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His Epitaph.

Aske you, why so many a teare
B ursts forth; I'le tell you in your eare:
C ompell me not to speake aloud,
D eath would then be too too proud;
E yes that cannot vye a teare,
F orbeare to aske, you may not heare:
G entle hearts, that overflow
H ave onely priviledge to know:
I n these sacred ashes, then,
K now (Reader) that a man of men
L yes covered: Fame and lasting glory
M ake deare mention of his story:
N ature when she gave him birth,
O p'd her treasure to the earth,
P ut forth the modell of true merit,
Q uickned with a higher spirit:
R are was his life; His latest breath
S aw, and scorn'd, and conquer'd death:
T hanklesse Reader, never more
V rge a why, when teares runne ore:
W hen you saw so high a Tyde,
Y ou might haue knowne, 'twas Ailmer dyde,