The Excellent Wigglesworth, Remembred by Some Good Tokens

His Pen did once Meat from the Eater fetch;
And now he's gone beyond the Eaters reach.
His Body , once so Thin , was next to None;
From Thence, he's to Unbodied Spirits flown .
Once his rare skill did all Diseases heal;
And he does nothing now uneasy feel.
He to his Paradise is Joyful come;
And waits with Joy to see his Day of Doom.
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