The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxted’s Church  27169

Rome, 15—

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    Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!
    Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?
    Nephews—sons mine ... ah God! I know not! Well‚—
    She, men would have to be your mother once,
    Old Gandolf envied me, so fair she was!
    What's done is done, and she is dead beside,
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