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SHAFTSBURYS FAREWELL OR The Association,
GReatest of Men, yet Mans least friend farewell,
VVits mightiest but most useless Miracle.
VVhere Nature all her Richest Treasures stor'd,
To make one vast unprofitable Hoard.
So high as thine no Orb of fire cou'd rowl,
The Brightest, yet the most Excenticle Soul;
VVhom midst wealth, Honour, Fame, yet want of Ease,
No power cou'd e're oblige, no state cou'd please.
Be in thy grave with peaceful slumbers blest,
And find thy whole Life's only stranger, REST.
Oh Sh—ry had thy prodigious Mind
Been to thy self and thy great Master kind.
Glory had wanted Lungs thy Toomb to blow,
And Pyramids had been a Tomb too low.
Oh that the VVorld (Great statesmen) e're shou'd see
Nebucadnezzars Dream fullfill'd in thee!
Whilst such low Paths led thy great Soul away,
Thy Head of Gold mov'd but on Feet of Clay.
Yes, from Rebellions late Inhumane Rage,
The Crimes and Chaos of that Monstrous Age.