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<HEAD>AN ELOGY Upon that never to be forgotten Matron, Old Maddam Gwinn, Who was unfortunately Drown'd in her own Fi&s;hpond, on <DATE>the 29th of <HI>July</HI> 1679.</DATE></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MOurners prepare, let doleful Ecchoes &s;ound;</L>
<L>To rou&s;e the gho&s;t that trace the &s;ilent round</L>
<L>And <HI>Laethe</HI> quaff, in their eternal Boles,</L>
<L>Once more T'incorporate their departed Souls.</L>
<L>Let all Repair, and as Attendants waite;</L>
<L>On this untimely Character of Fate.</L>
<L>Yet let <HI>Elizium</HI> Fields be Guarded, &s;ure</L>
<L>Great <HI>Pluto</HI> there, tho&s;e Fountains mu&s;t &s;ecure.</L>
<L>That &s;end &s;uch Rivers forth, which once being tain,</L>
<L>They yield a pow'r to rea&s;&s;ume again</L>
<L>A mortal Shape, and once more view the Skies,</L>
<L>If Fame be true, at lea&s;t Poettick Lies</L>
<L>Will Pardons meet, whil&s;t <HI>Rome</HI> can Oaths tran&s;late,</L>
<L>We have the power to add, Illu&s;terate.</L>
<L>Or el&s;e dim<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">n<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;h as occa&s;ion's found,</L>
<L>For naked Truth received a papal Wound:</L>
<L>And therefore dares not venture on the Stage,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t &s;he become the Mon&s;ter of the Age.</L>
<L>But yet, &s;uppo&s;e there is &s;uch Streams, then know,</L>
<L>That our Advice will profit much below.</L>
<L>Look too't then <HI>Rodamanthus,</HI> for now &s;he,</L>
<L>Who has Exhau&s;ted <HI>France</HI> and <HI>Normandie;</HI></L>
<L>De&s;cends thy Shades, and like <HI>Bohemoth</HI> will,</L>
<L>At one &s;ound Draught, whole Floods of <HI>Laethe</HI> &s;will.</L>
<L>So that the re&s;t may hope to ta&s;te in vain,</L>
<L>And yet ne'r find a Cordial for their Pain.</L>
<L>But &s;ince &s;he's gone, our Tiplers need not fear;</L>
<L>For whil&s;t &s;he liv'd true <HI>Nants</HI> was mon&s;trous deer.</L>
<L>Yet <HI>Brandy-Merchants,</HI> &s;ure have cau&s;e to grieve;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e her Fate admits of no Reprieve.</L>
<L>Die in their Debts &s;he could not, yet they'l find,</L>
<L>Their Trad's decay'd, for none is left behind;</L>
<L>That in one Day could twenty Quarts con&s;ume,</L>
<L>And bravely vaunt, &s;he dur&s;t it twice pre&s;ume.</L>
<L>Bounteous &s;he was, unto her &s;elf and wou'd;</L>
<L>Be &s;ure to ta&s;te, what e'r &s;he fancied good.</L>
<L>As for the Plot, none e'r could tax her (why?)</L>
<L>Becau&s;e her Soul did Active thoughts defye:</L>
<L>She hated Trea&s;on, and was always bent;</L>
<L>To plea&s;e her &s;elf, with Liquid Element.</L>
<L>Nor could a &s;uper&s;titious Thought prevail,</L>
<L>To make her in Religious Notions fail.</L>
<L>No Tran&s;ub&s;tantiations would &s;he know,</L>
<L>But what de&s;till'd from Pallid Wines did flow.</L>
<L>Nor any Relict wou'd &s;he own but that,</L>
<L>Which good St. <HI>Brandy</HI> did from <HI>France</HI> Tran&s;lat.</L>
<L>Her Care was always to adore the Shrine,</L>
<L>Or Tavern-Bu&s;h, that had the briske&s;t Wine.</L>
<L>One thing of her, I almo&s;t had forgot;</L>
<L>She oft wou'd prai&s;e a &s;ea&s;on'd <HI>Brandy</HI> Pot.</L>
<L>And with &s;uch fervent Ki&s;&s;es grace the Cup,</L>
<L>That it con&s;ented, when &s;he to&s;t it up</L>
<L>The&s;e are not half her vertuous Deeds, for &s;till,</L>
<L>She would a Pipe with Expedition fill.</L>
<L>And then cou'd force the Vapours to abound,</L>
