Epitaph on Robert Lord Spencer, An

Here much lamented lies four wonders: One
Old Hospitality, in this Age gone.
A Spencer! Free, lov'd for his bounteous mind, 2.
He spent his means, yet kept it; Left behind
A state increas'd with honour. And the third 3.
Was, in him dy'd a good man and a Lord. 4.
The last, These lost, yet not the world undone;
Since all still hope them living in his Son.
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