Astraea's Teares An Elegie Vpon the death of that Reverend, Learned and Honest Judge, Sir Richard Hutton Knight; Lately one of his Majesties Iustices in his Highnesse Court of Common Plees at Westminster [by Richard Brathwait] |
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To the pious memory of that judicious Patriot of his Countrey, Sir Christopher Dalston KNIGHT. |
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To the pious memory of that judicious Patriot of his Countrey, Sir Christopher Dalston KNIGHT.
A Friends farewell.
The fabrick of this Building now's pull'd downe,The higher parted from the lower roome;
The Cover of this structure turn'd to dust,
The Center made a Parlour for the just.
Dull stones are rubbish uselesse for example,
This fit for th' polish'd corners of the Temple:
The price then of this Gem who value can,
But He who now enjoyes it, God and man?
Upon his death.
To some on Earth a quicker death is given,No course can be too speedy unto heav'n;
In him lies here, this may be verefide,
Who dide to Earth, before on Earth he dide.
He heard his Saviours invitation, Come;
And he no sooner heard him then he run.
“This made him sleight his life, to show his love,
“Having his feet below, his faith above.
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