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To Sir Henry New, upon his re-edifying the Church of Charleton in Kent.

SIR;

You need no Parian or Egyptian stone
To build a Tomb for you, your name alone
Shall stand, your monument which shall out vie
Those fading Trophies in stabilitie,
You have the basis of no structures fixt
On widdowes ruins, or the mortar mixt
With Orphans tears, you wish the melting skies
May wet your fields, and not your tenants eyes,
Moysten it with their deaw, you build no shrine
To lavish riot, where sin's made divine,
And Idoliz'd, you sacrifice no wealth
At Bacchus Altar, nor give up your health
An offering to't, or to evacuate rheume
Do you exhale whole mannors into fume;
No Sir, you have imploid your coyne so well,
That God himselfe will be accountable
For what y'ave spent, y'ave laid your treasure in
So inaccessible a Magazin;
No sacrilegious robber shall purloine
Or rust embase the value of your coine:
Y'ave built a house where God himselfe will dwell,
And stand himselfe there his own Centinell;
Let others sit and brood upon that Ore
Which they've collected from the Indian shore,
And put themselves to the expence of care,
For a wild unthrift, you make God your heire.