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UPON THE LATE

STORM,

AND

DEATH

Of the Late

USURPER

Oliver Cromwel

Ensuing the same.

By Mr. Waller.

WE must resign; Heav'n His great Soul do's claim
In storms as loud, as His Immortal Fame:
His dying groans, his last Breath shakes our Isle,
And Trees uncut fall for His Funeral Pile,
About His palace their broad Roots are tost
Into the Air; So Romulus was lost:
New Rome in such a Tempest mis't their King,
And from Obeying fell to Worshipping.