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STay Passenger, see where enclosed lies,
The Paragon of Princes, fairest Frame,
Time, Nature, Place, could show to mortall Eyes
In Worth, Wit, Vertue, Miracle of Fame:
At least that Part the Earth of him could clame,
This Marble holds (hard like the Destinies)
For as to his brave Spirit, and glorious Name,
The One the World, the other fills the Skies.
Th'immortall Amaranthus, princely Rose,
Sad Violet, and that sweet Flow'r that beares,
In Sanguine Spots the Tenor of our Woes,
Spread on this Stone, and wash it with your Tears
Then go and tell from Gades unto Inde,
You saw where Earths Perfections were confin'd.