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Epitaph on the Earl of Strafford.
Here lies Wise and Valiant Dust,Huddled up 'twixt Fit and Just:
Strafford, who was hurry'd hence,
'Twixt Treason and Convenience.
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A Papist, yet a Calvinist.
His Prince's nearest Joy and Grief
He had, yet wanted all Relief.
The Prop and Ruin of the State,
The Peoples violent Love and Hate.
One in Extremes lov'd and abhorr'd:
Riddles lie here, and in a word,
Here lies Blood, and let it lie
Speechless still, and never cry.
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