UPON A CHILD. AN EPITAPH.
by Robert Herrick
BUT born, and like a short delight,
I glided by my parents' sight.
That done, the harded fates denied
My longer stay, and so I died.
If, pitying my sad parents' tears,
You'll spill a tear or two with theirs,
And with some flowers my grave bestrew,
Love and they'll thank you for 't. Adieu.
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 84.