Pietas in patriam the life of His Excellency Sir William Phips, Knt. late Captain…

To England often blown, and by his Prince Often sent laden with Preferments thence. Preferred each Time He went, when all was done That Earth could do, Heaven fetched Him to a Crown.

To England often blown, and by his Prince Often sent laden with Preferments thence. Preferr'd each Time He went, when all was done That Earth could do, Heaven fetch'd Him to a Crown.

'Tis He: with Him Interred how great designs! Stand Fearless now, ye Eastern Firs and Pines. With Naval Stores not to enrich the Nation, Stand, for the Universal Conflagration. Mines, opening unto none but Him, now stay Close under Lock and Key, till the Last Day: In this, like to the Grand Aurifick Stone, By any but Great Souls not to be known. And Thou Rich Table, with Bodilla lost, In the Fair Galleon, on our Spanish Coast. In weight Three Thousand, and Three Hundred Pound, But of Pure Massy Gold, lie Thou, not found. Safe, since He's laid under the Earth asleep, Who learnt where Thou dost under Water keep.

'Tis He: with Him Interr'd how great designs! Stand Fearless now, ye Eastern Firrs and Pines. With Naval Stores not to enrich the Nation, Stand, for the Ʋniversal Conflagration. Mines, opening unto none but Him, now stay Close under Lock and Key, till the Last Day: In this, like to the Grand Aurifick Stone, By any but Great Souls not to be known. And Thou Rich Table, with Bodilla lost, In the Fair Galeon, on our Spanish Coast. In weight Three Thousand, and Three Hundred Pound, But of Pure Massy Gold, ly Thou, not found. Safe, since He's laid under the Earth asleep, Who learnt where Thou dost under Water keep.

But Thou Chief loser, Poor NEW-ENGLAND speak Thy Dues to such as did thy welfare seek, The Governor that vowed to Rise and Fall With Thee, Thy Fate shows in His Funeral.