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By the same clue, after his youthful swing, 

 To serve at his God's altar here you bring, 

 Where once a wanton muse doth anthems sing. 



And though by God's most powerful grace alone 



His heart was settled in religion : 



Yet 'tis by you we know how it was done ; 



And know, that having crucified vanities, 

 And fix'd his hope, he closed up his own eyes, 

 And then your friend a saint and preacher dies. 



The meek and learned Hooker too, almost 

 In the Church's ruins overwhelmed and lost, 

 Is by your pen, recovered from the dust. 



And Herbert; he whose education, 

 Manners, and parts, by high applauses blown, 

 Was deeply tainted by ambition ; 



And fitted for a court, made that his aim; 

 At last, without regard to birth or name, 

 For a poor country cure does all disclaim; 



Where, with a soul composed of harmonies, 

 Like a sweet swan, he warbles as he dies, 

 His Maker's praise, and his own obsequies. 



All this you tell us, with so good success, 



That our obliged posterity shall profess 



To have been your friend, was a great happiness. 



And now, when many worthier would be proud 

 To appear before you, if they were allowed, 

 I take up room enough to serve a crowd: 



Where, to commend what you have choicely writ, 

 Both my poor testimony and my wit 

 Are equally invalid and unfit : 



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