Such Lights as those blaze forth the vertued dead,
And make them live, though they are buried.
Thou’st gone, and to thy memory let be said,
There lies that Oliver which of old betray’d
His King and Master, and after did assume,
With swelling Pride, to govern in his room.
Here I’le rest satisfied, Scriptures expound to me,
Tophet was made for such Supremacy.
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The death of this great Rebel (I hope) will prove an Omen to presage destruction on the rest. The Worlds in a heap of troubles and confusion, and while they are in the midst of their changes and amazes, the best way to give them the bag, is to go out of the World and leave them. I am now bound for Mary-Land, and I am told that’s a New World, but if it prove no better than this, I shall not get much by my change; but before I’le revoke my Resolution, I am resolv’d to put it to adventure, for I think it can hardly be worse then this is: Thus committing you into the hands of that God that made you, I rest