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Mynors Bright translation
A vineyard, the first that ever I did see All the towne almost going out of towne (Plague panic) Buy some roll-tobacco to smell to and chaw Consult my pillow upon that and every great thing of my life Convenience of periwiggs is so great Dying this last week of the plague 112, from 43 the week before Hear that the plague is come into the City Houses marked with a red cross upon the doors My old folly and childishnesse hangs upon me still Plague claimed 68,596 victims (in 1665) Pride of some persons and vice of most was but a sad story The coachman that carried [us] cannot know me again Though neither of us care 2d. one for another Which may teach me how I make others wait