Wie zal in 't akelig ryk van de dooden,
Uwer gedénken, óf uwe gebóden,
Niemand, naa dat hy in de aarde is begraaven,
Weet van uw' goedheid, nóch pryst uwe gaaven;
In 't naar, én donker graf,
Weet niemand érgens af.
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