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An Epitaph.

Wit , Art, and Nature made a three-fold warre
To reigne, wt peace, in him which here doth lie:
Wit straue with Art; and both (though regular)
With Nature, ioyning, straue for Soueraigntie.
But, Prudence, with her powr's, (still bent to peace
Keeping the Sconse, that did his whole command)
The marre surceased for his Worthinesse;
That onely It had then the vpper-hand.
Yet selfe-diuided-honesty beheld
That peace, in warre with her owne Charitie.
Thē, bent her powr's to make their powr's to yeeld
So, all subdu'd to selfe-Integrity.
But, Fate (best friend but to the most profane,)
Stirr'd vp the hand of Hate, in heart of Pow'r,
(And all in shew of Loue) to worke his bane;
So, from Minerua's crown soone cropt this flow'r:
Yet ere it went, it left such Aire (though dimme)
As makes all sweete that sauours but of him.