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Eleg. 7.

Goe glorious Saint! I knew 'twas not a shrine
Of flesh, could lodge so pure a soule as thine;
I saw it labour (in a holy scorne
Of living dust and ashes) to be sworne
A heavenly Quirifter: It sigh'd and groan'd
To be dissolv'd from mortall, and enthron'd
Among his fellow Angells, there to sing
Perpetuall Anthems to his heavenly King:
He was a stranger to his house of Clay;
Scarce own'd it, but that necessary stay
Miscall'd it his: And onely zeale did make
Him love the building for the builders sake.