D. Yes, you Dog, don't you know what that

incomparable noble genius my Lord Rochefter fings upon the fubjecTr, I believe it unfeignedly,
fings.
After death nothing is, And nothing death.
Gr. You believe it, my Lord, you mean, you would fain believe it if you could j but fince you put that great genius my Lord Rochefter upon me, let me play him back upon your Grace; I am fure
you
of the DE VIE; 21
you have read his fine poem upon nothing^ in one of the ftanzas of which is this beautiful thought,
And to be part of * thee The wicked wifely pray.