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<HEAD><FIGURE>
<P>MEMENTO MORI</P>
</FIGURE>AN ELEGIE ON THE RIGHT WORSHIPFUL Sir Edmund-Bury Godfrey, Knight, One of His MAJESTIES JUSTICES of the PEACE: Who was found Murtherd on <HI>Thur&s;day</HI> the 17^t^h of this In&s;tant <HI>October,</HI> 1678. in a Ditch on the South-&s;ide of <HI>Primro&s;e-Hill</HI> near <HI>Hamp&s;tead.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>_STRAFFORD</HI> crowd up, and brave <HI>Montro&s;s</HI> make room,</L>
<L>Here's a <HI>State-Martyr</HI> too, that's lately come,</L>
<L>All goar'd in BLOOD;&mdash; who may mo&s;t ju&s;tly crave</L>
<L>To &s;hare with you in your immortal Grave.</L>
<L>To you he comes, to <HI>you!</HI> who be&s;t can tell</L>
<L>How many Perils in true Virtue dwell;</L>
<L>Yea, and how dang'rous 'tis i'th Gap to &s;tand,</L>
<L>Again&s;t Rebellion in your Native Land;</L>
<L>Which now is, or ne're was, by <HI>Rome</HI>'s cur&s;t Hate,</L>
<L>De&s;tin'd to <HI>Ruine</HI> both in <HI>Church</HI> and <HI>State.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If Souls refind, and freed from Humane care,</L>
<L>Could mong&s;t immortal joys &s;uch lei&s;ure &s;pare,</L>
<L>As to reflect on all that they did do,</L>
<L>And what they &s;uffer'd while confin'd below;</L>
<L>The ill returns which Loyal <HI>Godfrey</HI> found,</L>
<L>E're his De&s;erts had thru&s;t him under ground;</L>
<L>Their pity would re&s;ent, and &s;ighs attend,</L>
<L>The Funeral of this lamented Friend.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Whom &s;hould'&s;t thou prai&s;e, poor blear-ey'd Mu&s;e? proclaim</L>
<L>Thou would&s;t thine own Defects; not &s;ound his Fame:</L>
<L>The worth of who&s;e large <HI>Soul</HI> can never be</L>
<L>With finite Numbers dre&s;t, much le&s;s by thee.</L>
<L>Silence amaz'd, more meet than Pen, or Eyes,</L>
<L>Will pa&s;s Clo&s;e-Mourner at thy Ob&s;equies.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And yet methinks, by &s;trength of thought, I view</L>
<L>Ev'n &s;till his gen'rous Soul, as fir&s;t it flew</L>
<L>From its wrong'd Body, and made ble&s;t Retreat,</L>
<L>And ju&s;t Appeal, to Gods <HI>Tribunal-Seat.</HI></L>
<L>Methinks I &s;ee him as at fir&s;t he &s;tood,</L>
<L>With his pale Body newly &s;treak'd with BLOOD;</L>
<L>With gaping Wounds, like <HI>Mouths,</HI> which call'd for Woe,</L>
<L>And home Revenge, on tho&s;e who made them &s;o:</L>
<L>With brui&s;ed Neck, and Cheek, with batter'd Chin;</L>
<L>And Brea&s;t as black, as his vile Butchers &s;in:</L>
<L>But with a Soul more innocent and gay,</L>
<L>Than new-born Lillies in the mid&s;t of <HI>May.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Ah worthy Knight! If thy high Virtue did</L>
<L>Not all thy thoughts of ju&s;t Revenge forbid,</L>
<L>What di&s;mal Truths might'&s;t tell, what Plots might'&s;t &s;how</L>
<L>To tho&s;e above, were Hatch'd by <HI>Rome</HI> below?</L>
<L>Thou need'&s;t no more but all thy Wounds di&s;play</L>
<L>Before tho&s;e glorious Me&s;&s;engers, and they</L>
<L>With ju&s;t rewards that bloody <HI>Crew</HI> might treat,</L>
<L>Who dar'd to u&s;e thee at &s;o har&s;h a rate.</L>
<L>But thou wert always merciful and kind,</L>
<L>Ev'n whil&s;t to humane &s;hape thou wa&s;t confin'd;</L>
<L>And it were cruelty to think thee more</L>
<L>Severe or fierce than thou wer't known before.</L>
<L>Methinks I hear with an exalted Voice</L>
<L>Thy happy <HI>Manes</HI> among&s;t the ble&s;t rejoyce,</L>
<L>With Joy like that the chearful Sea-man &s;wells,</L>
<L>When &s;afe on Shore, his dangerous <HI>Wrack</HI> he tells;</L>
<L>And from the &s;welling Banks, with aufull &s;corn,</L>
<L>Beholds tho&s;e Waves which had his Ve&s;&s;el torn.</L>
<L>So thou, <HI>brave Soul!</HI> to Heaven did&s;t force thy way</L>
<L>Through Men more fur'ous than the raging Sea.</L>
<L>And having gain'd the Heavenly Port, do&s;t now</L>
<L>With &s;afe contempt look down on them below;</L>
<L>Who&s;e rigid u&s;age had &s;o cruel been</L>
<L>To <HI>&s;trand</HI> the tender <HI>Bark</HI> thy Soul was in</L>
<L>And &s;till, as if thy Tragedy were grown</L>
<L>Too poor, and mean, to gain from Hell renown;</L>
<L>Do yet like <HI>Blood-Hounds</HI> the warm Que&s;t pur&s;ue,</L>
<L>And &s;trive to kill thy <HI>Reputation</HI> too.</L>
<L>But that's <HI>Immortal,</HI>&mdash;and &s;hall never want</L>
<L>Remembrance, whil&s;t there's <HI>Pre&s;s</HI> or <HI>Prote&s;tant;</HI></L>
<L>The one to fix it in mo&s;t la&s;ting Writ,</L>
<L>The other to revere and honour it.</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>AN EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>REader, <HI>beneath this weeping Marble lyes</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Peoples Love, the Nations Sacrifice:</HI></L>
<L><HI>A modern</HI> Martyr, <HI>or (to rai&s;e thy</HI> Dread)</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> Ju&s;tice <HI>mo&s;t unju&s;tly murdered.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Approach his Tomb with Reverence, for he,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whil&s;t living, was</HI> Rome's <HI>deadly Enemy.</HI></L>
<L><HI>And who&s;oe're the fatal &s;tab did give,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Went but the neare&s;t way to make him live.</HI></L>
<L><HI>In th' Du&s;t his Deeds &s;hall blo&s;&s;ome: Time (that brings</HI></L>
<L><HI>A change on other &s;ublunary things)</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will keep the&s;e fre&s;h; this</HI> Patriots <HI>renown</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shall ne're be</HI> &s;trangled <HI>by the</HI> Triple Crown.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>LICENSED, <HI>October</HI> 29. 1678.</P>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Ben. Harris</HI> in <HI>Sweetings-Rents</HI> near the <HI>Royal-Exchange,</HI> 1678.</P>
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