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Alexander the great his death.

VVhat sounde assurance is of man?
what certaine lotte of life?
When Atrop cuts which Lachese spinnes,
with cruell cursed knife.
Hee yesterday renowmed Prince,
and King of Kinges so braue:
To daye in mouldred mossie mire,
layde in his fatall graue.
Yesterdaye the sonne of loue,
might all commaunde at will:
To day starcke naked in the earth,
with wormes his belly full.