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the epitaph of Polia

Epitaphium Polia

'Happy Polia, who are buried alive yet,
Polifilo, resting from Mars and its businesses, meant that you
You should also dormant. '

''Wanderer, please,
made a brief stop. Here is the
miropolio,
the shop smells of nymph Polia. Polia
What, you say?
That flower that led to the scent of virtue,
beautiful flower, for dryness of the place,
can not sprout again, despite the tears always
new Poliphilo.
But if you see me blossom, an image that wins
admire beauty in each other,
and you say: - O sole, what your passion was spared,
managed to kill the shadow. -
Alas, Polifilo, desist:
a so no dried flower will live again.

Goodbye '.