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Eleg. 8.
Had vertue, learning, the Diviner Arts,
Wit, judgement, wisdome, (or what other parts
That make perfection, and returne the minde
As great as Earth can suffer) beene confin'd
To earth, had they the Patent to abide
Secure from change, our Ailmer ne're had dy'de:
Fond earth, forbeare and let thy childish eyes
Ne're weep for him, thou ne're knew'st how to prize
Shed not a teare, blinde earth; for it appeares
Thou never lov'dst our Ailmer by thy teares:
Or if thy flouds must needs oreflow their brim,
Lament, lament thy blindenesse, and not him.
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