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24. | 24. An Epitaph on a great sleeper.
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Small poems of Divers sorts | ||
24. An Epitaph on a great sleeper.
Here lies a great Sleeper, as every body knows,Whose Soul would not care if his body ne're rose.
The business of life he hated, and chose
To die for his ease for his better repose;
And 'tis believ'd when the last trump doth wake him,
Had the Devil a bed, he would pray him to take him.
Small poems of Divers sorts | ||