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Epig. 23. Lucians memoriall.

Could Charon chuse but laugh alow'd,
To see thy Soule 'mongst others crowd,
(Who with such art did'st him deride)
To have passage to the other side,

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Or wer't thou not so much abhord
By him, he threw thee over board,
Hating thy Trunke should lade his Wherrie,
Now in Cocytus fishes worrie
Thy Ravens Soule, (Fishes in Forme)
As once thy carrion lumpe was torne
On earth, thou can'st not now aspire
To carp at the Meonian Lyre;
Excellent Rogue erect thy eyes,
See all the deathlesse Dieties
Laugh at thy dolor, and esteem
It just, because thou didst blaspheme.