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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 21. Death maketh us all alike in so farre, as her power can reach
'MOngst all the rites, that Nature can pretend In Justice, this is chiefest, and a sequell, Which doth on Mortall principles depend: That drawing neare to death, we are all equall; Therefore we otherwise, then by the sense Should betwixt man, and man make difference.
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