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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Epitaph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, praise me now if you would please<br>My soul with soothing flatteries.<br>Praise with my living clay agrees.<br>'Tis sweet, I vow.<br>Give me kind words while I can feel<br>The modest blushes gently steal,<br>What time my virtues you reveal.<br>Oh, praise me now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, when the vital spark has fled,<br>No matter what kind words are said,<br>I'll simply go on being dead<br>And take no heed.<br>Or if, perchance, beneath the clay,<br>I hear some kindly critic say,<br>'He was a boshter'in his day!'<br>'Twere hard indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twere bitter hard to be confined,<br>Gagged by grim Death, while fellows kind<br>Call my good qualities to mind,<br>And softly sigh.<br>I vow I'd writhe within my bier,<br>And strive to croak at least, 'Hear, hear!'<br>For I have ever prized that dear<br>Right to reply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, when at last I meet my doom<br>And moulder in the chilly tomb,<br>Gaunt Death might play within the gloom <br> Who knows what pranks.<br>My very skeleton would squirm<br>To hear, on my behalf, some worm<br>Or some unlettered grave-yard germ<br>Returning thanks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, if you're keen on praising me,<br>I'd rather be alive to see<br>And hear and feel the flattery,<br>And know 'tis true.<br>And when I rise to make reply<br>I fain would droop a modest eye<br>And by my halting, speech imply<br>It is my due.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not want a monument.<br>Why should good money so be spent?<br>Nay, put it out at ten per cent.,<br>And when you save<br>Enough to purchase goodly fare,<br>Then spread me out a banquet rare.<br>No gift's appreciated there,<br>Within the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, praise me now while I am here;<br>In my attentive living ear<br>Pour adulation; never fear<br> I mind the row.<br>I love you harp upon<br>Those dulcet strings. Play on, play on!<br>Do not delay until I'm gone.<br> But praise me now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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My soul with soothing flatteries.
Praise with my living clay agrees.
'Tis sweet, I vow.
Give me kind words while I can feel
The modest blushes gently steal,
What time my virtues you reveal.
Oh, praise me now!
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