"Loos'd from ye chains of flesh his freer mind / Rose up to sacred love, / To perfect saint or seraphim refin'd, / Quitting his lump of clay, / As subtle spirits fume away / Loos'd from their earth they upward mount, they flye, / They light, they shine, & blaze along the skye."
On Dr. Brown's death. [from the "Satires" Notebook]
Thomas Parnell,  "On Dr. Brown's Death," from <u>Collected Poems of Thomas Parnell</u>. Eds. Claude Julien Rawson and F. P. Lock (Newark: University of Delaware Press, 1989), 346-8.