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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530160" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Sr Charles Porter The Chancellours Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">& tis too true alass! we find, he's gonn,<br>Virtue from earth a second time is flown,<br>She onely then with her two sisters flew, <br>But now since he, what ere were good withdrew;<br>Uncertain where to fix, in him they lost their seat,<br>& had But Heaven as a sure retreat.<br>He Held ye scales when Justice Hand did shake:<br>When He, youd think that wisdomes self did speak.<br>He was with Honour blest, with Honesty, & praise,<br>ev'n Blest with all we could desire but dayes:<br>& those were much too few, for he is gon<br>(Not for himself but for ye world) too soon.<br>In him we found, & with him buried lies<br>What ever poets gave their deity's,<br>Joves Brow, Minervas learning, Hermes tongue<br>Apollo's wisdom, yeares, & his still seeming young;<br>The same sweet temper he to all did shew,<br>& as his face his mind no wrinkle knew.<br>He when with foes opprest was still ye same,<br>Pittying forgave, & smiling overcame.<br>this glorious sunn, like Heavens, was o're cast<br>By enymies, as that By clouds opprest,<br>That keepes his lookes compos'd, & this his breast.<br>Both do in glory sett, as both in glory reign,<br>But this for ever, that to rise again.<br>Perfections here as to their centre flowd,<br>He was tho great, yet farr from being proud.<br>Was gentle, liberall, & tho modest free,<br>Gold has allay, nay ev'ry thing but he.<br>yet is he tak'n away snatcht hence by heaven<br>as if it seemd to envy what 't had given.<br>But when we've such a loss—<br>How can ye planetts shine ye cloudes not melt to rain<br>But ev'ry thing their wonted course retain.<br>Heav'n in our sorrow cannot have a share<br>We've lost a god on earth 't has got a saint a starr</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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Virtue from earth a second time is flown,
She onely then with her two sisters flew, 
But now since he, what ere were good withdrew;
Uncertain where to fix, in him they lost their seat,
& had But Heaven as ..."></div>
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