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Whom gentle fate translated hence
To a more happy residence.
Yet, reader, let me tell thee this,
Which from his ghost a promise is,
If here ye will some few tears shed,
He'll never haunt ye now he's dead.
Residentiary, old inhabitant.
645. UPON TEARS.
Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine,
Above they are the angels' spiced wine.
646. PHYSICIANS.
Physicians fight not against men; but these
Combat for men by conquering the disease.
647. THE PRIMITIÆ TO PARENTS.
Our household-gods our parents be;
And manners good require that we
The first fruits give to them, who gave
Us hands to get what here we have.
649. UPON LUCY. EPIG.
Sound teeth has Lucy, pure as pearl, and small,
With mellow lips, and luscious therewithal.
