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Her Epitaph

This vapering spark sprung from an unknown race
By Venus made a captain in the field;

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But Mars was angry, when he saw his face,
A Souldiers look, unhorst him, made him yeeld,
First he was pillag'd, after seiz'd by death,
He'ad runne away, save that he wanted breath.
His glorious Minnon hearing of the chance,
Being charg'd with sorrow fell into a trance;
But when she was recoverd, she began
To teare and rave, oh! wheres that man, that man?
And shot a Pistoll in her side; her breath
Was charged out, to let in Serjeant death.