An Epitaph
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Stephen Hawes
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Golden Leaf
O MORTAL folk, you may behold and see
How I lie here, sometime a mighty knight;
The end of joy and all prosperitee
Is death at last, thorough his course and might:
After the day there cometh the dark night,
For though the daye be never so long,
At last the bells ringeth to evensong.
Public domain: more than 70 years have passed since the poet’s death.
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