Of Lambs or Bulls, should now
Loaded with Priests see its own Altars too.
XXX.
The woods gave fun’ral piles no more,
The dead the very fire devour,
And that almighty Conqueror over-power.
The noble and the common dust
Into each others graves are thrust,
No place is sacred, and no tomb,
’Tis now a priviledge to consume;