, your body all to me; Now the grave holds the flesh that parted us, And being nought, we shall united be. ON AN ARISTOCRAT DYING UNDER A DEMOCRACY Living, your constitution levelled me; Dead, all are equal in their six-foot graves: But God counts not by heads; in His regard One freeborn man is worth a host of slaves.
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