ABSTRACT
IV. EPITAPH. ON JAMES MOORE SMYTHE Here Iyes what had nor Birth, nor Shape, nor Fame; No Gentleman! no man! no-thing! no name! For Jammie ne'er grew James; and what they call More, shrunk to Smith-and Smith's no name at all. Yet dye thou can'st not, Phantom, oddly fated: 5 For how can no-thing be annihilated?
