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What are thy gaines O death if one man ly	A
Stretch'd in a bed of clay whose charity	B
Doth hereby get occasion to redeeme	C
Thousands out of the grave though cold hee seeme	C
He keepes those warme that else would sue to thee	B
Even thee to ease them of theyr penury	B
Sorrow I would but cannot thinke him dead	D
Whose parts are rather all distributed	E
To those that live His pitty lendeth eyes	F
Unto the blind and to the cripple thighes	F
Bones to the shatter'd corps his hand doth make	G
Long armes for those that begg and cannot take	G
All are supply'd with limbs and to his freind	H
Hee leaves his heart the selfe same heart behind	H
Scarce man and wife so much one flesh are found	I
As these one soule the mutuall ty that bound	I
The first prefer'd in heav'n to pay on earth	J
Those happy fees which made them strive for death	K
Made them both doners of each others store	L
And each of them his own executor	M
Those hearty summes are twice confer'd by either	M
And yet so given as if confer'd by neither	M
Lest some incroching governour might pare	N
Those almes and damne himselfe with pooremens share	N
Lameing once more the lame and killing quite	O
Those halfe dead carcases by due foresight	O
His partner is become the hand to act	P
Theyr joynt decree who else would fain have lackt	P
This longer date that so hee might avoyd	P
The praise wherewith good eares would not be cloy'd	P
For praises taint our charity and steale	A
From Heav'ns reward this caus'd them to conceale	A
Theyr great intendment till the grave must needs	F
Both hide the Author and reveale the deeds	F
His widdow freind still lives to take the care	N
Of children left behind Why is it rare	N
That they who never tied the marriage knott	P
And but good deeds no issue ever gott	P
Should have a troupe of children All mankind	P
Beget them heyres heyres by theyr freinds resign'd	P
Back into nature's keepeinge Th' aged head	P
Turn'd creeping child of them is borne and bredd	P
The prisons are theyr cradles where they hush	Q
Those piercing cryes When other parents blush	Q
To see a crooked birth by these the maim'd	P
Deform'd weake offcasts are sought out and claim'd	P
To rayse a Progeny before on death	K
Thus they renew mens lives with double breath	K
And whereas others gett but halfe a man	R
Theyr nobler art of generation can	R
Repayr the soule itselfe and see that none	S
Bee cripled more in that then in a bone	T
For which the Cleargy being hartned on	U
Weake soules are cur'd in theyr Physition	U
Whose superannuat hatt or threadbare cloake	G
Now doth not make his words so vainly spoke	G
To people's laughter this munificence	F
At once hath giv'n them ears him eloquence	F
Now Henryes sacriledge is found to bee	B
The ground that sets off Fishborne's charity	B
Who from lay owners rescueing church lands	F
Buys out the injury of wrongfull hands	F
And shewes the blackness of the other's night	P
By lustre of his day that shines so bright	P
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Sweet bee thy rest until in heav'n thou see	B
Those thankefull soules on earth preserv'd by thee	B
Whose russet liv'ryes shall a Robe repay	V
That by reflex makes white the milky way	V
Then shall those feeble limbs which as thine owne	U
Thou here didst cherish then indeed bee known	U
To bee thy fellow limbs all joyn'd in one	U
For temples here renew'd the corner stone	U
Shall yeild thee thanks when thou shall wonder at	P
The churches glory but so poore of late	P
Glad of thy almes Because thy tender eare	N
Was never stop'd at cryes it there shall heare	N
The Angells quire In all things thou shalt see	B
Thy gifts were but religious Usury	B

William Strode

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