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3 Epitaph. Upon her onely Sister.
In this Vine interred lyesOne, who clos'd from mortall eyes,
Eyes that Day which knowes no night,
Spheared in her Makers sight;
Who to crowne her Day with blisse,
Hath vouchsaf'd to style her his.
“Life so ended, is begun,
“Farre from Death, when Death h'as done.
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