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THE Last Will and Testament OF ANTHONY King of Poland.
MY Tap is run, then Baxter tell me why
Shou'd not the good the great Potapski die?
Grim death who lays us all upon our backs,
Instead of Sythe doth now advance his Ax.
And I who all my Life in Broyls have spent,
Intend at last to make a fettlement.
Imprimis, for my Soul (tho' I had thought
To've left that thing I never minded, out)
Some do advi e for fear of doing wrong,
To give it him to whom it doth belong.
But I who all mankind have cheated, now
Intend likewise to cheat the Devil too.
Therefore I leave my Soul unto my Son,
For he, as Wisemen think, as yet hath none.