FAME come and wayte upon the Fu-nerall Herse
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Of Noble worth; and let this wee-ping Verse
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Charme all those Eyes which spent a brinie Teare:
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Let none weepe more; but read what's written here.
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Fame dry their Eyes, and bid them all rejoyce
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For Rich and Poore all with a generall voyce
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Spend their best breath, to tell the World that hee
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(Whose death deserves this sad solemnity)
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Was One, a Tunne of Dyamonds could not buy
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The Jewels which he wore: Humility,
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Religion, Judgement, Wisedome; Poore Mens Prayers
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Which halfe the way to Heaven, made him Stayres
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Should any weepe for such a man that's dead?
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Inter'd with Fame, his Soule to Heaven fled?
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Not a Teare more: But bid the great Ones learne
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To doe like good, that they in BANCKS discerne
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Bid them peruse the Index of his deeds,
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And everyone discreetly as he reeds
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Observe and quote i'th Margent of his hart
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The best of them; that when their soules must part
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From their dead bodies; They may so worke in them
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The World may say; they liv'd and dy'd good Men
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But above all his Merit, My Pen is bound
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To laud his worth (whom Fame hath so renown'd)
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Much more then any: For the Legacies
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Bequeath'd to Rich and Poore at Obsequies
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Of dead Testators, are but customary
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But the bequest I treat, is full of glory.
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As long as Time hath being shall not dye
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This first borne famous Guift and Legacy.
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