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<HEAD><FIGURE>
<P>In Trepidus mea Fata sequor</P>
<BYLINE>Plouell fecit</BYLINE>
<FIGDESC>depiction of execution by beheading, on scaffold surrounded by soldiers</FIGDESC>
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AN ELEGIE
UPON
The mo&s;t PIOUS and EMINENT,
Doctor <HI>JOHN HEWITT.</HI></HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>NAture and Rea&s;on both do plainly &s;how,</L>
<L>After an Ebb we mu&s;t expect a Flow:</L>
<L>Our late Experience makes this Maxime good,</L>
<L>A Flood of Tears &s;ucceeds an Ebb of Blood.</L>
<L><HI>HEWITT</HI>'s departure makes a Tempe&s;t ri&s;e,</L>
<L>His ebbing Body left us flowing Eyes.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Come then, my Mu&s;e, let's labour to di&s;till</L>
<L>Thorough the Limbeck of my mourning Quill</L>
<L>Such hearty Tears, that truly may invite</L>
<L>A Zealot to a perfect appetite</L>
<L>Of Love and Pity; and let tho&s;e that never</L>
<L>Knew how to weep, now learn to weep for ever.</L>
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<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>But &s;tay, my Genius, will the&s;e captious Times</L>
<L>Indure the touch of our Elegious Rimes</L>
<L>Without a prejudice? Be therefore wi&s;e;</L>
<L>This Age has reaching Ears, and &s;earching Eyes:</L>
<L>If thou offend'&s;t, my Mu&s;e, be &s;ure to borrow</L>
<L>The priviledge to charge it on thy &s;orrow.</L>
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<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Since he is dead, report it thou, my Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>Unto the World as Grief, and not as News.</L>
<L>Hark how Religion &s;ighs, the Pulpit grones,</L>
<L>And Tears run trickling down the &s;en&s;le&s;s &s;tones!</L>
<L>That Church which was all Ears, is now turn'd Eyes,</L>
<L>The Mother weeps, and all her Children cries.</L>
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<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Does <HI>Rachel</HI> mourn? Oh blame her not, for &s;he</L>
<L>Has lo&s;t her Darling in his Infancy!</L>
<L>She looks upon it as a &s;ignal Cro&s;s,</L>
<L>But knows that he has gained by her lo&s;s.</L>
<L>She grieves, and hopes her griefs are under&s;tood,</L>
<L>Her Children that &s;uck'd Milk, may now &s;uck Blood.</L>
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<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>But hark! there's &s;omething whi&s;pers in my ear,</L>
<L>A Famine in Religion now grows near,</L>
<L>Her Zeal-parch'd Corn hangs down it's drooping head,</L>
<L>And turns to dirt, which might have prov'd good Bread.</L>
<L>How &s;ad it is, that Children mu&s;t not eat:</L>
<L>Religion will finde Mouthes, but where's the Meat?</L>
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<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>Ah &s;anguine dayes! When &s;uch tall Cedars fall,</L>
<L>Danger draws near, and threatens Shrubs and all.</L>
<L>The &s;en&s;le&s;s Ax, that nothing under&s;tood,</L>
<L>Cut off his Life, and dy'd it &s;elf in Blood.</L>
<L>When <HI>Troy</HI> was burnt, the neighb'ring Towns did &s;tand</L>
<L>Expecting then their doom was near at hand.</L>
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<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>'Twas He, who&s;e careful Zeal, and zealous Care</L>
<L>Was alwayes lab'ring duly to prepare</L>
<L>Religious Viands, that his Flock might be</L>
<L>Not pamper'd, but well fed with Charity:</L>
<L>But now, Ah now, he's willingly retir'd</L>
<L>Where he'll be ble&s;t, as he was here admir'd!</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>Ble&s;t Soul! Since thy unhappy-happy Fate</L>
<L>Hath &s;o &s;oon made thee more than fortunate,</L>
<L>I will &s;urcea&s;e my grief, and onely &s;hed</L>
<L>Some reall drops, onely becau&s;e th'art dead.</L>
<L>'Tis Nature, not Religion, makes us weep:</L>
<L>Manners forbids a noi&s;e whil&s;t friends do &s;leep.</L>
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<LG N="10">
<HEAD>X.</HEAD>
<L>No more, my Mu&s;e, it is enough we know</L>
<L>He is tran&s;planted from this World below</L>
<L>Unto a glorious Man&s;ion, in who&s;e Quire</L>
<L>There is no fear of Plots, nor thoughts of Fire.</L>
<L>That <HI>Court of Ju&s;tice</HI> periods all his &s;trife,</L>
<L>And gives what here he lo&s;t; I mean, New Life.</L>
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