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S[?] [A Loss so very great who can repeat:] He trod the Roman [Yoke beneath his Feet.] Justice was still his Glory, End, and Aim; His Justice gain'd him Honour and great Fame; Justice and Judgment did his Worth proclaim. He held Astreas Scale in his Right Hand, Nor Friend nor Mony could a Cause command: Just as the Gods he was, he favour'd none That cou'd not call a Righteous Cause his own. Knavish Attorneys he wou'd never spare, But valued all Proceedings that were fair. None was more zealous for Our Church and Cause; Like Atlas, he upheld the Protestant Laws. Papists abhorr'd him, and the cause was plain, No Popish Tincture ever touch'd his Vein; No Popish Doctrin lodg'd within his Brain. Death made great haste to prune his nimble Wings, That he might fly unto the King of kings. But whilst he's now the Subject of my Story, Methinks I see him shine with Rays of Glory: Yes, and I see th' Archbishop, his dear Brother, With their Celestial Arms hugging each other; Transported with their Endless Joys above, They rest secur'd of their Redeemers Love. In their Employments none could find a Flaw, One for Divinity, the other for Law; Both Learned, Sober, Wife, Rich, and Renown'd; Here priz'd and prais'd, Above with Glory crown'd. Like two great Lights they shined here below: Like Cedars in God's Lebanon they grow: Above the reach of Envious Tongues they stand, Held up by Power of an Almighty Hand.
[And like bright stars][?] [Which still about their Foreheads shall entwine.] Whilst their two Bodies in their Tombs shall lye, We leave their Souls to GOD to glorifie. May their Blest Heir be Rich in all that's good, Have all the Excellence of Coif and Hood, Uncle and Fathers Treasures are his own; So may their Goodness in his Life be shown. The EPITAPH. WHat though the Temple holds his sacred Dust? The brightness of his Fame shall nevor rust. The Memory of the Just shall ever live; What's due to Caesar we'll to Caesar give. Admit he humbly lyes in dismal Grave, The Virtues of his Life, so just and brave, Exalt his Name above the spangl'd Skies, Where his Immortal Soul forever lies.
Printed for Randal Taylor near Stationers-Hall.