He loved to lay his stock above, and now he is beatus.
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Since none can well describe his worth that in this land doth dwell,
He’ll waken at the trumpet’s blow, and answer for himsell.
The street elegists got a capital subject in July 1700, when Lady Elcho died in youth and beauty, in consequence of her clothes catching fire.[[168]] Of her it is said:
Were it the custom now to canonise,
We might her in the Alb of Saints comprise.
She either was as free from faults as they,
Or had she faults, the flame purged these away.
As to her ladyship’s surviving husband: