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<HEAD>AN ELEGY On the truly Hon<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="5 letters"> and greatly Beloved Sir WILLIAM JONES, Who <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="3 words"> the 2d. 1682.</HEAD>
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<L>When the great, <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="4 words"> Wi&s;e and Ju&s;t.</L>
<L>Laid down his Earthly Body <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> the Du&s;t,</L>
<L>And that his Soul fled from th<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters"> Mortal Stage.</L>
<L>The Downs great Glory, Honour of our Age;</L>
<L>Our Country, tho of &s;uch a Man bere&s;t,</L>
<L>Mourn'd not, whil&s;t that the Learned <HI>Jones</HI> was left</L>
<L>But now alas! what Tears will <HI>England</HI> &s;hed,</L>
<L>Now <HI>Jones</HI> a <HI>Patriot</HI> of his Country's dead!</L>
<L>Bewail'd thou art by all that under&s;tood</L>
<L>Thy Worth, by all the Loyal and the Good;</L>
<L>By all who in the Loyal Sphear do move,</L>
<L>By all who truly King and Country Love,</L>
<L>By all who &s;tand up for the <HI>Prote&s;tant</HI> Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>By all who love Religion and our Laws:</L>
<L>By all who hate an Arbitrary Sway,</L>
<L>And &s;corn like Slaves hard, <HI>Papal</HI> Laws t' obey.</L>
<L>Some men there are, but wicked men they be,</L>
<L>Who weep not, but <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> this lo&s;s to &s;ee;</L>
<L>The&s;e for &s;hell <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="5 words"> &s;trive,</L>
<L>Hopele&s;s to effect it whil&s;t you were alive:</L>
<L>They knew your worth, and did your Learning dread,</L>
<L>Triumphing <HI>Tories</HI> now that you are dead.</L>
<L><HI>Papi&s;ts</HI> will now their wicked Hopes renew,</L>
<L>And their de&s;igns of Ruine fre&s;h pur&s;ue;</L>
<L>Now <HI>Jones</HI> is gone, who like a &s;olid Rock,</L>
<L>Their furious Tydes and raging Billows broke;</L>
<L>For with his Learned Knowledg in the Law,</L>
<L>He th' undermining <HI>Tories</HI> kept in awe.</L>
<L>The&s;e men who never from reproach refrain,</L>
<L>Will try in vain this great Mans Fame to &s;tain;</L>
<L>And now he's gon again&s;t him durt will fling,</L>
<L>And with devouring Mouthes <HI>Te Denm</HI> &s;ing.</L>
<L>In &s;pite of the&s;e our Mu&s;e her voice &s;hall rai&s;e,</L>
<L>In mid&s;t of Tears &s;hall &s;ing his ju&s;ter Prai&s;e;</L>
<L>And whil&s;t they envy his immortal Fame,</L>
<L>She &s;hall repeat his never dying Name;</L>
<L>A name in which an hidden charm doth lye,</L>
<L>And which, tho he is gone, &s;hall never dye.</L>
<L>Here needs no daubing Flattery to paint</L>
<L>A Vicious Mortal for a very Saint;</L>
<L>No Poets Art to prai&s;e him now he's gon<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Who had &s;o many virtues of his own.</L>
<L>And to the Laws, which he well under&s;tood,</L>
<L>He us'd his Knowledg &s;till in doing good.</L>
<L>Con&s;cience he joyn'd with Law, that made him Ju&s;t,</L>
<L>And all, his Hone&s;ty and Skill might Tru&s;t.</L>
<L>True to his Client, &s;par'd no Pains nor Care,</L>
<L>A mode&s;t and good Pleader at the Bar:</L>
<L>He nee'r with wicked Arts wire-draw'd the Laws,</L>
<L>With querks gain'd Credit by an unju&s;t Cau&s;e.</L>
<L>He could from Fees in an ill Cau&s;e ab&s;tain,</L>
<L>Con&s;cience he had, nor greedy was of gain:</L>
<L>When from the Bar he to the Bench was brought,</L>
<L>Still the &s;ame man, he acted as he ought;</L>
<L>An eye to Hone&s;ty and Ju&s;tice bore,</L>
<L>The &s;ame in Scarlet, what he was before,</L>
<L>Un&s;haken, uncorrupted there be &s;ate,</L>
<L>Honour alone and a good Name he got.</L>
<L>Zealous for Ju&s;tice he was always &s;een,</L>
<L>His hands from tempting Bribery were clean;</L>
<L>Nor for ten Thou&s;and Guinies giv'n would he</L>
<L>Condemn the Guiltle&s;s, or the Guilty free,</L>
<L>Such was his Ju&s;tice and Integrity:</L>
<L>But quietly he left that higher Stage,</L>
<L>Not fit for it in this corrupted Age,</L>
<L>He &s;aw th' Intreagues, was hone&s;t, had no itch</L>
<L>By unju&s;t means to become Great or Rich.</L>
<L>He Honour, Law, and Ju&s;tice made his Rule,</L>
<L>And knew not how to be a Knave or Fool:</L>
<L>Rather with Honour cho&s;e ob&s;cure to dwell,</L>
<L>Than Great, and &s;end his Con&s;cience down to Hell.</L>
<L>When in the Noble Senat of the Land</L>
<L>He did a Pillar of his Country &s;tand;</L>
<L>He boldly always &s;pake, and with applau&s;e,</L>
<L>In favour of Religion and the Laws.</L>
<L>To had de&s;igning men a chrome he gave,</L>
<L>Spar'd no man who his Country would en&s;lave.</L>
<L>To th' <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Liberties was &s;till a Friend,</L>
<L>Peace, Unity, and Ju&s;tice, was his End:</L>
<L>None could his Zeal or Courage there abate,</L>
<L>He Papi&s;ts and Idolatry did Hate,</L>
<L>Saw the de&s;igns of the whole wicked brood,</L>
<L>And &s;toutly all their wicked Arts with&s;tood.</L>
<L>To a va&s;t bulk would &s;well my &s;lender ver&s;e,</L>
<L>Should I this great mans Virtues all rehear&s;e:</L>
<L>But he is gone, and Death has cut his Thread,</L>
<L>And to our Grief the Learned <HI>Jones</HI> is Dead.</L>
<L>But tho we are of this great man bereft,</L>
<L>Behind him Fame and Honour he has left,</L>
<L>Which to his Name Eternal Life &s;hall give,</L>
<L>And's Memory &s;hall in &s;pite of Tories Live.</L>
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<HEAD>An EPITAPH.</HEAD>
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<L>THE Good, the Ju&s;t, the Learned <HI>Jones</HI> lyes here,</L>
<L>Whom all good men did Love, all bad men Fear.</L>
<L>In quiet may his Sacred A&s;hes lye,</L>
<L>Since 'tis ordain'd the be&s;t of men mu&s;t dye:</L>
<L>But his immortal Mind did here o'recome</L>
<L>All mortal things, and lies not in this Tomb.</L>
<L>That now's inlarg'd, boundle&s;s, unconfin'd,</L>
<L>And left the jarring factious World behind.</L>
<L>Approach his Grave, the Loyal, Good, and Ju&s;t,</L>
<L>And let no Popi&s;h <HI>Tory</HI> touch his du&s;t.</L>
<L>Rich, Good, Belov'd he dy'd; and what is more,</L>
<L>A Lawyer, and left largely to the Poor.</L>
<L>Here full of Fame and Worth his A&s;hes re&s;t,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t his great Soul's in Triumph with the Ble&s;t.</L>
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<P><HI>London</HI> Printed for <HI>Langley Curtis.</HI> 1682.</P>
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