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 And yet still gapes, alas! I feare

Death it selfe will be buryed there.

Shee's sicke, and melts in her owne wo,

The female Sex should cheat her so.

(That she could not decieve the same,

In whom the first deceit found game.)

Either Physck conquers Death,

Or Physitians coine new breath;

Or Atropos hath lost her knife:

This was a hanging to the Life.

O! Wench reforme in thy new age,

Write Vertue in this second page:

The first shewes Characters of Vice,

O! live well once, who livest twice.

Ere lies-'t must not be so. Here Goes a Shee

That lost her life to lifes recovery.

Here Goes She, whose last Snuffe of vitall breath

Was blowne Out and In, by one blast of Death.

Whilst thus her Innocence Fate justifies,

Wee'l write on her Accuser, Here He Lies.

ugglers we'have seene cut a Thread, whole: Thy Line

Of life was so: just such a Trick was Thine.

Hocus Pocus, fast and loose, dead and gone,

Here agen: Women have more tricks than one. Hen. Capell Armig. Coll. Winton

Hou Sophister of Fate, that canst deny

A faire dispute by an Amphiboly;

Reade Hebrew-wise thy Neck-verse, make to be

In thine own doom an Infra-pollency:

Insertst no Negative, and yet canst state

An affirm'd sentence Illegitimate.

Sure Minos Jury was for these too Grand,

That did thy Doom re-eccho, did withstand

Thy Epilogue, and made it for to be