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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The First Booke. № 21. To one bewailing the death of another
You have no cause to thinke it strange, that he Hath yeelded up his last, and fatall breath; For ’tis no wonder for a man to dye, Whose life is but a journey into Death: Nor is there any man of life deprived For age, or sicknesse: but because he lived.
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