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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Church Monuments</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While that my soul repairs to her devotion,<br>Here I intomb my flesh, that it betimes<br>May take acquaintance of this heap of dust;<br>To which the blast of death's incessant motion,<br>Fed with the exhalation of our crimes,<br>Drives all at last. Therefore I gladly trust</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My body to this school, that it may learn <br>To spell his elements, and find his birth<br>Written in dusty heraldry and lines;<br>Which dissolution sure doth best discern,<br>Comparing dust with dust, and earth with earth.<br>These laugh at jet and marble put for signs,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To sever the good fellowship of dust,<br>And spoil the meeting. What shall point out them,<br>When they shall bow, and kneel, and fall down flat<br>To kiss those heaps, which now they have in trust?<br>Dear flesh, while I do pray, learn here thy stem<br>And true descent, that when thou shalt grow fat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wanton in thy cravings, thou mayst know<br>That flesh is but the glass which holds the dust<br>That measures all our time; which also shall <br>Be crumbled into dust. Mark, here below<br>How tame these ashes are, how free from lust,<br>That thou mayst fit thyself against thy fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Herbert">George Herbert</a><div class=q>
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Here I intomb my flesh, that it betimes
May take acquaintance of this heap of dust;
To which the blast of death's incessant motion,
Fed with the exhalation of our crimes,
Drives all at last. Therefore I ..."></div>
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