And now am careless what thou say'st of me.
Thy smiles I court not, nor thy frowns I fear.
My Cares are past, my head lies quiet here.
What faults you saw in me take care to shun,
And look at home, enough there's to be done.
Where ere I liv'd or dy'd it matters not,
To whom related, or by whom begot,
I was now am not, ask no more of me.
It's all I am and all the proud shall be.
I really like this, who wrote it?
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