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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408500" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Legacy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dearest Love! when thou and I must part, <br>And th' icy hand of death shall seize that heart <br>Which is all thine; within some spacious will <br>Ile leave no blanks for Legacies to fill: <br>Tis my ambition to die one of those <br>Who but himself hath nothing to dispose. <br>And since that is already thine, what need <br>I to re-give it by some newer deed? <br>Yet take it once again. Free circumstance <br>Does oft the value of mean things advance: <br>Who thus repeats what he bequeath'd before, <br>Proclaims his bounty richer then his store. <br>But let me not upon my love bestow <br>What is not worth the giving. I do ow <br>Somwhat to dust: my bodies pamper'd care <br>Hungry corruption and the worm will share. <br>That mouldring relick which in earth must lie <br>Would prove a gift of horrour to thine eie. <br>With this cast ragge of my mortalitie <br>Let all my faults and errours buried be. <br>And as my sear-cloth rots, so may kind fate <br>Those worst acts of my life incinerate. <br>He shall in story fill a glorious room <br>Whose ashes and whose sins sleep in one Tomb. <br>If now to my cold hearse thou deign to bring <br>Some melting sighs as thy last offering, <br>My peacefull exequies are crown'd. Nor shall <br>I ask more honour at my Funerall. <br>Thou wilt more richly balm me with thy tears <br>Then all the Nard fragrant Arabia bears. <br>And as the Paphian Queen by her griefs show'r <br>Brought up her dead Loves Spirit in a flow'r: <br>So by those precious drops rain'd from thine eies, <br>Out of my dust, O may some vertue rise! <br>And like thy better Genius thee attend, <br>Till thou in my dark Period shalt end. <br>Lastly, my constant truth let me commend <br>To him thou choosest next to be thy friend. <br>For (witness all things good) I would not have <br>Thy Youth and Beauty married to my grave, <br>'Twould shew thou didst repent the style of wife <br>Should'st thou relapse into a single life. <br>They with preposterous grief the world delude <br>Who mourn for their lost Mates in solitude; <br>Since Widdowhood more strongly doth enforce <br>The much lamented lot of their divorce. <br>Themselves then of their losses guilty are <br>Who may, yet will not suffer a repaire. <br>Those were Barbarian wives that did invent <br>Weeping to death at th' Husbands Monument, <br>But in more civil Rites She doth approve <br>Her first, who ventures on a second Love; <br>For else it may be thought, if She refrain, <br>She sped so ill Shee durst not trie again. <br>Up then my Love, and choose some worthier one <br>Who may supply my room when I am gone; <br>So will the stock of our affection thrive <br>No less in death, then were I still alive. <br>And in my urne I shall rejoyce, that I <br>Am both Testatour thus and Legacie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+King">Henry King</a><div class=q>
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And th' icy hand of death shall seize that heart 
Which is all thine; within some spacious will 
Ile leave no blanks for Legacies to fill: 
Tis my ambition to die one of those 
Who but himself hath noth..."></div>
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