Newes from the Dead/To the Physitians

by Richard Watkins

To the Physitians.

TO 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.