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MY OWNE EPITAPH.

Loaden with earth, as earth by such as I,
In hopes of life, in Deaths cold arme I lye;
Laid vp there, whence I came, as shipps nere spilt
Are in the dock vndone to be new built.

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Short was my course, & had it longer bin,
I had return'd but burthen'd more with Sin.
Tread on me he that list; but learne withall,
As we make but one crosse, so thou must fall,
To be made one to some deare friend of thine,
That shall surueigh thy graue, as thou dost myne.
Teares aske I none, for those in death are vayne,
The true repentant showres which I did rayne
From my sad soule, in time to come will bring,
To this dead roote an euerlasting spring.
Till then my soule with her Creator keepes,
To waken in fit time what herein sleepes.
Wm. Browne. 1614.