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For though they each of them his time so spent, 



As raised unto himself a monument, 



With which ambition might rest well content-, 



Tet their great works, though they can never die, 



And are in truth superlatively high, 



Are no just scale to take their virtues by ; 



Because they show not how the Almighty's grace, 

 By various and more admirable ways, 

 Brought them to be the organs of his praise. 



But what their humble modesty would hide, 

 And was by any other means denied, 

 Is by your love and diligence supplied. 



Wotton a nobler soul was never bred I 

 You, by your narrative's most even thread, 

 Through all his labyrinths of life have led; 



Through \ his degrees of honour, and of arts, 

 Brought him secure from envfs venom 'd darts, 

 Which are still leveled at the greatest parts ; 



Through all the employments of his wit and spirit, 

 Whose great effects these kingdoms still inherit-, 

 The trials then, now trophies of his merit. 



Nay, through disgrace, which oft the worthiest have, 

 Through all state tempests, through each wind and wave, 

 And laid him in an honourable grave. 



And yours, and the whole world's beloved Donne, 

 When he a long and wild career had run 

 To the meridian of his glorious sun; 



And being then an object of much ruth, 



Led on by vanities, error and youth, 



Was long ere he did find the way of truth ; 



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