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The Renowned Hiſtory of
Epitaph on a Dormouse, really written by a little Boy.
I.
In Paper Caſe,
Hard by this Place,
Dead a poor Dormouſe lies;
And ſoon or late,
Summon'd by Fate,
Each Prince, each Monarch dies,
II.
Ye Sons of Verſe,
While I rehearſe,
Attend inſtructive Rhyme;
No Sins had Dor,
To anſwer for,
Repent of yours in Time.
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