THou pleasing Muse, who late didst gay appear
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Gaudy as Spring, and with thy Songs didst chear
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My well pleasd thoughts, now like to Sable night
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Aray thy self, disrobd of all thy light;
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With Cyprus bind thy Brows; this mournful Theam
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Admits no Day, Grief here is too extream
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To be observd by vulgar prying Eyes,
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Who know not in true Greif to Sympathize.
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This noble Sorrow is unfeignd. True Love
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In Mercinary numbers scorns to move,
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But still keeps Harmony with that above.
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Hes gone. The Brave amongst the Great lies low;
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True Tyrant Death, who will no pity show,
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Snatchd him from hence: at least his better part
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Which shines above, bright as his great desert.
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In Heaven he Triumphs, whilst on Earth his Name
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Is Breathd aloud by the strong blast of fame;
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The Man who truly Loyal durst to be,
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When Torrent Faction ragd to that degree,
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That once again it pushd at Monarchy:
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Who Atlas like, did help sustain the weight
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Of Leaning Empire, when the wheel of fate
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Almost flew from its Axle, and a fear
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Possessd some Men, Heavn did neglect its care;
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Even then his great unbiasd Soul stood firm,
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No fear of Danger, nor no threats could charm
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His moving Orb ere to run Retrogade,
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His Princes Intrest, his cheif care was made;
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He feard no frowns, in vain Temptations were,
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Uprightness still did all his Actions square;
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In publick and in private, Justice shind
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In more uprightness ner before inshrind:
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In vain aspersions were, like Christal He
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Cast of the stains of unjust obliquy.
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The banded party, which in Treason set,
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Was by his Prudence countermind; the fret
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Of Monarchy, the rude Anarchial rout,
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Who sought to bring their black designs about,
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