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Poem	Renowned Champion full of wrestling Art, And made for victory in every part, Whose active Limbes, oyl'd Tongue, and vertuous Mind, Subdu'd both Foe and Friend, the Rough and Kind, Yea, ev'n Thy-selfe, and thy Diseases too, And all but Death (which won with much adoe And shall at last be vanquish'd,) where are now Those brawny Armes that crush'd the Dane? and how Doe all thy Languages to Silence turne? Babel's undifferenc'd by the speechlesse Urne. What use of Wisedome now to mold the state Where All are Equall? to appease debate Where All doe sleepe? sowre dangers to fore-fend When Spite hath done her worst and dangers end? Had Death a Body, like the Dane's or thine, Th' adst beene Her death; if humane Eares like mine, Thy tongues had charm'd them; if a heart to love, Each quality of thine a dart might prove. One Beame thou living hadst of Eminence, And still in Use, left heere and carried hence, Immortall Love; as busie now as then; There fixt on God yet heere intwin'd with Men; That makes Thee pray for Us, Us write for Thee, Joynes Heaven and Earth in one Fraternity. Love sayes thy Fall's not desparate: a Fall? That hopes for Rising. Waite but for a Call, And thou shalt rise, summon'd with Champion sound, Ant?us-like, more strong from under Ground.
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