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On the Death of the Famous Apoth. Mr. Gideon De Laune. 1658. |
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On the Death of the Famous Apoth. Mr. Gideon De Laune. 1658.
Great Lord of Medicine! whose single skillOut did Dispensatories, and whose will
Was Arts best Law: since death knew not more sure,
And ready wayes to kill, then he to Cure.
This salves were e'ne as Catholicks as our pain,
And all this Remedies were Soveraigne.
Natures Preservative! who seem'd t'outvy
The Hopes and Armes of his Posterity:
And if her debt had not his Justice try'd,
I'de lay my life upon't, he had not dy'd.
But is he dead—Dead! as I live rude death!
How durst thou be so bold, to filch his Breath
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May hasten time to make an end of thee?
Thus shall his Fate, Philosophy controul
And leave the drooping world without a Soul.
Infection's rife, and raging since his Fall,
And each Disease, is Epidemical:
If Nature prove short liv'd, hence you may read
The sad (but certain) cause-Delaun is dead.
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