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<P><HI>Augu&s;ta Lachrymans:</HI> A Funeral TEAR, TO THE MEMORY OF THE <HI>Worthy and Honour'd</HI> Michael Godfrey, <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR> LATE DEPUTY-GOVERNOUR of the ROYAL BANK of <HI>ENGLAND:</HI> Unfortunately Slain by a Cannon Ball, near His Maje&s;ty's Per&s;on, in the Trenches, at the Siege of <HI>NAM&V;RE.</HI></P>
<P>By <HI>E. SETTLE.</HI></P>
<P><HI>London:</HI> Printed, and are to be Sold by <HI>Rich. Baldwin,</HI> near the <HI>Oxford-Arms</HI>-Inn, in <HI>Warwick</HI>-Lane, 1695.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>Augu&s;ta Lachrymans.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">A FUNERAL TEAR To the MEMORY of the Worthy and Honour'd <HI>Michael Godfrey, <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR></HI> &amp;c.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>VIRTUE, that Plumes the <HI>Great,</HI> and Decks the <HI>Fair,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Religion</HI>'s Elde&s;t Mate, and <HI>Heav'n</HI>'s Co-Heir!</L>
<L>VIRTUE, that Perfum'd <HI>Balm,</HI> who&s;e Fragrant <HI>Breath</HI></L>
<L>At once both <HI>Softens</HI> LIFE, and <HI>Sweetens</HI> DEATH;</L>
<L>At Thy <HI>&V;ntimely,</HI> and Lamented <HI>Fall,</HI></L>
<L>No Common <HI>Tears</HI> mu&s;t wait Thy FUNERAL.</L>
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<LG>
<L>So our lov'd <HI>GODFREY</HI> fell! A more mourn'd <HI>Head</HI></L>
<L>Was never Lodg'd in HONOUR's Fatal <HI>Bed.</HI></L>
<L>Hard-fated <HI>Loyalty!</HI> Thou cam'&s;t to Pay</L>
<L>A <HI>Bended Knee;</HI> but <HI>Pro&s;trate Life</HI> mu&s;t Lay.</L>
<L>When the too keen Devourer, WAR, in all</L>
<L>His Sulphur <HI>Fires,</HI> Bright <HI>Steel,</HI> or Sooty <HI>Ball,</HI></L>
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<L>Doals round his <HI>Deaths</HI> 'mong&s;t his own Slaughter'd <HI>Sons,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Crim&s;on Stream</HI> there but <HI>Half pitied,</HI> runs:</L>
<L>But at this <HI>Thunder</HI>'s too <HI>Ill guided</HI> Bla&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>War</HI> Blu&s;ht, and ev'n <HI>Bellona</HI> &s;tood aga&s;t.</L>
<L>The Di&s;mal Tale to <HI>England</HI>'s Mourning Shore,</L>
<L>With broken Trumps the Po&s;ting <HI>Tritons</HI> bore:</L>
<L>The Wayling <HI>Nereids</HI> the &s;ad Accents felt;</L>
<L>Nor cou'd their Briny <HI>Neptune</HI> le&s;s than melt.</L>
<L>But, of Thy <HI>Mourners,</HI> Fair <HI>A&V;G&V;STA</HI>'s Chief;</L>
<L>So Va&s;t her <HI>Lo&s;s,</HI> and Intere&s;ted <HI>Grief:</HI></L>
<L>Nor cou'd her own &s;ad <HI>Plaints,</HI> and murm'uring <HI>Cries,</HI></L>
<L>For her dear <HI>GODFREY</HI>'s <HI>Funeral Rites</HI> &s;uffice;</L>
<L>Both from her <HI>Gre&s;ham,</HI> and her <HI>Floating Walls,</HI></L>
<L>A <HI>Brethren-Troop</HI> of all Wet Eyes &s;he calls.</L>
<L>One Trickling <HI>Tear</HI> too, from <HI>Britannia</HI> run;</L>
<L>The Pious Sorrow for her <HI>Darling Son.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Battle,</HI> with all his Bolts <HI>Commi&s;&s;ion'd Rage,</HI></L>
<L>That <HI>Theatre</HI> of <HI>Fate,</HI> that <HI>Bloody Stage,</HI></L>
