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How happy was my father, then, to see 

 Those men he lov'd, by him he lov'd, to be 

 Rescued from frailties and mortality. 



Wotton and Donne, to whom his soul was knit : 

 Those twins of virtue, eloquence and wit, 

 He saw in fame's eternal annals writ ; 



Where one has fortunately found a place, 

 More faithful to him than his marble was : 

 Which eating age, nor fire, shall e'er deface. 



A monument, that, as it has, shall last, 

 And prove a monument to that defaced ; 

 Itself, but with the world not to be raz'd. 



And even, in their Jlowery characters, 



My father's grave, part of your friendship shares; 



For you have honoured his in strewing theirs. 



Thus, by an office, though particular, 

 Virtue's whole common weal obliged are; 

 For in a virtuous act all good men share. 



And by this act the world is taught to know, 

 That the true friendship we to merit owe 

 Is not discharged by compliment and show. 



But your 1 * is friendship of so pure a kind, 

 For all mean ends and interest so refined, 

 It ought to be a pattern to mankind: 



For whereas most men's friendships here beneath, 

 Do perish with their friends expiring breath, 

 Yours proves a friendship living after death ; 



By which the generous Wotton, reverend Donne ',. 

 Soft Herbert, and the Church" 1 * champion, 

 Hooker, are rescued from oblivion. 



