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  From life's superfluous cares enlarged,

  His debt of human toil discharged,

  Here Cowley lies! beneath this shed,

  To every worldly interest dead;

  With decent poverty content,

  His hours of ease not idly spent;

  To fortune's goods a foe profess'd,

  And hating wealth by all caress'd.

  'Tis true he's dead; for oh! how small

  A spot of earth is now his all:

  Oh! wish that earth may lightly lay,

  And every care be far away;

  Bring flowers; the short-lived roses bring,

  To life deceased, fit offering:

  And sweets around the poet strow,

  Whilst yet with life his ashes glow.