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--                                    EPITATH

ON SHEFFERY MORGAN.

HERE Sheffery Morgan, the Welsh doctor, lies, Come good St Taffy, now with mournful cries, And sweep ap Shink in Shones and cousin Price, With all our near relations Hugh and Rice; Send forth your sighs, sad lamentation make, Until the very high Welsh mountains shake With the fierce sobs ascending from your breath, Let the Welsh goats go mourn for hur death; Though hur be dead it cannot be deny'd,                   But hur liv'd till the very day hur dy'd;                    A cruel surfeit did hur vitals seize By eating seven pounds of bread and cheese! Thus is the race of this brave Doctor run, And all the hope we have is in his son: Who may indeed supply his father's fame, Young Shon ap Morgan he is call'd by name, Which has been since perform'd by skill and art, As you will find, read but the Second Part.

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