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<HEAD>AN ELEGY In Commemoration of the Honourable Lieutenant-General TALMASH, Who Departed this Life at <HI>PLYMO&V;TH</HI> on the <HI>12th.</HI> of <HI>June,</HI> 1694. of a Mortal VVound received in his Thigh, in the Glorious Enterprize in Landing the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Forces at <HI>Camerett</HI>-Bay in <HI>France,</HI> &amp;c.</HEAD>
<P><HI>Licen&s;ed,</HI> June 15. 1694.</P>
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<L>SInce tho&s;e that &s;hould attend this Noble Hear&s;e,</L>
<L>And &s;igh out Numbers fit for mournful Ver&s;e,</L>
<L>Have not re&s;orted to the Mu&s;es Spring,</L>
<L>From &s;ad <HI>Melpomonie</HI> tho&s;e Wreaths to bring,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Cyprus</HI> that &s;hould Crown in &s;olemn State,</L>
<L>Death's ha&s;ty Conque&s;t in untimely Fate;</L>
<L>In humble Strains in&s;pir'd by Grief I come,</L>
<L>To offer an Oblation at his Tomb,</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Lo&s;s</HI> Commands, our <HI>Tears</HI> compels our Eyes</L>
<L>To brim them&s;elves with Briny Elegies.</L>
<L>Pardon me then, you of the lofty &s;train,</L>
<L>That humble I pre&s;ume, whil&s;t you re&s;tain</L>
<L>To pay a Tribute due, and &s;ay, that Death</L>
<L>Sow'd Seeds of <HI>Sorrow</HI> when he reap<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">d this Breath,</L>
<L>From whence a Crop of growing Grief does-ri&s;e,</L>
<L>That mo&s;t to Melancholly add &s;upplies:</L>
<L>When Death his Shafts does level at the Great,</L>
<L>He minds us mo&s;t of an Immortal &s;tate;</L>
<L>And gives large Pro&s;pect, that all things below</L>
<L>Are fading, and can no true Joys be&s;tow;</L>
<L>That <HI>Honour, Riches, Strength,</HI> and <HI>Power</HI> mu&s;t have</L>
<L>Declinings, till they drop into a Grave;</L>
<L>Imperial Death's impartial Hand does &s;trike,</L>
<L>The Rich and Poor, and levels all alike.</L>
<L>His Kingdoms in the Du&s;t, his Subjects there,</L>
<L>Know no di&s;tinction, but have equal &s;hare:</L>
<L>Yet Virtuous <HI>Deeds</HI> too &s;wift for <HI>Death</HI> do fly,</L>
<L>They '&s;cape his &s;hafts, and only cannot die;</L>
<L>They live till Time is lo&s;t and is no more,</L>
<L>And then they have Eternity in &s;tore.</L>
<L>So Noble <HI>Talma&s;h</HI> by his <HI>Deeds</HI> &s;hall live,</L>
<L>Fame brooks no Silence, but due Prai&s;e do's give;</L>
<L>His Courage <HI>England</HI> will have e'er in Mind,</L>
<L><HI>And France, proud France his Death mo&s;t dear &s;hall find</HI></L>
<L>Shall rue the day that he his Breath re&s;ign'd,</L>
<L>His Bounty flow'd, and tenderly he ey'd</L>
<L>His Souldiers, and their frequent Wants &s;upply'd;</L>
<L>And if in any thing, in that took Pride,</L>
<L>When he Battalions, or the Squadrons lead;</L>
<L>Joy brightn'd in each Face, and bani&s;h'd Dread,</L>
<L>None &s;hrunk where e're he did the Legion Head;</L>
<L>His humble Carriage and his Curteous Meen,</L>
<L>Gain'd him where e're he came, a high E&s;teem.</L>
<L>Wi&s;dom an Ample Seat in him did find,</L>
<L>To which was an undaunted Valour joyn'd,</L>
<L>Tho' Mode&s;t, and to &s;erious Thoughts inclin'd,</L>
<L>Refin'd by Learning, plea&s;ing was his Strain,</L>
<L>By which his Soldiers did Advantage gain;</L>
<L>Rarely the &s;torm of Pa&s;&s;ion to&s;s'd his Mind,</L>
<L>Tho' for the <HI>Camp</HI> his Days were mo&s;t de&s;ign'd.</L>
<L>A Propping-Pillar of the <HI>State</HI> he &s;tood;</L>
<L>And if he glory'd, 'twas in doing Good.</L>
<L>From a long Race of Heroes he de&s;cends,</L>
<L>Which to our Nation's &s;afety were true Friends,</L>
<L>And hazarded the utmo&s;t in its Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Defending its Religion, and its Laws.</L>
<L>In wor&s;t of Times, brave <HI>Talma&s;h</HI>'s Name was Great,</L>
<L>Help't &s;tem the Torrent of an adver&s;e Fate;</L>
<L>In all he Loyalty and Vertue &s;how'd,</L>
<L>And paid what Noble Souls to Honour ow'd.</L>
<L>Fame in an everla&s;ting &s;crowle has writ</L>
<L>H<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">s Deathle&s;s Deeds, and Heaven has thought fit</L>
<L>They &s;hall be obvious to each curious Eye,</L>
<L>Till Riveted to round Eternity.</L>
<L>The Lo&s;s is great, and does Mankind &s;urprize,</L>
<L>But Earth mu&s;t yield unto the Rival Skies,</L>
<L>Cele&s;tial Realms of Light the Ble&s;t above,</L>
<L>Now Triumph to infold him in their Love.</L>
<L>Then tho' &s;ome Tears mu&s;t fall, lets not complain,</L>
<L>Since by our Lo&s;s he reaps &s;o great a Gain.</L>
<L>But let us &s;tudy to Live well, that we</L>
<L>From Cumbers of this Life by Death &s;et free,</L>
<L>May mount like him, and ever happy be.</L>
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<HEAD>THE EPITAPH.</HEAD>
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<L>This Marble but contains the Noble Du&s;t</L>
<L>Of <HI>Talma&s;h</HI> till the Re&s;urrections Morn,</L>
<L>His better part remains among the Ju&s;t,</L>
<L>Who, Heaven's bright Throne, with dazling Light adorn,</L>
<L>His Race thus run, the Prize he won at la&s;t,</L>
<L>Though we have lo&s;t by lo&s;ing him, yet he,</L>
<L>The <HI>Storms</HI> and <HI>Tempe&s;ts</HI> being over-past,</L>
<L>Has gain'd &s;afe Harbour in Eternity.</L>
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<P>Edinburgh,<HI>Re-printed in the Year, 1694.</HI></P>
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