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| A Hymne to the Saynts and |
| To the Marquesse Hamilton |
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| Whether the soule that now comes vp to you [182] |
| ffill any former ranke, or make a new |
| Whether it take a name namd there before |
| Or bee a name it selfe, and Order more |
| Then was in Heauen till now (for may not hee |
| Bee so if every severall Angel bee |
| A kind alone) What ever Order growe |
| Greater by him in Heauen, wee do not so. |
| One of your Orders growes by his Accesse |
| But by his losse growe all our Orders lesse. |
| The name of 2Master 1ffather, frind, the name |
| Of Subiect and of prince in one is lame |
| ffayre Mirth is dampd, and conversation black |
| The Houshold widdowd, and the Garter slack |
| The Chappell wants an Eare, Counsell a tongue |
Story a theame, and Musick wants a song.
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| Blest Order that hath him, the losse of him |
Gangreend all Orders heere, all loose a Lymb.
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| never made Body such hast to confesse |
| What a Soule was. All former comelynesse |
| ffledd in a minute when the Soule was gon |
| And hauing lost that beauty would haue none |
| So fell our monasteryes in an instant growne |
| Not to lesse houses, but to heapes of stone; |
| So sent his body that fayre forme it wore |
| Vnto the Spheare of formes, and doth (before |
| His body fill vp his Sepulchrall stone) |
| Anticipate a Resurrection. |
| ffor as, in his fame, now, his soule is heere |
| So in the forme thereof his bodye's there. |
| And if (fayre Soule) not with first Innocents |
| Thy Station bee, but with the Penitents
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