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 Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
 Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
  If such read more 
 Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
 Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
  If such you seek, try Westminister, and view
   Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you. 
 Ecce quod expendi habui, quod donavi habeo, quod negavi punior, 
quod servavi perdidi.  
 Ecce quod expendi habui, quod donavi habeo, quod negavi punior, 
quod servavi perdidi. 
 Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
 That this is all remains of thee?  
 Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
 That this is all remains of thee? 
 For though his body's under hatches,
 His soul has gone aloft.  
 For though his body's under hatches,
 His soul has gone aloft. 
 Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
 Death came with friendly care;
  The opening bud to Heaven read more 
 Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
 Death came with friendly care;
  The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
   And bade it blossom there. 
 If e'er she knew an evil thought
 She spoke no evil word:
  Peace to the gentle! She read more 
 If e'er she knew an evil thought
 She spoke no evil word:
  Peace to the gentle! She hath sought
   The bosom of her Lord. 
 And the voice of men shall call,
 "He is fallen like us all,
  Though the weapon of read more 
 And the voice of men shall call,
 "He is fallen like us all,
  Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:"
   And thine epitaph shall be--
    "He was wretched ev'n as we;"
     And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land. 
 His form was of the manliest beauty,
 His heart was kind and soft,
  Faithful, below, he did read more 
 His form was of the manliest beauty,
 His heart was kind and soft,
  Faithful, below, he did his duty;
   But now he's gone aloft. 
 Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine 
and Venus make up life.
 [Lat., read more 
 Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine 
and Venus make up life.
 [Lat., Balnea, vina, Venus corrumpunt corpora nostra;
  Sed vitam faciunt baldea, vina, Venus.]