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 Ecce quod expendi habui, quod donavi habeo, quod negavi punior, 
quod servavi perdidi.  
 Ecce quod expendi habui, quod donavi habeo, quod negavi punior, 
quod servavi perdidi. 
 And the voice of men shall call,
 "He is fallen like us all,
  Though the weapon of read more 
 And the voice of men shall call,
 "He is fallen like us all,
  Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:"
   And thine epitaph shall be--
    "He was wretched ev'n as we;"
     And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land. 
 This comes of altering fundamental laws and overpersuading by his 
landlord to take physic (of which he died) for read more 
 This comes of altering fundamental laws and overpersuading by his 
landlord to take physic (of which he died) for the benefit of the 
doctor--Stavo bene (was written on his monument) ma per star 
meglio, sto qui. 
 For the Lord Jesus Christ's sake,
 Do all the good you can,
  To all the people you read more 
 For the Lord Jesus Christ's sake,
 Do all the good you can,
  To all the people you can,
   In all the ways you can,
    As long as ever you can. 
 For though his body's under hatches,
 His soul has gone aloft.  
 For though his body's under hatches,
 His soul has gone aloft. 
 This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval 
giants. He has gone over to the majority: read more 
 This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval 
giants. He has gone over to the majority: "Abiit ad plures." 
 Loe here the precious dust is layd;
 Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
  So fine that it the read more 
 Loe here the precious dust is layd;
 Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
  So fine that it the guest betray'd.
   Else the soule grew so fast within,
    It broke the outward shall of sinne
     And so was hatch'd a cherubin. 
 Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
 And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
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 Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
 And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
  Thy Smiles I count not, nor thy frowns I fear,
   My days are past, my head lies quiet here.
    What faults you saw in me take Care to shun,
     Look but at home, enough is to be done. 
 Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
 That this is all remains of thee?  
 Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
 That this is all remains of thee?