〈…〉 ●…ily in Tears: ● LEGY, 〈…〉 ●…ed Death of his Grace 〈…〉 Duke of Gloucester, ●●llace at Windsor, on Tuesday the 30th. 〈…〉 ●…ar of his Age.  

But 'tis our Sins, makes Fatal Stars Combine,  
To snap in sunder England's Royal Line;  
Our mighty Monarch, when this News he hea●●  
He will Lament, in sad and Brinish Tears;  
Such dis●●l News ne'er Touch●… 〈…〉   

Here needs no Daubing, Flattery to Paint,  
A Vicious Mortal for a very Saint;  
No Poet's Art to praise him now he's gone,  
Who had so many Virtues of his own;  
His Youthful Heart rejoiced in England's good,  
And though a Child, for our Just Rights he stood.  
Yet while we Sigh, what Fate will have, must be,  
No Power on Earth can alter Heaven's Decree;  
The Great, the Good, both Old and Young must Die,  
A Debt to Nature due, none can deny;  
No Heirs to Crowns, can be Exempt from Death,  
The Greatest Monarch, must resign his Breath.   

Here lies a Princely Body in the Dust,  
A Child in Years, yet Pious, Wise and Just;  
The hopes of England's Glory and Renown,  
Tho not on Earth in Heaven he wears a Crown.