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Epitaph on a Poor Alchymist.
The ashes of a Golden Ass,Not worth a monument of brass,
Or Chymist subtle as his gold
Reader this earthen urn doth hold;
Who, his gold vanisht all to air
And dear-bought cinders, through despair
And Deaths more certain Chimestrie,
The Quintessence of Fool did die,
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To nothing, but poor dust refin'd.
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