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Upon the Life of that most worthy Gentleman, Master Henry Welby.
Old Henry Welby, well be thou for ever,Thy Purgatory's past, thy Heav'n ends never.
Of Eighty foure yeeres life, full forty foure
Man saw thee not, nor e're shall see thee more.
'Twas Piety and Penitence caus'd thee
So long a prisoner (to thy selfe) to be:
Thy bounteous house within, exprest thy mind,
Thy Charity without, the poore did find.
From Wine thou wa'st a duteous Rechabite,
And flesh so long time shunn'd thy appetite:
Small Beere, a Cawdle, Milke, or water-gruell
Strengthned by grace, maintain'd thy dayly duell
Against the witching World, the Flesh, and Fiend,
Which made thee live and dye well; there's an end.
John Taylor.
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