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Epigr. 35.
I sawe a naked corpse spread on the ground,Ouer the dead I sawe the liuing fight.
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Or touch my heart, it was this wofull sight.
To wound the graue, to dare the dead to dye.
To sprinkle life on ashes putrifide.
To weepe with blood, to mourne with villanie,
To looke on death and not be mortifide.
Such funerals if we sustaine to keepe,
I thinke the dead will rise, and for vs weepe.
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