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Engraven on Mr. John Collier's Tomb-stone at Bedlington.
Here what remains of him doth lie,Who was the World's Epitome,
Religion's Darling, Merchants Glory,
Mens true Delight, and Vertue's Story;
Who, though a Prisoner to the Grave,
A glorious Freedom once shall have:
Till when no Monument is fit,
But what's beyond our love and wit.
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