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Thou man of peace! born in our publick rage,

Designed to correct ye giddy age:

Thy solid judgment did resist ye flame,

In midst of civil fury still ye same.

When the grave world run madly uniform,

Serene within thou weather’d out ye storm.

The miter thou refused with a brow

Wch calmness shew’d, and resolution too.

Esteemed by ye good, by ill men fear’d,

By ye wise admired, and followed by ye herd.

Ev’n Satan did trembling on thy lectures wait,

When thou display’d his mysteries of state.

Begg’d leave to plague thee, but he begg’d in vain,

Vowing revenge upon ye list’ning train.

Great prophet! who could’st prudently dispense,

With a becoming warmth, substantial sense;

In such a manner thou thy God addrest

As both thy rev’rence and thy wants exprest.

Thy zeal was not confined to th’ sacred chair,

But bright through all thy actions did appear.

Thy spotless life thy doctrine best apply’d,

Truth recommending wch thou first had try’d.

Our honour and defence69 with thee depart,

The gift of preaching and ye healing art.