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Vpon the fall of the Millars-bridge.
1
The Millars, in the River drown'd,While Paris was beleaguerd round;
To die were all resolv'd in minde,
Because they had no more to grinde.
2
Then was their fittest time to die,Because they might intend it best:
But their intent was contrary,
Because they then liv'd so at rest.
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3
As, after long sharp famine, som (forlorn)Of surfet Die, their greediness is such:
This Mill-bridge, having fasted long from corn,
Is drown'd (perhaps) for having ground too-much.
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