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Epitaph on a Physician.
Here rots old Apozem at last,
In spite of all his knowledge;
The dart of Death transfix'd his brain,
And robb'd the ruthless College.
In spite of all his knowledge;
The dart of Death transfix'd his brain,
And robb'd the ruthless College.
Thus lordly Poles imperious rule,
Who make each Province dread 'em;
And lift the sanguinary spear,
To kill the slave that fed 'em.
Who make each Province dread 'em;
And lift the sanguinary spear,
To kill the slave that fed 'em.
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