470 POE MS,Sco. Another on the fame. HERE lieth one, who did moftly truly prove That he could never die - while he could move ; So hung his deftiny, never to rot While he might Rill jog on and keep his trot, Made of fphere-metal, never to decay 5 Until his revolution was at flay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime 'Gainft old truth) motion number'd out his time : And like an engine mov'd with wheel and weight, His principles being ceas'd, he ended ftrait to Reft that gives all men life, gave him his death, And too much breathing put him out of breath ; Nor were it contradidion to affirm Too long vacation haflen'd on his term. Merely to drive the time away he ficken'd, 15 Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd ; Nay, quoth he, on his fwooning bed out-ftretch'd If I mayn't carry, Pure I'll ne'er be fetch'd, But vow, though the crofs doctors all ftood hearers, For one carrier put down to make fix bearers. 20 Eafe was his chief difeafe, and to judge right, He dy'd for hcavinefs that his cart went light : His leifure told him that his time was come, And lack of load made his life burdenfome, That ev'n to his laft breath (there be that fay't) 25 As he were prefs'd to death, he cry'd more weight ; But had his doings Wed as they were, He had been an immortal carrier. Obedient to the moon he fpent his date. In courfe reciprocal, and had his fate Link'd to the mutual flowingof the Peas, Yet (ftrange to think) his wain was his increafe: His letters are deliver'd all and gone, Ouiy remains this fuperkription. An
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