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 Hou shalt not Swing againe: come cleare thy brow,

Thou hast the Benefit o'th' Clergie now;

Nor is thy Neck-Verse writt in Blood, which might

Confound thy Thoughts, as it must needs thy Sight.

Thus when Apollo keeps th' Assises, then

Women are sav'd by Booke, as well as Men.

Strange Wench! what character may fit the, best,

That still canst live, though Thou art Hang'd and Prest? Rob.Mathew, Fellow of New Coll.

O raise a Pyramide unto your skill

Were to mistrust experience, and still

Think Death a Gyant, whose vast gripe could span

And squeez to nought both memory and man.

Yee are not mortall, nor need feare to dye:

To conquer Death is Immortality.

Yee have done that. Marble may serve to hide

It's owne dust now, or tell who should have dy'd:

There is no other use for't. And thou Death

Vaunt not henceforth 'tis with Thy leave we breath.

Th'art vanquish't quite, and this thy Mulct shall be,

To write Probatum to their victory.

Um Mors & Medici conspirant fœdere certo

Amborum ut telis una puella cadat,