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epitaph on john ranke

ae day, as death, that grue carl,

was drivg to the tither warl&039;

a ixtie—axtie otley sad,

and ony a guilt-bespotted d—

bck gowns of each denoation,

and thieves of every rank and station,

fro hi that wears the star and garter,

to hi that tles a halter:

ashad hiself to see the wretches,

he utters, glowr at the bitches,

“by god i&039;ll not be seen beht the,

nor &039;ang the sp&039;ritual re present the,

without, at least, ae honest an,

to grace this dan&039;d fernal cn!”

by adahill a gnce he threw,

“lord god!” h he, “i have it now;

there&039;s jt the an i want, i&039; faith!”

and ickly spit ranke&039;s breath