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On the death of Master Rice Manciple of Christ-Church.
Who can doubt (Rice) to what eternall placeThy soule is fled, that did but know thy face?
Whose body was so light it might have gone
To heaven without a resurrection;
Indeed thou wert all Type, thy limbes were signes,
Thy Arteries but Mathematick lines;
As if two soules had made the compound good,
Which both should live by faith, and none by blood.
R. C.
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