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To His Book.
By Robert Herrick
If hap it must, that I must see thee lie
Absyrtus-like, all torn confusedly:
With solemn tears, and with much grief of heart,
I'll recollect thee, weeping, part by part;
And having wash'd thee, close thee in a chest
With spice; that done, I'll leave thee to thy rest.
Extra Info:
Absyrtus-like, the brother of Medea, cut in pieces by her that his father might be delayed by gathering his limbs.
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