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EPITAPH.
THE World was once in danger to drop out
Sidney's Remains, Wits universe about.
Here in Death's gripes a gemme of Art so rare
New-England's Poverty claimeth her share;
Since here she nurst him with a silvane teat
Untill hee's fledgd to seek a distant seat:
Gaining the naked Substance, his Intent's
From statelier Halls to gain Embellishments
Of sciences profound: Twas well essayd;
But by that means this gallant Spark hath paid
What England, Honours Throne, his place of Birth,
Did rightly claime, his soul deserted Earth.
Hee lies among that precious Dust unknown
Which with most friendly silence huggs its own.
Great Gransiers of most venerable race,
Yield this their Nephew a retiring Place
In their dark Conclave, where there hands and brains,
Under the umbrage of the grave remains.
Sidney's Remains, Wits universe about.
Here in Death's gripes a gemme of Art so rare
New-England's Poverty claimeth her share;
Since here she nurst him with a silvane teat
Untill hee's fledgd to seek a distant seat:
Gaining the naked Substance, his Intent's
From statelier Halls to gain Embellishments
Of sciences profound: Twas well essayd;
But by that means this gallant Spark hath paid
What England, Honours Throne, his place of Birth,
Did rightly claime, his soul deserted Earth.
Hee lies among that precious Dust unknown
Which with most friendly silence huggs its own.
Great Gransiers of most venerable race,
Yield this their Nephew a retiring Place
In their dark Conclave, where there hands and brains,
Under the umbrage of the grave remains.
Hace Genitoris amor, Matris reverentia possit
Carmina, Tutoris pauperis obsequio.
Carmina, Tutoris pauperis obsequio.
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