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1645
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ANOTHER ON THE SAME
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by John Milton
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ANOTHER_ON_THE_SAME
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Another on the Same
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Here lieth one who did most truly prove,
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That he could never die while he could move,
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So hung his destiny never to rot
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While he might still jogg on, and keep his trot,
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Made of sphear-metal, never to decay
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Untill his revolution was at stay.
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Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime
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'Gainst old truth) motion number'd out his time:
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And like an Engin mov'd with wheel and waight,
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His principles being ceast, he ended strait.
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Rest that gives all men life, gave him his death,
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And too much breathing put him out of breath;
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Nor were it contradiction to affirm
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Too long vacation hastned on his term.
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Meerly to drive the time away he sickn'd,
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Fainted, and died, nor would with Ale be quickn'd;
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Nay, quoth he, on his swooning bed out-stretch'd,
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If I may not carry, sure Ile ne're be fetch'd,
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But vow though the cross Doctors all stood hearers,
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For one Carrier put down to make six bearers.
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Ease was his chief disease, and to judge right,
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He di'd for heavines that his Cart went light,
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His leasure told him that his time was com,
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And lack of load, made his life burdensom,
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That even to his last breath (ther be that say't)
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As he were prest to death, he cry'd more waight;
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But had his doings lasted as they were,
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He had bin an immortall Carrier.
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Obedient to the Moon he spent his date
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In cours reciprocal, and had his fate
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Linkt to the mutual flowing of the Seas,
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Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase:
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His Letters are deliver'd all and gon,
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Onely remains this superscription.
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-THE END-
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