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Astræa's Anthem.

Come Astræa, and descend
To partake that Iudges end
Who was styl'd the poore mans friend.


Here a Shrine you need not reare,
We have one of Amber here
Cimented with pitties teare.
Come then deare Astræa, come,
Shippe him to Elysium,
And record what he ha's don:
That his living fame may win
Other Lights to follow him.