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An Elegie on a Good Man.
You that did love with filial fear
The Soul that shines in yonder Sphere,
VVhose shadow is informed here,
Put on your Sack-cloth and appear.
The Soul that shines in yonder Sphere,
VVhose shadow is informed here,
Put on your Sack-cloth and appear.
Here lies the Map of Martyrdom,
Let all therefore avoid the Room,
But those that can, when as they come,
VVith Tears, and Ashes, build a Tomb.
Let all therefore avoid the Room,
But those that can, when as they come,
VVith Tears, and Ashes, build a Tomb.
For here the Cause of all your Cares,
Lies floating in the Churches tears,
VVho did expire, as it appears,
Not for His Faults but Others Fears.
Lies floating in the Churches tears,
VVho did expire, as it appears,
Not for His Faults but Others Fears.
You that are Valiant, Great, and Wise,
Attend his sacred Obsequies,
For on this holy Herse there lies,
A Theme for Tears in unborn Eyes.
Attend his sacred Obsequies,
For on this holy Herse there lies,
A Theme for Tears in unborn Eyes.
Although he was not understood,
Yet from his Spirit, and his Bloud,
Did flow a fair and fertile Floud,
Of all that men call Great and Good.
Yet from his Spirit, and his Bloud,
Did flow a fair and fertile Floud,
Of all that men call Great and Good.
Religion was his daily Guest,
VVithin the Treasure of his Brest,
VVas more than Language ere Exprest,
Angels can onely tell the rest.
VVithin the Treasure of his Brest,
VVas more than Language ere Exprest,
Angels can onely tell the rest.
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