<L>Acted, alas! but Half Thy <HI>Tragick Part:</HI></L>
<L><HI>BELGIA</HI>'s the Blow, but <HI>ALBION</HI>'s is the Smart.</L>
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<L>But, hark! methinks Thy <HI>Fame</HI>'s &s;weet Trumpet&s;ounds</L>
<L>That Tuneful Mu&s;ick o're Thy <HI>Glorious Wounds:</HI></L>
<L>The Angry BOLT, by an <HI>Exchanging Stroke,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>GODFREY</HI> for the <HI>Ran&s;om'd CAESAR</HI> took.</L>
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<L>Thy <HI>Interpo&s;ing Brea&s;t</HI> to Catch the <HI>Blow</HI></L>
<L>Aim'd at Great <HI>WILLIAM</HI>'s <HI>Life,</HI> and <HI>E&V;ROPE</HI>'s too.</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t Thou the <HI>Tutelar Bar</HI> to That dire <HI>Doom,</HI></L>
<L>Champion of <HI>Britain,</HI> Fence of <HI>Chri&s;tendom,</HI></L>
<L>Thus <HI>Fal'n;</HI> Oh! let that <HI>Single Fame</HI> out-pride</L>
<L>A <HI>Mau&s;oloeum,</HI> or a <HI>Pyramide.</HI></L>
<L>Since Thou mu&s;t Bleed; &s;o Bleed! Nor is it more,</L>
<L>Than Thy Great <HI>Predece&s;&s;or</HI> did Before:</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Martyrdom</HI> Thy equal <HI>Glory</HI> Sings;</L>
<L>The <HI>GODFREY</HI>'s <HI>Race</HI> ev'n <HI>born</HI> the <HI>Shield</HI> of <HI>Kings!</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>But, at the Shock of this Lamented <HI>Blow,</HI></L>
<L>(So deep the <HI>Channels</HI> from our <HI>Sorrows</HI> flow;)</L>
<L>Yet &s;till, if po&s;&s;ible, ev'n to <HI>Rebate</HI></L>
<L>A little the keen Edge of Thy <HI>Hard Fate;</HI></L>
<L>From <HI>Filial Eyes</HI> no &s;treaming Currents glide,</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Sabled Widow</HI> &s;wells the Briny Tide:</L>
<L>Some <HI>Mercy,</HI> ev'n in <HI>Cruelty,</HI> there &s;hin'd,</L>
<L>And Thy too angry <HI>Stars</HI> were yet &s;o Kind,</L>
<L>At lea&s;t, tho&s;e <HI>Drowning Streams</HI> of <HI>Grief</HI> to &s;ave:</L>
<L>No <HI>Portia,</HI> nor <HI>Cornelia,</HI> waits Thy <HI>Grave.</HI></L>
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<L>What, tho' no <HI>Childrens</HI> Cries! <HI>Beneath</HI> Thee none!</L>
<L>Enough that All, <HI>Around,</HI> Thy Lo&s;s bemoan!</L>
<L>Enough Thy <HI>Country</HI> is a <HI>Mourner</HI> here!</L>
<L>Enough the Pitying <HI>NASSA&V;</HI> drops a <HI>Tear!</HI></L>
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<L>Enough!&mdash;Too much, what thy &s;ad PARENT bears!</L>
<L>The <HI>Fountain</HI> of thy LIFE, the <HI>Fountain</HI> of thy TEARS!</L>
<L>Nay, after all Thy <HI>Her&s;es</HI> Sable <HI>Train,</HI></L>
<L>And our &s;oft trickling <HI>Drops,</HI> th' Effeminate <HI>Rain,</HI></L>
<L>Bedews th' <HI>Inexorable Grave</HI> in vain:</L>
<L>Beyond tho&s;e <HI>Sorrow's</HI> Pompous <HI>Cavalcade,</HI></L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t tho&s;e <HI>Funeral Rites</HI> yet &s;till unpaid,</L>
<L>That deeper <HI>Mourning Dye;</HI> A warm, warm <HI>Flood</HI></L>
<L>Of Nobler <HI>Crim&s;on</HI> Currents, Tears of <HI>Blood:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Streams,</HI> which Great <HI>WILLIAM</HI>'s Conqu'ring <HI>Vengeance</HI> pours,</L>
