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This Pile thou see'st, built out of Flesh not Stone,
Containes no Shrowd within, nor mouldring Bone:

This Blood-lesse Trunk is destitute of Tombe,
Which may the Soule-fledd Mansion enwombe.

This seeming Sepulchre (to tell the troth)
Is neither Tomb, nor Body; and yet Both.
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