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<HEAD>AN ELEGY IN Commemoration of SR Edmund Saunders, Late Lord Chief Ju&s;tice of his Maje&s;ties Court of <HI>Kings-Bench;</HI> vvho departed this Life the <HI>19th</HI> of this In&s;tant <HI>June, Anno Domini,</HI> 1683.</HEAD>
<P><ADD>21. June. 1683</ADD></P>
<LG>
<L>AND art thou gon, thou brave among&s;t the great,</L>
<L>Laws Oracle; a Pillar of the State?</L>
<L>The Fates were cruel thus to &s;natch thee hence,</L>
<L>When <HI>England</HI> with thy lo&s;s could ill di&s;pence.</L>
<L>Wi&s;dom with Mournful <HI>Cyprus</HI> &s;hades her Brows;</L>
<L>Before your Her&s;e Stupendious Learning bows;</L>
<L>The Nations <HI>Genius</HI> trembl'd at your fall</L>
<L>Dreading the Fates de&s;ign'd to ruin all,</L>
<L>That we can Wi&s;dom or true Virtue call.</L>
<L>That Wi&s;dom which to frame each great de&s;ign,</L>
<L>Did often with well Gov<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ern'd rea&s;on joyn,</L>
<L>Dos now in Heaven's tran&s;parent Empyrium &s;hine.</L>
<L>Thy Virtues Noble as thy &s;elf were &s;een,</L>
<L>And thy due Lawrels wear <HI>Eternal Geen;</HI></L>
<L>Which time can never bla&s;t, the Fates can't hide,</L>
<L>Nor yet the power of Deaths Dire force divide.</L>
<L>Fame Ecchoes loud thy prai&s;es and thy worth,</L>
<L>Which beaming brightne&s;s through Death's Vail &s;ends forth.</L>
<L>Thy Name in Fames immortal book is plac'd,</L>
<L>And in the Worlds la&s;t Ages &s;hall be grac'd</L>
<L>Nor &s;hal't by eating Time, be e'r defac'd.</L>
<L>Humble and Courteous was thy mighty mind,</L>
<L>Not to Ambition nor to Pride inclin'd,</L>
<L>But &s;till unto thy Countries u&s;e confin'd.</L>
<L>Charity &s;till waited thy upri&s;e,</L>
<L>And never turn'd from thee with Languid Eyes.</L>
<L>All good men lov'd thee, bad men fear'd thy frown,</L>
<L>Ju&s;tice her &s;elf proclaim'd thy high renown,</L>
<L>In all E&s;tates thy Virtues did thee Crown.</L>
<L>Thy Prince's favour thou did&s;t &s;till po&s;&s;e&s;s,</L>
<L>Beyond what here the Mu&s;es can expre&s;s.</L>
<L>The Nations good in health and &s;ickne&s;s were</L>
<L>Thy daily Study and Supreme&s;t Care;</L>
<L>No Pains to &s;erve the Publique did&s;t thou &s;pare;</L>
<L>Which makes thee live I'th Deathle&s;s book of Fame.</L>
<L>And to all Ages will thy worth proclaim.</L>
<L>Recording thy immortal Matchle&s;s Name.</L>
<L>Yet Mourn true Virtue; Learning &s;head a Tear,</L>
<L>Let <HI>Brittains</HI> Empire all in Grief appear;</L>
<L>Each mournful I&s;le her Robe of &s;orrow wear.</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">an, Fan, with gales of Sighs, the Gentle Air,</L>
<L>That it to di&s;tant Lands the News may bear,</L>
<L>And on its Wings the weeping Clouds convey,</L>
<L>Who&s;e falling drops from Gloomy Curtains may,</L>
<L>In tacite Language plainly Emblemi&s;e,</L>
<L>How all true Loyali&s;ts with flowing Eyes</L>
<L>Pay tribute Tears to the&s;e dear Ob&s;equies.</L>
<L>To him; to learned <HI>Saunders</HI> who&s;e great Soul,</L>
<L>Is mounted now above the Worlds controul;</L>
<L>Whom Fate dur&s;t not attach till her command,</L>
<L>Was &s;ign'd by the Almighty's favouring hand,</L>
<L>To free his darling from Earths &s;lavery.</L>
<L>To man what greater favour cou'd there be,</L>
<L>Than from a &s;uffering World thus Rap'd on high,</L>
<L>In perfect Freedom to tran&s;cend the Skie;</L>
<L>On Earth to leave true virtues wreaths of <HI>Bays.</HI></L>
<L>And Crown'd in Heaven vvith bright incircling Rays.</L>
<L>To leave a Wilderne&s;s for Paradice?</L>
<L>Hovv kind is Death when he does thus intice.</L>
<L>Poor vveary Mortals from a World of vvoe,</L>
<L>To tho&s;e ble&s;s'd Fountains vvhence all joys do flovv?</L>
<L>When ea&s;e is lo&s;t belovv its found above,</L>
<L>Happy thou art in &s;acred choice&s;t love.</L>
<L>Then re&s;t thy <HI>A&s;hes</HI> in their &s;acred Urne,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Heaven and you rejoyce the Earth <HI>does</HI> Mourn.</L>
<L>The former for the Gemm &s;o lately gain'd,</L>
<L>The latter for the lo&s;s &s;he has &s;u&s;tain'd,</L>
<L>And thy free Soul for joys it has obtain'd.</L>
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<L><HI>READER, within this narrow &V;rn's confin'd.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Great</HI> Saunders, <HI>all but his immortal mind.</HI></L>
<L><HI>For willing Earth could that no longer &s;tay,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Heaven call'd it hence; that Call it did obey,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But &s;till he lives, Fame gives him Life in Death,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;ounds his Prai&s;es with her loude&s;t breath.</HI></L>
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<P>LONDON <HI>Printed for</HI> Langly Curtes. <HI>1683</HI></P>
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