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<P>I Ouercom &amp; Conquer</P>
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<P>MEMENTO MORI.</P>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY, On the Death of Sir William Turner, Knight, AND Alderman of the City of <HI>LONDON,</HI> and Pre&s;ident of <HI>Bridwell</HI> and <HI>Bethlem</HI> Ho&s;pitals, WHO Departed this Life on <DATE><HI>Thur&s;day,</HI> the <HI>9th.</HI> of <HI>February,</HI> about a Eleven of the Clock in the Forenoon, 1692/3</DATE></HEAD>
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<L>COme, come, prepare to Weep, our Sorrow's great,</L>
<L>For we have lo&s;t our Worthie&s;t Magi&s;trate,</L>
<L>Sir <HI>William Turner,</HI> Father of our <HI>Troy,</HI></L>
<L>The City's <HI>Darling</HI> and the Orphans <HI>Joy.</HI></L>
<L>Oh! who can Name him and forbear to Weep,</L>
<L>Since he, <HI>Ju&s;t Soul,</HI> does with his Fathers &s;leep.</L>
<L>For thee, O <HI>LONDON,</HI> I am &s;orry too;</L>
<L>Methinks I hear thee Cry, <HI>Ah Joys Adieu,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Adieu! Adieu! Ah Death! what do&s;t thou mean,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To take the Pillar on which I did lean?</HI></L>
<L><HI>I once from Ruins lifted up my Head,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But now, Alas! Alas! Great</HI> TURNER<HI>'s Dead.</HI></L>
<L>So Wi&s;e, &s;o Ju&s;t, and Equal too was He,</L>
<L>He Puni&s;h'd Guilty, and &s;et Guiltle&s;s Free;</L>
<L>So Charitable, that though he is Dead,</L>
<L>His Works of <HI>Charity</HI> Live in his &s;tead.</L>
<L>An <HI>Ho&s;pital</HI> he lately did Erect,</L>
<L>The Hungry <HI>Chri&s;tian</HI> to Feed and Protect;</L>
<L>Be&s;ides a <HI>Chappel,</HI> wherein twice a Day</L>
<L>A <HI>Mini&s;ter</HI> is ordered to Bray;</L>
<L>Wherein full Forty <HI>Poor</HI> he doth Maintain,</L>
<L>Oh! that our Sighs could him recall again!</L>
<L>So well Belov'd was he, that he was &s;ent</L>
<L>Our Grievance to Redre&s;s in <HI>Parliament,</HI></L>
<L>Where he behav'd him&s;elf &s;o Ju&s;t and Wi&s;e,</L>
<L>His Death, draws Tears from ev'ry <HI>Readers</HI> Eyes.</L>
<L>He's Dead alas! who &s;trove with all his might</L>
<L>To re&s;tore the <HI>Widows</HI> and <HI>Orphans</HI> to their Right.</L>
<L>Weep, weep, therefore, let outward Sorrows &s;hew</L>
<L>Your inward Griefs, with Tears your Cheeks bedew,</L>
<L>For him who while he did with us remain,</L>
<L>Wrong'd not his Con&s;cience for lucre of Gain;</L>
<L>From ba&s;e Deceit and Guile was always free,</L>
<L>And th' great A&s;&s;erter o' th' <HI>City's Liberty.</HI></L>
<L>But ah, bold Death, &s;pares neither Great nor Small,</L>
<L>All fare alike, the Shrubs and Cedars Tall:</L>
<L>What &s;hall we &s;ay, he Mortal was, though Brave,</L>
<L>And as all Mortals, Subject to the Grave.</L>
<L>But why &s;hould we thus Grieve? when he, I'm &s;ure,</L>
<L>In Everla&s;ting Man&s;ions is &s;ecure;</L>
<L>And with the Ble&s;s'd doth <HI>Halelujahs</HI> &s;ing,</L>
<L>To our Great <HI>Creator</HI> and Eternal <HI>King.</HI></L>
<L>But &s;ince he's dead and gone, we'll let him Re&s;t,</L>
<L>Until the <HI>Re&s;urrection of the Ju&s;t.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>EPITAPH.</HEAD>
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<L>HERE Lies Interr'd, under this Stone,</L>
<L>A Worthy Magi&s;trate, well known,</L>
<L>Lord-Mayor of <HI>LONDON,</HI> in Sixty Nine,</L>
<L>And one who led a Life Divine;</L>
<L>Sir <HI>William Turner</HI> was his Name,</L>
<L>Whom no one Living I hear blame;</L>
<L>A True Son of the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Church,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Name to Harlots &s;mells like <HI>Birch;</HI></L>
<L>Whom while he lived on this Stage,</L>
<L>Made <HI>Bridewel</HI> their chiefe&s;t Cage.</L>
<L>Then re&s;t, dear A&s;hes, in thy &V;rn,</L>
<L>&V;ntil the Earth Con&s;ume and Burn.</L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>George Croom,</HI> at the <HI>Blew-Ball</HI> in <HI>Thames-&s;treet,</HI> over again&s;t <HI>Baynard's-Ca&s;tle.</HI></P>
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