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Rare and renown'd exalter of our Faith, Of all our hopes, robd, as it were by death, Belov'd, above expressions of my pen, Esteem'd by Angels, as much as by men, Renown'd for ever, for thy feits in warre, The times to come shall us exceed as farre, Day after day, to sing thy praises then, Even as we now, distinguish thee from men: Vnto those Trophees, which we take in hand, Or to those Bayes, which on thy Temples stand, Return we will, and on these princely browes, Even place those Trophies, and those Bayes with vowes, Xceeding joyfull, and surpassing all, to eternize our Noble Generall.W. M.