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A Funeral Oration of a Poet.
Beloved Brethren,
OUr Brother, whose Body is Dead, and is brought to this place to be Inurned, was the most Fearfull man that ever Nature made, not to Die, but to be Forgotten; also he was the most Ambitious man, not for Wealth, Title, or Power, but for Fame; In truth, he was so Am∣bitious, as his Body and Mind was Restless, in∣deavouring to Live, like as Nature, or the Gods of Nature, which Live, and are partly Known In their VVorks, and By their Works, which are their Creatures, especially the Chief of their Creatures, which are Mankind; for we cannot Perceive, but that the Chief Habitations of the Gods are in the Minds of men, with which Ha∣bitations they are so Pleased and Delighted, as they Punish those men that Neglect or Forget them; nay, the Gods Made Men, or such kind of Creatures, to Remember them, as to Speak of them, Think of them, and to Admire them in their Praises, Contemplations, and Adorations; also to have Visible VVorship to their Invisible Deities, as to have Altars, Priests, and Sacrifices, to Offer Praise, Prayers, and Thanksgiving: So that the Gods are not Satisfied to Live only To or In Themselves, but in their Creatures; VVherefore, those men Resemble the Gods most, that desire Fame, which Fame is to be Re∣membred