Epitaph for Wimarke, An

An Epitaph for Wimarke

Nature lent time, soe He grew owld
And prodigall at once, in this:
Setting it all at stake gainst Gould
Wherof He made his chiefest bliss
But when she saw he tooke of all-
Men interest yet payd Her none
She calls for in the principall
And layes it up under this ston.
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