In every state thou merit'dst praise,
And thou hast never wanted it within.
All after fourscore years is grief and pain;
Those honourably pass'd, thou didst resign
Thy empire over every heart;
90From thine this sceptre never shall depart,)
But the succession evermore remain:
'Twas time for thee to die, and let a second Ormond reign.
V.
How shall I mention thy lamented death,