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Ad Licinium Suram, Epig. 46.
Licinius! thou crown of learned men!Whose tongue brought back our Grand-fathers agen,
Thou art restored, but with how great a fate?
Returnd almost from the eternal gate,
Our wishes now had loss'd their fear: secure
Our tears did weep thy losse as pass'd all cure.
But yet the King of death could not sustain
Our grief, and sent the fates their threds again.
Thou knowst what moan thy false death moved for thee,
Enjoy thy self in thy posteritie.
Live as thine own surviver, hug thy joy:
A life returnd will never loose a day.
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