Knavish Attorneys he wou'd never spare,
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But valued all Proceedings that were fair.
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None was more zealous for Our Church and Cause;
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Like Atlas, he upheld the Protestant Laws.
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Papists abhorr'd him, and the cause was plain,
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No Popish Tincture ever touch'd his Vein;
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No Popish Doctrin lodg'd within his Brain.
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Death made great haste to prune his nimble Wings,
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That he might fly unto the King of kings.
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But whilst he's now the Subject of my Story,
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Methinks I see him shine with Rays of Glory:
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Yes, and I see th' Archbishop, his dear Brother,
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With their Celestial Arms hugging each other;
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Transported with their Endless Joys above,
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They rest secur'd of their Redeemers Love.
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In their Employments none could find a Flaw,
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One for Divinity, the other for Law;
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Both Learned, Sober, Wife, Rich, and Renown'd;
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Here priz'd and prais'd, Above with Glory crown'd.
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Like two great Lights they shined here below:
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Like Cedars in God's Lebanon they grow:
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Above the reach of Envious Tongues they stand,
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Held up by Power of an Almighty Hand.
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