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AN EPITAPH.
When Great French Henry Fates bereft,His Name and Fame to Ovrs He left;
As ablest ATLAS Then to proppe
The Waight of Worth, the World of Hope:
But, England's Sinnes (a heauier Load)
So ouer-layd His Shoulders broad,
That, chrushed down, Heer lies Hee dead.
So, Hope is fall'n and Wortth is fled.
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