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Why, death, do you tarry so?
Why does your chariot come so slow?
Old age has prepared for me
Every illness and complaint.
What good are my hundred years?
If such pain I undergo—
Why, death…
I have set this stone as a weight, not as a memorial, over my wife’s grave, lest (God forbid!) she rise from the dead and come back home.
A woman beautiful in every way
I give you—pedigreed, with every skill—
And all you want to know is what’s the dowry!
That’s not the way to think; that’s faulty judgment.
If you’d appraise her…
