IT is Decreed by Fates unchanging Doom,
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(For Fate will to no Composition come)
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That evry Head must visit the Cold Tomb.
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Tis Natures Universal Law, that all
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To their first Principles at length must fall;
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But yet we are allowd to vent our Grief
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For the Deserving Dead, and seek Relief
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In flowing Tears, and, as we can, Repair
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The Breach that Death hath made upon us here,
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When Saunders dyd. But oh! a loss so vastly great,
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That it seemd wanting only to compleat
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The Measure of our Sorrows, which of late
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Have had so many Subjects, from sad Fate.
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Brave Men apace forsake th Unworthy Earth,
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Which seems now teeming with some monstrous Birth.
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Sedition sings now this Great Man is gone,
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But thy vain Mirth will not continue long:
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For other Saunderss will the Dead succeed.
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And then, most curst Sedition, thou must bleed.
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His great Example should be set to show
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And teach succeeding Ages what to do.
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Loyal and bold throughout his Active Life,
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His Duty and his Interest nere at strife;
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But What the one did seriously advise
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With that the other heartily complies;
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And, mark the end, see how he glorious dyes!
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His Honours fresh and green upon his Head,
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Still Live, and ever shall, though he is Dead:
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Death may the Body into Ashes turn,
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But his high Virtue shall out-live his Urn.
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His Merit Raisd him to this high Degree;
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For Prince and People none more fit than He.
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That understood the Kings most rightful Power,
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And therefore thought all Subjects justly lower.
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Nor threats nor Flatteries on him prevail,
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To set his Conscience wickedly to sale.
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