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To His Peculiar Friend, Mr. Thomas Shapcott, Lawyer.
By Robert Herrick
I've paid thee what I promis'd; that's not all;
Besides I give thee here a verse that shall
(When hence thy circummortal part is gone),
Arch-like, hold up thy name's inscription.
Brave men can't die, whose candid actions are
Writ in the poet's endless calendar:
Whose vellum and whose volume is the sky,
And the pure stars the praising poetry.
Farewell
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Circummortal, more than mortal.
Candid, fair.
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