On a poor and sick man

When age and sickness did upon me seize,
Of age none could, of want none would me ease.
With palsy'd limbs, I to my grave did go,
And there did end my want and sickness too.
The lawes of fate preposterously were plac'd,
I found my grave at first, my death at last
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