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Epitaph on a very fat man.
Under this pebble stone,Here fast sleepeth one,
And that is not two;
Yet was without doubt
Far bigger about,
Then both I, and you.
His kidneys encreast
So much, that his wast
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So his girdle Death cuts,
And down fel his guts,
'Bouts heels to the ground.
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