Epitaph on Sir R. D.

Here lies the pattern of good men;
Heaven and Earths lov'd Citizen.
The Worlds faint wishes scarse can reach
The good he did by action teach:
So hating semblence, that his mind
Left her deportment still behind,
That he far better was then ere
Unto the worlds eye did appeare,
The poor can witnesse this, who cry
Aloud their losse, his Charity;
The same and feeble now must creep
To shew their crutch is laid asleep.
His Houshold Servants, Tenants, all
Weep here their Fathers Funeral:
The war that gorg'd on his Estate
His Table never could abate;
If ever he unjust was known,
'Twas in receding from his own;
Exchanging what with trouble he
Might save, to keep tranquilitie.
His host of vertues struck such feare
Into his foes, they did not dare
To lay on his, that penalty
They did on others Loyalty;
Which bore with him as high a rate
As those who bought it with their 'state.
Prudence and Innocence had made
A league no harm should him invade,
Peacefull amidst the wars his life,
As in the Elementall strife.
Of bodys that are temperd well
Harmonious Soules at quiet dwell,
When the worst humour had prevaild
Upon the State, his vita•ls faild
To shew, this feeling members health
Was wrapt up in the Common-wealth.