Here, prating Lovers last embrac’d;
But yet not parting neither:
They both expir’d, and went away together.
The Friend does hear his Friend’s last Cries;
Parts his Grief for him, and then dies;
Lives not enough to close his Eyes.
The Father, at his Death,
Speaks his Son Heir, with an infectious Breath:
In the same Hour the Son does take
His Father’s Will, and his own make.