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Was Pard'ner furnish'd with such precious Geere;
Howe'er, to tell the Truth just as it tood; He seem'd in Church, Ecclefiaftick good.
A Lesson he could read, or tell a Story,
EPITAPH on the Monument of the
Marquis of Winchester.
• By Mr. DRIDE N.
E who in impious Times undaunted stood,
[good; And midst Rebellion durst be just and Whose Arms asserted, and whose Sufferings more Confirm'd the Cause for which he fought before, Rests here, rewarded by an Heavenly Prince, For what his Earthly could not recompence. Pray (Reader) that such Times no more appear, Or, if they happen, learn true Honour here.
Ark of thy Age's Faith and Loyalty, Which (to preserve them) Heav'n confind in thee, Few Subjects could a King like thine deserve, And fewer such a King so well cou'd serve. Blest King, blef Subje&, whose exalted State By Sufferings rose, and gave the Law to Fate.
Such Souls are rare; but mighty Patterns given To Earth, were meant for Ornaments to Heaven.
Epitaph on Mrs. Margaret Pafton
of Barningham in Norfolk.
By the same, Hand.
O fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet;
So ripe a Judgment, and fo rare a Wit, Require at least an Age, in One to meet. In her they met ; but long they cou'd not stay, 'Twas Gold too fine to fix without Allay: Heav'ns Image was in her so well exprest, Her very Sight upbraided all the rest. Too justly ravish'd from an Age like this ; Now she is gone, the World is of a Pięce.
Paying a Visit to a Mistress on
URE, when I rob my Maker of his Due,
And with Devotion pay the rest to you ;
Up straight I rose, I'll come, said I, and bow To Thee, O Goddess, eafię to my Vow,