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Epitaph on the same.
Let not this Marble bound th' Inquisitive Ey,Here sleepes his Dust, but not his memory.
Stones are but weake Preservers, his fall prest
More lasting Tombes in the Survivers Breast.
Our Generall Teares, greifes which no Joyes beguile,
These are his Marble, these his funerall Pile.
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