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A Withered
And sappe, was sunke with age into the roote:
A fruictefull
Whose grapes did hange, from toppe vnto the foote:
And when the
His braunches still, the
That might reuiue, and helpe when wee bee oulde:
And when wee stoope, and drawe vnto our ende,
Our staggering state, to helpe for to vphoulde:
Yea, when wee shall be like a sencelesse block,
That for our sakes, will still imbrace our stock.
Hic negat, inque vicem pugnat vterque mori,
Extitit hoc vnum quod non conuenerat illis:
Caetera pars concors, & sine lite fuit.
tis obirum.
Et decet, & certè vinam
tibi semper amicus,
Nec tibi qui mori-
tur, desinit esse tuus:
Ipse ego quicquid ero,
cineres intérq. fauillas,
Tunc quoque non po-
tero non memor esse tui.