And thou, Pashur, and all that dwell in thine house shall go into captivity: and thou shalt come to Babylon, and there thou shalt die, and shalt be buried there, thou, and all thy friends, to whom thou hast prophesied lies.

Ver. 6. There shalt thou be buried.] In a dunghill perhaps, as Bishop Bonner was, and have cause enough to cry out, as that great Parisian doctor did from his bier, when brought to be buried,

Parcite funeribus: mihi nil prodesse valebit.

Heu infelicem cur me genuere parentes?

Ah miser aeternos vado damnatus ad ignes. ”

“Spare funeral costs: why was I born

By hell's black fiends now to be torn?”

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