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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGIE
UPON
The much lamented Death of the Right Honourable,
THE
LORD BROOKE.</HEAD>
<L>WEep not unthri&s;ty Mourners: Why &s;o fa&s;t</L>
<L>The&s;e weak devotions due unto his la&s;t?</L>
<L>Hoard up &s;uch poor expre&s;sions of the eye,</L>
<L>Till either Wife, or Child do chance to die,</L>
<L>Or till thy aged Mothers knell thee call,</L>
<L>To &s;olemnize her petty Funerall.</L>
<L>Tears are wrongs here, for where &s;uch &s;orrows come,</L>
<L>The Land it &s;elf &s;hould groan, the men be dumb:</L>
<L>The heart &s;hould &s;ummon down the &s;pirits all,</L>
<L>Till &s;ence benum'd, and apprehen&s;ion fall,</L>
<L>Congeal'd into a Trance, and each man be</L>
<L>A mournfull Statue unto Memorie:</L>
<L>Or if you needs will weep, as fits the lo&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Of &s;uch a Friend, &s;o &s;erious a Cro&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Breathe all the ayre to &s;ighs, the drops o'th year,</L>
<L>At once be all contracted to a Tear.</L>
<L>Then let each Mourner, that hath a de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Weep out a part, and weeping &s;o expire.</L>
<L>Pardon's great Lord, and thy diviner Gho&s;t,</L>
<L>If by remembring what in thee we lo&s;t,</L>
<L>Out of that honour and love we owe to thee,</L>
<L>We lo&s;e our &s;elves in an Hyperbole.</L>
<L>Thus much is ju&s;t and fit, that all may know</L>
<L>What they unto the name of BROOKE doe owe:</L>
<L>The Commonwealth's a debter to thy fate,</L>
<L>Which de&s;tin'd thee a &s;acrifice to th' State:</L>
<L>But this is the lea&s;t part, that thou did&s;t die</L>
<L>For us; we wrong thy &s;acred Memorie</L>
<L>If we confe&s;&s;e no more; thy high-born Soul</L>
<L>Sought by death deaths Cov'nanters to controul,</L>
<L>And to di&s;arm tho&s;e Engineers of hell,</L>
<L>Who&s;e villanies mu&s;t write their Chronicle.</L>
<L>It was the Go&s;pels late eclip&s;ed light</L>
<L>For which thou li'&s;t thus low in death and night,</L>
<L>And &s;trov'&s;t to &s;hame and quell each hinderer</L>
<L>In peace by example, by thy &s;word in war:</L>
<L>For this thy re&s;olution &s;tirr'd thee up</L>
<L>To give truths enemies and thine the cup</L>
<L>Of GODS great wrath, and with th'avenging &s;word</L>
<L>To fright all &s;uper&s;tition from the Word.</L>
<L>This made Romes ba&s;e abettors toile and quake</L>
<L>When ere they heard what thou did&s;t undertake;</L>
<L>This fil'd their mouths with &s;landers, and their hearts</L>
<L>Sworn to revenge with poy&s;on'd envious darts</L>
<L>To wound thy pure Profe&s;sion with the name</L>
<L>Of &s;chi&s;me, and a new-found Browni&s;tick frame:</L>
<L>This made that ba&s;e inhumane particide</L>
<L>With unexampled treacherie divide</L>
<L>Thy &s;oule from body (and them both from us)</L>
<L>To heav'n with a &s;trange de&s;p'rate <HI>Mittimus.</HI></L>
<L>Thus thou did&s;t fall, thus died&s;t thou, but to live</L>
<L>In heav'n, and here with us, whil&s;t we can give</L>
<L>Or teares, or marble; the portraiture of fame</L>
<L>Upon two pillars reared to thy Name</L>
<L>Shall &s;tand, where &s;hall be read and under&s;tood</L>
<L>Thy deaths cau&s;e, Gods glory, &amp; the Kingdoms good.</L>
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<P>Printed by <HI>Robert Au&s;tin,</HI> and <HI>Andrew Coe.</HI> 1643.</P>
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