<L>And Fair <HI>BRITANNIA</HI>'s Glorious <HI>Thunder</HI> &s;how'rs:</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t Trembling <HI>Gallia</HI>'s VVounded Sides, all goar'd</L>
<L>By her Bold <HI>Hunter</HI>'s keen pur&s;uing <HI>Sword;</HI></L>
<L>Her flowing <HI>Gore</HI> a Tribute to Thy <HI>&V;rn,</HI></L>
<L>Thy very <HI>Enemies</HI> Thy <HI>Lo&s;s</HI> &s;hall Mourn.</L>
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<LG>
<L>So <HI>Mourn'd,</HI> and, Oh! &s;o <HI>Lo&s;t!</HI> that <HI>Worth,</HI> where &s;hin'd</L>
<L>The Lovelie&s;t <HI>Graces,</HI> that adorn <HI>Mankind!</HI></L>
<L>For, Oh! How va&s;t a <HI>Ma&s;s</HI> enricht that MIND!</L>
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<L>TRUST, and Fair FAITH were &s;o entirely Thine,</L>
<L>Thy BREAST the <HI>Quarry</HI> to TRUTH's Golden <HI>Mine.</HI></L>
<L>Did'&s;t Thou but PROMISE, 'twas Thy <HI>Stamp</HI> &amp; <HI>Seal;</HI></L>
<L>Like <HI>De&s;tiny,</HI> admitted no <HI>Repeal:</HI></L>
<L>Thy WORD Thy <HI>Honour, Bond,</HI> and <HI>Oracle.</HI></L>
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<L>Cou'd <HI>Gallick</HI> LEAGUES or OATHS but half &s;o bind;</L>
<L>With half Thy TRUTH the &s;ullied <HI>Lillies</HI> &s;hin'd,</L>
<L>Long, long had <HI>E&V;ROPE</HI>'s <HI>Bloody Flag</HI> been Furl'd,</L>
<L>And <HI>Halcyon Peace</HI> had Brooded o're the WORLD.</L>
<L>No <HI>Foreign Bolts</HI> had all the&s;e <HI>Sorrows</HI> co&s;t:</L>
<L>War's <HI>Thunder</HI> had been Hu&s;ht; Nor <HI>GODFREY</HI> Lo&s;t.</L>
<L>How Rich the <HI>Furniture</HI> t' a <HI>Private Brea&s;t?</HI></L>
<L>What <HI>Wealth</HI> had ev'n One <HI>Little World</HI> Po&s;&s;e&s;t?</L>
<L>Oh! might the <HI>Greater Globe</HI> Thy Pattern'd <HI>Honour</HI> rule;</L>
<L>How <HI>Courts, States, Crowns,</HI> might Learn, ev'n from Thy <HI>City-School.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Faith,</HI> th' <HI>Atlas</HI> of the World, <HI>Society,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Conver&s;e,</HI> and <HI>Commerce;</HI> ev'n <HI>Humanity</HI></L>
<L>It &s;elf, our whole Great ALL's upheld by THEE.</L>
<L>If an <HI>Inviolate</HI> VVORD is that Rich Mine;</L>
<L>Oh, <HI>GODFREY!</HI> were all <HI>Brea&s;ts</HI> but fill'd like <HI>Thine!</HI></L>
<L>Nay, wou'd our <HI>Noble&s;t Lips</HI> but Breathe like <HI>Thee,</HI></L>
<L>Her Face ev'n GREATNESS, in Thy <HI>Mirrour,</HI> &s;ee:</L>
<L>No <HI>&V;npaid Scarlet</HI> then, in <HI>Blu&s;hes</HI> dy'd;</L>
<L>No <HI>City Groans</HI> wou'd &s;hade the Gay <HI>Court Pride:</HI></L>
<L>In what <HI>True State</HI> would <HI>Engli&s;h Grandeur</HI> move?</L>
<L>The <HI>Knees</HI> Below bent to the <HI>Heads</HI> Above!</L>
<L>The <HI>Byr&s;e</HI> the Honour'd <HI>Palace</HI> wou'd Care&s;s;</L>
<L>And the Poor <HI>Plough,</HI> the Gawdy <HI>Chariot</HI> Ble&s;s.</L>
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<L>TRUTH, that Fair <HI>Jem</HI> in <HI>GODFREY</HI>'s Casket &s;et,</L>
<L>That ev'n his <HI>Furrs</HI> might &s;hame the <HI>Coronet.</HI></L>
<L>Did Thy FRANK SOUL in ev'ry Bo&s;ome reign,</L>
<L><HI>Fal&s;ehood</HI> and <HI>Fraud,</HI> with all their <HI>Vizard</HI> Train;</L>
