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Epig. 2. Epitaph on I. P.

But are you sure he's dead, and did you heare
The Screitch-owls voyce? else tis not true I feare,
Was the skie blasted and with thunder torne,
The Devil's seldome layd without a storme;
Yet like a fatall Comet though he's gone,
Ha's left behind a sad contagion.