<L>That Clouds of Smoak would oft invade her round</L>
<L>And &s;o like <HI>Juno,</HI> unde&s;cerned &s;it,</L>
<L>By plea&s;ing Arts, not Charms of Magick Wit.</L>
<L>But Fortune to the brave&s;t is a Foe,</L>
<L>When lea&s;t de&s;erv'd, &s;he does mo&s;t envy &s;how.</L>
<L>And often vers, at la&s;t &s;he joyns with Fate,</L>
<L>And per&s;ecutes with unde&s;erved Hate.</L>
<L>For this good Matron, that &s;o well was fed;</L>
<L>By lean-jaw'd Death, was into Bondage led.</L>
<L>I will not &s;ay with <HI>Typhon</HI>'s her wa&s;t Bulk,</L>
<L>O're&s;pread nine Acres, yet her mighty Hulk;</L>
<L>Six Foot in Compa&s;s was &s;uppos'd to be,</L>
<L>Too ponderous for a common De&s;tinie.</L>
<L>No Fate when &s;he was &s;ober dur&s;t a&s;&s;ail,</L>
<L>Her well-built Structure, nor could ought prevail.</L>
<L>Too &s;trong the Ba&s;is were, whereon &s;he &s;tood;</L>
<L>That &s;ollid Ma&s;s, compos'd with Fle&s;h and Blood</L>
<L>Had not perfidious Legs and Feet betray'd;</L>
<L>The Element could not have Conque&s;t made.</L>
<L>But here's the Plot! As Je&s;uits a&s;&s;i&s;t each other,</L>
<L>So pow'rful <HI>Brandy,</HI> help'd its weaker Brother.</L>
<L>And both together did effect, what none</L>
<L>Could have perform'd; had it been left alone.</L>
<L>So Joynt-Con&s;piracies oft ruine States,</L>
<L>Which are too &s;trong, and brave the Vulgar Fates</L>
<L>But &s;ince this good Matrona's gone, lets pay</L>
<L>Her Ob&s;equies, and weep without delay.</L>
<L>Let Briny Tears, from watry Fountains flow,</L>
<L>And all the Paths with mournful <HI>Ciprus</HI> &s;trow.</L>
<L><HI>Red-No&s;es,</HI> you that live by drinking, mu&s;t</L>
<L>Attend the Hear&s;e, your places are the fir&s;t.</L>
<L>Next after you, in Order mu&s;t proceed;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;ocial Topers, that no Quarrels breed.</L>
<L>And next tho&s;e Heroes, who with Smoak and Fire,</L>
<L>Can make the Intrels of a Pipe expire.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Sons of <HI>Vulcan,</HI> that his Forge A&s;&s;ume;</L>
<L>And <HI>Caucus</HI> like, can belch perpetual Fume.</L>
<L>And then tho&s;e Ladies mu&s;t Attendants be,</L>
<L>Who are mo&s;t skill'd in Arts of Gallantrie:</L>
<L>As &s;uch who &s;corn, to turn their Backs on Men,</L>
<L>But if they Clo&s;e, will Clo&s;e with them agen.</L>
<L>The next that grace this mournful Train mu&s;t &s;ing</L>
<L>A Catch, or <HI>Requiem</HI> unto <HI>Brandy,</HI> King</L>
<L>Of all the powerful Liquors, thus we &s;hall</L>
<L>Clo&s;e up this Sceen or Pompous Funeral.</L>
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<LG>
<L>HEre lies intomb'd within this Marble Pile,</L>
<L>The wonder of her Sex, who for a while;</L>
<L>Fate dur&s;t not venture on, but taking Breath,</L>
<L>He has re&s;in'd her to the Arms of Death.</L>
<L>Readers Lament, for &s;eldom &s;hall you find,</L>
<L>The weaker Sex to bear &s;o &s;trong a mind.</L>
<L>Strengthened with all the Virtues <HI>France</HI> or'th <HI>Rhine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>England,</HI> o<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter"> <HI>Spain</HI> could ere infu&s;e from Wine.</L>
<L>But <HI>Bacchus</HI> unkind did tempt her to ingage,</L>
<L>Where &s;he expired by &s;ubtle <HI>Neptunes</HI> Rage.</L>
<L>Tho Fate was Cruel, yet her Fame remains;</L>
<L>For drinking, none like her the World contains.</L>
<L>To after-Ages then, a Stattue rai&s;e,</L>
<L>That &s;o we may Eternalize her Prai&s;e.</L>
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