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His Eyes (not us'd to tears) bathe ev'ry wound;
Which he salutes as things he chiefly lov'd;
And when expence of spirits he had found,
To gain him air, his Mourners he remov'd.

12.
Make way, said he, and give Experience room,
The Confident of age, though Youth's scorn'd guide,
My wounds, though past, out number yours to come,
You can but hope the knowledge I have try'd.

13.
His Hilts round Pommel he did then unskrew,
And thence (which he from ancient Precept wore)
In a small Chrystal he a Cordial drew,
That weary life could to her walks restore.

14.
This care (amazing all it does delight)
His ruins, which so reverend appear,
With wonder not so much surprise their sight,
As a strange object now his Troops draw near.

15.
In whom such death and want of limbs they find,
As each were lately call'd out of his Tomb,
And left some members hastily behind,
Or came, when born, abortive from the Womb.

16.
Yet this defect of Legs, or Arms, or Hands,
Did wondring valour not disturb, but please;
To see what divers weapons each commands
With arts hard shifts, till custom gave them ease.

17.
But the uncomely absence of an Eye,
And larger wants, which ev'ry visage mourn'd,
(Where black did over-vail, or ill supply)
Was that which wonder into horrid turn'd.

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