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Epitaph
I lived ignoring care and weight
drifted here, there, at easy gait,
to Nature close I’d cleave, -
from sense Death’s taken leave,
of whom I thought not early, late,
why should he think on me to wait?
poem
by
Mathurin Regnier
, translated by Jonathan Robin
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