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Epitaph on Harry Care.
A true Dissenter here does lye indeed,
He ne'er with any, or himself agreed;
But rather than want subjects to his spight,
Wou'd Snake-like turn, and his own Tail wou'd bite.
Sometime, 'tis true, he took the faster side,
But when he came by suff'ring to be try'd,
The Craven soon betray'd his Fear and Pride:
Thence, Settle-like, he to recanting fell
Of all he wrote, or fanci'd to be well;
Thus purg'd from good; and thus prepar'd by evil,
He fac'd to Rome, and marcht off to the Devil.
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