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On an Old Woman who sold Pots.

Beneath this stone lies Cath’rine Gray,

Changed to a lifeless lump of clay.

By earth and clay she got her pelf,

Yet now she’s turn’d to Earth herself.

Ye weeping friends, let me advise,

Abate your grief, and dry your eyes.

For what avails a flood of tears?

Who knows, but in a run of years,

In some tall pitcher or broad pan,

She in her shop may be again?