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The Courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd
An humble Servant to all Human kind,
Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue cou'd stir,
"If—where I'm going—I could serve you, Sir?"
"I give and I devise (old Euclio said,
And sigh'd) "my Lands and Tenements to Ned."
Your Money Sir? "My Money Sir! what all?
"Why—if I must—(then wept) I give it Paul."
The Mannor, Sir?—"The Mannor! hold, he cry'd,
"Not that—I cannot part with that"—and dy'd.
And You! brave Cobham, to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling Passion strong in Death:
Such in those moments, as in All the past,
"Oh save my Country, Heav'n!" shall be your last.
An humble Servant to all Human kind,
Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue cou'd stir,
"If—where I'm going—I could serve you, Sir?"
"I give and I devise (old Euclio said,
And sigh'd) "my Lands and Tenements to Ned."
Your Money Sir? "My Money Sir! what all?
"Why—if I must—(then wept) I give it Paul."
The Mannor, Sir?—"The Mannor! hold, he cry'd,
"Not that—I cannot part with that"—and dy'd.
And You! brave Cobham, to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling Passion strong in Death:
Such in those moments, as in All the past,
"Oh save my Country, Heav'n!" shall be your last.
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