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<HEAD>AN ELEGY Upon the Death of that WORTHY GENTLEMAN Collonel Edward Cook</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Who departed this Life <DATE>the 29^t^h of <HI>January. 1683/4.</HI></DATE></HEAD>
<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><ADD>29. feb. 1684/3</ADD></DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>'TIS <HI>Vertue</HI> which alone &s;upports the <HI>whole,</HI></L>
<L>For without that the World's without a Soul,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t certain then, as that grows faint and weak,</L>
<L>Th' eternal Chain decays; at la&s;t mu&s;t break:</L>
<L>When great <HI>Cooke</HI> fell the Jarring Links did twang,</L>
<L>And Nature &s;igh'd as if &s;he felt the Pang:</L>
<L>Nor is it &s;trange,&mdash;for Vertue was his guide,</L>
<L>With him it flouri&s;h'd, and with him it dy'd;</L>
<L>Not all&mdash;&s;ome Lagging Atoms yet remain,</L>
<L>To guard Mankind, and prop the &s;inking Frame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In War he was nurs'd up, Arms his delight;</L>
<L>Gentle in Peace, and Terrible in Fight:</L>
<L>Death he had &s;een in various &s;hapes, but none</L>
<L>Cou'd move him to be fearfull of his own:</L>
<L>Nor did old Age abate the Martial Flame,</L>
<L>'Twas always great, and always was the &s;ame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His <HI>Charity</HI> did equally extend</L>
<L>To cheri&s;h the di&s;tre&s;s'd and &s;erve his Friend.</L>
<LG>
<L>When he did good (and who his Life &s;urveys,</L>
<L>Will find he did delight in't all his Days.)</L>
<L>'Twas for the &s;ake of good, and not for Prai&s;e.</L>
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<L>Great though he was, yet he was lowly too;</L>
<L>Meekne&s;s gains more repute than Pride can doe.</L>
<L>Re&s;tle&s;s Ambition ne're his Thoughts employ'd;</L>
<L>Peace and Content he &s;ought, and tho&s;e enjoy'd,</L>
<L>Vertue he priz'd, though 'twere in Rags en&s;hrin'd;</L>
<L>He look't not on the Per&s;on but the Mind.</L>
<L>His Judgment was unbya&s;t, firm and &s;trong,</L>
<L>His Conver&s;ation plea&s;ant, gay and young;</L>
<L>But then his Mirth was &s;till from folly free,</L>
<L>And &s;uch as Nuns without a blu&s;h might be.</L>
<LG>
<L>And, as when <HI>Tygers</HI> range the Woods for Prey,</L>
<L>And chance to meet a <HI>Lion</HI> in their way,</L>
<L>Straight they forget their rage, and learnt t' obey;</L>
</LG>
<L>So Atheous men, though they bla&s;phem'd before,</L>
<L>Aw'd with his pre&s;ence, blu&s;h't and &s;aid no more:</L>
<L>For <HI>Piety</HI> was &s;till his con&s;tant Gue&s;t,</L>
<L>And found its full Perfection in his Brea&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Such was his Life&mdash;and now his Death we'll &s;hew,</L>
<L>His Death, the greater wonder of the two!</L>
<L>For when the fatal Pangs were drawing on,</L>
<L>And the la&s;t Sands were eager to be gone,</L>
<L>When all his Friends lay drown'd in Tears of Grief,</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing, but yet de&s;pairing of Relief;</L>
<L>Ev'n he alone his <HI>Change</HI> with Patience bore,</L>
<L>Like all the Changes of his Life before;</L>
<LG>
<L>And with a <HI>Cheerfulne&s;s</HI> too great to tell,</L>
<L>A <HI>Cheerfulne&s;s</HI> that does all thought excell,</L>
<L>At his la&s;t ga&s;p he cry'd, <HI>I'me well! I'me well!</HI></L>
</LG>
<L>Then dy'd, ea&s;ie as Infants drop a&s;leep;</L>
<L>Wit, Vertue, Valour, for your <HI>Darling</HI> weep!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O Pity, Pity that &s;ome abler Quill</L>
<L>Had not perform'd his Prai&s;e with greater skill;</L>
<L>And in a happy, high, immortal &s;train,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erv'd his Vertues &s;acred with his Name;</L>
<L>That Fame to late Po&s;terity might tell,</L>
<L>No <HI>Hero</HI> ever liv'd and dy'd &s;o well.</L>
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<TRAILER>The END.</TRAILER>
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