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On a Player.
Thou that so oft in jest was wont to die,Art now tane at thy word, and here dost lie:
Thine Acts had many Scenes, Death's had but one,
His Entry was thine Exit, bad be gone;
Thou act'st a King no more, no that's laid by,
Nor any's Parasite in flattery;
Thou hast put off the Clowns slops now, nor art
Wrapt with the fury of a Lovers part;
But suit'st thy self in one, wherein all must
Thy fellow-Actors be, to sleep in Dust.
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