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Such now are all that shone on Earth before,
Cæsar and mighty Marlbro' are no more!
Unhallow'd Feet o'er awful Tully tread,
And Hyde and Plato join the vulgar Dead;
And all the glorious Aims that can employ
The Soul of Mortals, must with [1]Hanmer die:
O [2]Compton, when this Breath we once resign,
My Dust shall be as Eloquent as Thine.
Cæsar and mighty Marlbro' are no more!
Unhallow'd Feet o'er awful Tully tread,
And Hyde and Plato join the vulgar Dead;
And all the glorious Aims that can employ
The Soul of Mortals, must with [1]Hanmer die:
O [2]Compton, when this Breath we once resign,
My Dust shall be as Eloquent as Thine.
Till that last Hour which calls me hence away
To pay that great Arrear which all must pay;
O! may I tread the Paths which Saints have trod,
Who knew they walk'd before th' all-seeing God!
Studious from Ways of wicked Men to keep,
Who mock at Vice, while grieving Angels weep.
To pay that great Arrear which all must pay;
O! may I tread the Paths which Saints have trod,
Who knew they walk'd before th' all-seeing God!
Studious from Ways of wicked Men to keep,
Who mock at Vice, while grieving Angels weep.
Come,