<L>Nay, that Court-Shadow, <HI>Flatt'ry,</HI> vani&s;ht quite;</L>
<L>Heav'ns! What a <HI>Fogg</HI> wou'd Clear before &s;uch <HI>Light?</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Nor did Thy MORAL <HI>Glories</HI> only &s;hine.</L>
<L>An equal <HI>Homager</HI> to <HI>Truth</HI> DIVINE,</L>
<L>More <HI>Faithful Knee</HI> our <HI>Altars</HI> ne're cou'd Grace,</L>
<L>De&s;cended from <HI>Religion</HI>'s<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Sir</HI> Edm. Godfrey.</NOTE> CHAMPION-RACE.</L>
<L>And where that <HI>Glorious</HI> MARTYR's <HI>Image</HI> reigns,</L>
<L>(<HI>Enricht</HI> both by His VIRTUES, and His VEINS)</L>
<L>Well might th' <HI>Hereditary Beams</HI> in&s;pire,</L>
<L><HI>Enlighten'd</HI> by &s;uch <HI>Tran&s;migrated Fire.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Let <HI>Cloy&s;t'rers</HI> vainly boa&s;t, <HI>Religion</HI> dwells</L>
<L>In Solitary <HI>Grotts,</HI> and Lonely <HI>Cells;</HI></L>
<L>Born only for <HI>Them&s;elves,</HI> think HEAV'N to plea&s;e;</L>
<L>The <HI>Drones</HI> of <HI>Life,</HI> in all the <HI>Ru&s;t</HI> of <HI>Ea&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>No &s;uch dull <HI>Wreathes</HI> Thy <HI>Temples</HI> did adorn;</L>
<L><HI>GODFREY</HI> was ne'r to <HI>Lazy Virtues</HI> born.</L>
<L>BUS'INESS, <HI>Sloth</HI>'s Shame, <HI>Life</HI>'s Honourable <HI>Toyl,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Indu&s;try</HI>'s fair Growth, His <HI>Harve&s;t</HI> Pile;</L>
<L>Far as <HI>Seas</HI> rowl, or <HI>Canvas Wings</HI> can fly,</L>
<L>NATURE his <HI>Garden,</HI> EARTH his <HI>Granary;</HI></L>
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<L>Like th' <HI>Hybla</HI> Forager; from each kind <HI>Flow'r</HI></L>
<L>To his <HI>Rich Hive</HI> the laded <HI>Sweets</HI> he bore:</L>
<L>Or like the more fam'd Bird of the Proud <HI>Ea&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>In a <HI>VVarm Sun</HI> Built his own <HI>Spicy Ne&s;t.</HI></L>
<L>Nor did His <HI>Soaring</HI> SOUL le&s;s <HI>Active</HI> move;</L>
<L>Not Clogg'd <HI>Below,</HI> to check her Flight <HI>Above:</HI></L>
<L>No; His <HI>Pois'd</HI> CARE held the great <HI>Ballance</HI> ev'n</L>
<L>Betwixt the <HI>Bu&s;y World,</HI> and <HI>Studied Heav'n.</HI></L>
<L>Nay, the more <HI>Worldly Ble&s;&s;ings</HI> that he reap'd,</L>
<L>But Plum'd and Wing'd his PIETY: As <HI>They</HI> heap'd,</L>
<L>He look'd up to the <HI>Source</HI> from whence <HI>They</HI> flow'd;</L>
<L>And but Paid <HI>Heav'n</HI> the more, the more <HI>He</HI> Ow'd.</L>
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<L>INDUSTRY ev'n came in before the <HI>Plough,</HI></L>
<L>E're Man the <HI>Fig-Leaves</HI> wore, or <HI>Sweating Brow:</HI></L>
<L>And our <HI>Great Sire,</HI> by the CREATOR grac'd,</L>
<L>In His <HI>&V;ntill'd, &V;nforfeit EDEN</HI> plac'd:</L>
<L>In his <HI>Rich Soyl</HI> the <HI>Lord</HI> of <HI>Humane Kind,</HI></L>
<L>Had &s;till &s;ome <HI>Charge,</HI> &s;ome <HI>Tru&s;t,</HI> &s;ome <HI>Task,</HI> a&s;&s;ign'd;</L>
<L>In his High Seat held not that <HI>Sluggi&s;h</HI> Bli&s;s,</L>
<L>Either to <HI>Lull</HI> or <HI>Bask,</HI> tho' ev'n in <HI>Paradice.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>If INDUSTRY did to Thy <HI>Portion</HI> fall,</L>
