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 For the Lord Jesus Christ's sake,
 Do all the good you can,
  To all the people you read more 
 For the Lord Jesus Christ's sake,
 Do all the good you can,
  To all the people you can,
   In all the ways you can,
    As long as ever you can. 
 Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
 That this is all remains of thee?  
 Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
 That this is all remains of thee? 
 Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
 And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
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 Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
 And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
  Thy Smiles I count not, nor thy frowns I fear,
   My days are past, my head lies quiet here.
    What faults you saw in me take Care to shun,
     Look but at home, enough is to be done. 
 Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
 The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
  The time read more 
 Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
 The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
  The time shall come when these green trees shall fall,
   And Isaac Greentree rise above them all. 
 Loe here the precious dust is layd;
 Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
  So fine that it the read more 
 Loe here the precious dust is layd;
 Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
  So fine that it the guest betray'd.
   Else the soule grew so fast within,
    It broke the outward shall of sinne
     And so was hatch'd a cherubin. 
Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.
Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.
 Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
 Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
  If such read more 
 Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
 Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
  If such you seek, try Westminister, and view
   Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you. 
 For though his body's under hatches,
 His soul has gone aloft.  
 For though his body's under hatches,
 His soul has gone aloft. 
 His form was of the manliest beauty,
 His heart was kind and soft,
  Faithful, below, he did read more 
 His form was of the manliest beauty,
 His heart was kind and soft,
  Faithful, below, he did his duty;
   But now he's gone aloft.