Body and Soul to settle his Affairs.’ 110
The Doctor fought, no doubt, with all his Might,
But Nature yielded in the Doctor’s Spite;
And the good Vicar had his leave to try
All he could offer; for the Man must die.
But there was no repose; the troubled Brain
Could little bear and nothing could retain.
“In the same Night his troubled Spirit past
That object of his Frailty breathed her last.
Her we have buried in an earlier Day,