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Epitaphs. 287Had longer dayes been granted by the Fates,Rome had heard this Hanniball at her gates.Farewell thou Austrian scourge, thou modern wonder,Strange rain hath followed thy last clap of thunder,A Shower of tears : and yet for ought we know,The Horn that's left, may blow down Jericho.ocfoeir/r Hivr c. :209. To Death \having lost thine eyes,Death,, art thou mad ? orNow throw'st thy dart at wild uncertainties ?Which hits those men, who hadst thou eyes or senseWould challenge from thee mild obedience.Their prudent looks gilt with Divinity,Thy trembling hand would cast thy dart away,And grant the wearied Bells a holy day ;And thou griev'd for thy former cruelty.Wouldst to the world proclaim a Jubilee.But thojjart blind and deaf: yet one or twoAt most, methinks, had been enowTo satisfie thy bloody tyranny.But thou wouldst fain rob poor mortalitybe as baseOf all true worth, that men mightAs thou art,and the Devils of thy race.Art thou coward grown ? why did'st not dartThy spight at lusty youth ? whose valiant heartWould scorn thy fond Alarum, and would slightThy mighty malice, and thy puny might.This had been fair enough but thou;goest furtherThat had been but man-slaughter, this is murther ;