<L>Whether Thy <HI>Fate,</HI> Thy <HI>Chance,</HI> Thy <HI>Choice,</HI> or All;</L>
<L>That <HI>Penetrating</HI> WIT, DEPTH &s;o <HI>Profound,</HI></L>
<L>JUDGMENT &s;o <HI>Quick,</HI> INTEGRITY &s;o <HI>Sound;</HI></L>
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<L>By <HI>Nature</HI> Form'd and Stampt for <HI>Charge</HI> and <HI>Tru&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>Thy Hand was <HI>Fitted,</HI> and Thy Stars were <HI>Ju&s;t.</HI></L>
<L>Thus all the Active <HI>Po&s;ts</HI> our <HI>GODFREY</HI> held,</L>
<L>No more than His <HI>Creation-Work</HI> fullfill'd.</L>
<L><HI>Fatiegue</HI> was but Thy <HI>Play;</HI> and <HI>Bu&s;ine&s;s</HI> more</L>
<L>The <HI>Plume</HI> Thy <HI>Brow,</HI> than <HI>Load</HI> Thy <HI>Shoulders</HI> wore.</L>
<L>His <HI>Globe</HI> Thy <HI>Atlas</HI> with that Ea&s;e &s;u&s;tain'd,</L>
<L>And &s;o all <HI>Sprightly</HI> Thy <HI>Minerva</HI> reign'd;</L>
<L>That <HI>Genius</HI> and <HI>Di&s;patch,</HI> as cou'd go through</L>
<L>At once the <HI>Martha</HI>'s Task, and <HI>Mary</HI>'s too.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus at Thy<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Royal Bank.</NOTE> <HI>Helm</HI> of GOLD, Thy <HI>Short-liv'd</HI> Pride,</L>
<L>No <HI>Abler, Tru&s;tier</HI> PILOT Hand cou'd Guide:</L>
<L>That fair <HI>Foundation</HI> ROYAL, that (if my</L>
<L>Too poor <HI>Propheticks</HI> may dare Speak &s;o high)</L>
<L>Beyond her yet too <HI>Narrow Lea&s;e,</HI> &s;hall &s;tand,</L>
<L>With its <HI>&V;n&s;haken</HI> Head, till <HI>Time</HI>'s la&s;t Sand.</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Circulating Warmth</HI> &s;hall never cea&s;e,</L>
<L>At once the <HI>Nerves</HI> of WAR, and <HI>Veins</HI> of PEACE;</L>
<L><HI>Commerce, Arts, Arms,</HI> all her own fair <HI>Increa&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>A TREASURY, from who&s;e <HI>Diffu&s;ive Mine</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>Glebe</HI> &s;hall <HI>Fatten,</HI> and our THRONE &s;hall <HI>Shine.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>This Honour'd <HI>Sphere</HI> of <HI>Con&s;tellated</HI> WORTH,</L>
<L>Saw her <HI>Lov'd GODFREY</HI>'s &s;miling <HI>Morn</HI> &s;et forth,</L>
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<L>And thy &s;ad <HI>Setting</HI> too&mdash;And here, in all</L>
<L>The <HI>Pitying Dew</HI> does at that <HI>Setting</HI> fall,</L>
<L>From Thy kind <HI>Pylades,</HI> Thy<NOTE N="&dagger;" PLACE="marg"><HI>Sir</HI> Will. Scowen.</NOTE> FRIEND and MATE,</L>
<L>The Tend re&s;t,<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Being within Two Yards of the Fatal Shot.</NOTE> <HI>Neare&s;t</HI> WITNESS of Thy <HI>Fate,</HI></L>
<L>Is the Fir&s;t <HI>Tribute</HI> paid. And, Oh! a more</L>
<L>Than <HI>Common Pity,</HI> LOVE here &s;wells the <HI>Show'r;</HI></L>
<L>That <HI>Love,</HI> and Faithful <HI>Ami'ty,</HI> that &s;upplies</L>
<L>At once his o're charg'd <HI>Brea&s;t,</HI> and flowing <HI>Eyes.</HI></L>
