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Death passing by, and hearing parsons play
Stood much Amazed at his depth of skill
And said this Artist must wth me a way
for Death bereaues us of the better still
Yet Let the Quire whil'st hee keeps tyme sing on
For Parsons Rests his seruice being donn.
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