Lay a garland on my hearse, <br /> Of the dismal yew, <br /> Maidens, willow branches bear, <br /> Say I died true. <br /> My love was false, but I was firm <br /> From my hour of birth; <br /> Upon my buried body lie <br /> Lightly, gentle earth.<br /><br />Beaumont and Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lay-a-garland-on-my-hearse/