<L>True <HI>Mourner, Friend;</HI> nay, t' add one <HI>Title</HI> more,</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Tru&s;t, Worth, Virtues,</HI> all, True SUCCESSOR;</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Treble</HI> HEIR.&mdash;So a Fair <HI>Ro&s;e</HI> full grown,</L>
<L>Off from the <HI>Stalk</HI> by &s;ome rude <HI>Tempe&s;t</HI> blown;</L>
<L>The next Twin-<HI>Blo&s;&s;om,</HI> the next <HI>Morning</HI>-Dawn,</L>
<L><HI>Op'd, Spread,</HI> and <HI>Dre&s;t</HI> in the &s;ame <HI>Crim&s;on Lawn;</HI></L>
<L>On the &s;ame <HI>Branch</HI> a New fair <HI>Pendant Jem,</HI></L>
<L>With the &s;ame <HI>Sweets</HI> new decks the <HI>Widow'd Stem.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Well, <HI>Patriot GODFREY,</HI> &s;ince it is Decreed,</L>
<L>Such <HI>Publick</HI> MERIT mu&s;t <HI>&V;ntimely</HI> Bleed;</L>
<L>The <HI>Great</HI> DISPENSER for Thy <HI>Doom</HI> declares,</L>
<L>And our <HI>Ju&s;t Grief</HI> &s;hall Pay <HI>Thee</HI> all it <HI>Dares:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hard-fetter'd</HI> Sorrow! Our poor <HI>Tongue-ty'd</HI> Woe</L>
<L>May <HI>Wayl,</HI> but mu&s;t not <HI>Murmur</HI> at the <HI>Blow.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>How <HI>War,</HI> more <HI>Blind</HI> than <HI>Love,</HI> his Wounds do's give!</L>
<L>So Call'd to <HI>Dye,</HI> what mo&s;t De&s;erv'd to <HI>Live!</HI></L>
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<L>VVhat's <HI>Battle,</HI> but the <HI>Lottery</HI> of <HI>Fame?</HI></L>
<L>The Pu&s;hing <HI>VVarriour</HI> plays that <HI>De&s;p'rate Game,</HI></L>
<L>And only Sets a <HI>Life,</HI> to Win a <HI>Name.</HI></L>
<L><HI>War</HI> is the <HI>Mart</HI> of <HI>Honour,</HI> to &s;upply</L>
<L>Th' <HI>&V;nfurni&s;ht Brow;</HI> whil'&s;t at a <HI>Price</HI> &s;o <HI>High,</HI></L>
<L>'Tis they that <HI>Want</HI> it, thither come to <HI>Buy.</HI></L>
<L>Let Meaner <HI>VVorth,</HI> then, &s;eek out <HI>Martial Fields,</HI></L>
<L>To Rai&s;e that GLORY <HI>Blood</HI> and <HI>Danger</HI> builds.</L>
<L>HONOUR, Alas! was all Thy <HI>Own</HI> before;</L>
<L>Ev'n <HI>Lawrels</HI> to Thy <HI>Brow</HI> cou'd &s;carce add more.</L>
<L>Thy Brighter <HI>Olave Chaplet</HI> &s;hin'd &s;o Fair,</L>
<L><HI>Renown</HI> Thou thither <HI>Brought&s;t,</HI> not <HI>Sought&s;t</HI> it there.</L>
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<L>And now, for the <HI>La&s;t Sweets</HI> to &s;trew Thy <HI>Tomb;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sweets,</HI> that in th' <HI>Herauld's</HI> Garden ne'r could Bloom:</L>
<L>A <HI>Garland</HI> of tho&s;e <HI>Flow'rs,</HI> which all his <HI>Field</HI></L>
<L>Of poorer <HI>Or,</HI> nor <HI>Argent,</HI> ne'r cou'd yeild.</L>
<L>Let Prouder GREATNESS be with <HI>Scutcheons</HI> ble&s;t;</L>
<L>And glory in a <HI>Title,</HI> and a <HI>Cre&s;t:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Honours, VVealth, Dignities,</HI> their narrower Pride</L>
<L>A &s;mall <HI>Succe&s;&s;ion,</HI> and few <HI>Heirs,</HI> divide.</L>
<L>They who that <HI>Ampler Patrimony</HI> claim,</L>
<L>A <HI>Virtuous Memory,</HI> and a <HI>Good Name;</HI></L>
<L>'Tis They dye truly <HI>Rich:</HI> They leave behind</L>
<L>A <HI>Leg'acy</HI> to no le&s;s than all <HI>Mankind.</HI></L>
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