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The Epilogue.
In battells, some men fall, others againe,Come off with honor'd scarrs, wounded, not slaine,
In ship-wrack's, some sink, and are seene no more,
Others on Masts, and Planks, attaine the shore;
'Tis so 'twixt us and you; your Smile or Frowne,
Can save, or spill; to make us swimme, or drowne.
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