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Plaine-path'd Experience, th'unlearneds guide,
Her simple Followers evidently shewes
Sometimes what Schoole-men scarcely can decide,
Nor yet wise Reason absolutely knowes:
In making tryall of a Murther wrought,
If the vile actors of the heynous deed
Neere the dead Body happily be brought,
Oft 't'ath been prov'd, the breathlesse Coarse will bleed.
She comming neere, that my poore Heart hath slaine,
Long since departed (to the World no more)
Th' ancient Wounds no longer can containe,
But fall to bleeding, as they did before:
 But what of this? Should she to death be led,
 It furthers Justice, but helpes not the dead.
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