The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published.

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Title: The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published.
Author: Harington, John, Sir, 1560-1612.
Publication: London :: Printed by G[eorge] P[urslowe] for Iohn Budge: and are to be sold at his shop in Paules Church-yard at the signe of the Greene Dragon,; 1618.
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Subject terms: Epigrams, English.
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62 Of an Abbot that had beene a good f••llow.
AN Abbot that had led a wanton life,
And cited now, by deaths sharpe Sumner, sicknesse,
••elt in his soule, great agony and strife,
His sinnes appearing in most hideous likenesse.
The Monkes that saw their Abbot so dismaid,
••nd knew no lesse his life had beene lasciuious:
••et for his finall comfort, thu•• they said,
••hinke not, deare Sir, we will be so obliuious,
••ut that with fasting, and with sacred ringing,
••nd prayer, we will for yo•• such grace attaine,
••hat after requie•••• and some Di••ges singing,
••ou shall be freed from Purgatories paine.
Ah, thankes my sonnes, said he, but all my feare
Is onely this, that I shall ne'r•• come there.