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On Mr Francis Beaumont (then newly dead.)
He that hath such acutenesse, and such witt,As would aske ten good heads to husband it;
He that can write so well that no man dare
Refuse it for the best, let him beware:
Beavmont is dead, by whose sole death appeares,
Witt's a Disease consumes men in few yeares.
Rich. Corbet. D. D.
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