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Eleg. 26.
[Let all the world come and bewail our lot]
Let all the world come and bewail our lot,Come Europe, Asia, Affrica, come all:
Mourn English, Irish, British, and mourn Scot,
For his, (no I mistake it) for our fall.
The prop of Vertue and mankindes delight
Hath fled the earth, and quite forsaken us:
We had but of his excellence a sight,
To make our longings like to Tantalus.
What seek you in a man that he enjoy'd not?
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Nay, which is more, What had he, he imploy'd not,
To help his Countrey, and her love to merit?
But see what high preferment Vertues bring,
Hee's of a Servant now become a King.
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