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<HEAD>On that Devout, and Indu&s;trious GENTELMAN, GEORGE MONTEITH, <HI>Merchant in</HI> Edinburgh, <HI>who departed this Life</HI> <DATE><HI>the 2. day of</HI> Juny, 1685.</DATE></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><HI>A Funeral</HI> ELEGIE.</HEAD>
<L>DEvout and Precious Soul &s;hould I in ver&s;e,</L>
<L>Attempt they glorious virtues to reher&s;e,</L>
<L>It were a contradiction to expre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And bring to numbers what is numberle&s;s:</L>
<L>Ver&s;es mu&s;t lo&s;s their feet, and <HI>Elegies</HI></L>
<L>Give up their running to our melting eyes;</L>
<L>Yet rea&s;on &s;ayes, that it can be no Crime</L>
<L>What we may &s;peak in <HI>Pro&s;e</HI> to writ in <HI>Rime.</HI></L>
<L>Witne&s;s the <HI>Sacrid Scriptures,</HI> it's no wrong</L>
<L>To vent a <HI>Lamentation</HI> in a Song.</L>
<L>So rational a grief who utters it,</L>
<L>At once both &s;how's his &s;orrow, and his witt.</L>
<L>I'l not imploy my <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> to chide &s;tern death,</L>
<L>That with Blood-thir&s;ty ha&s;te did cut thy breath,</L>
<L>When thou thy &s;elf did chide the fates delay,</L>
<L>Ga&s;ping from tho&s;e &s;ad times to be away.</L>
<L>Nor with Fanta&s;tick flight implore the &s;phears,</L>
<L>To bath thy memory with us in tears.</L>
<L>While we believe that new <HI>Jeru&s;alem</HI></L>
<L>Where now thou art, Surmounts both us and them.</L>
<L>Thou now art infranchi&s;ed, and at large,</L>
<L>And from our Warrs death Seals thee a di&s;charge.</L>
<L>Where clad in Robes of Immortality</L>
<L>Thour't levi'd with the glorious <HI>Hierarchy.</HI></L>
<L>For here below thou wer't in each E&s;tate</L>
<L>Humble, active, prudent, ju&s;t, and temperat,</L>
<L>And with both actions and thy thoughts expence</L>
<L>Did keep thy <HI>Con&s;cience</HI> &s;till without offence.</L>
<L>Who knew thy vertues well, thy under&s;tood</L>
<L>Thou wert an <HI>Angel</HI> cloath'd with fle&s;h and blood.</L>
<L>Thy birth above the common levell was,</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Nuptial</HI> types in honour did &s;urpa&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Thou was not troubled with mad <HI>Midas</HI> itch,</L>
<L>Yet GOD did bli&s;s thy &s;tore, and made thee rich.</L>
<L>Thou was a man of bu&s;ine&s;s, and yet,</L>
<L>To &s;erve thy <HI>Maker</HI> was they chief delight.</L>
<L>Wherefore GOD takes thee home, where now thou &s;ings</L>
<L><HI>Grave, wher's they conque&s;t? death where are thy &s;tings?</HI></L>
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<Q><L><HI>Dignum laude virum</HI> Mu&s;a <HI>vetat mori.</HI></L></Q>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>N. PATERSON.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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