Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 14. A certaine old mans expression before his death, to his Son That I am at the period of my age Nor you, nor J, have any cause to mourne; For life is nothing, but a Pilgrimage; When we have travel’d long, we must returne: Let us be glad then, that my spirit goes, After so many toiles, to his repose. |
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