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<NAME>Paul Schaffner</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080615.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY Upon that Renowned <HI>Hero and Cavalier,</HI> THE Lord CAPEL, Who (for his Loyalty) was Barbarou&s;ly Murther'd in the <HI>Palace-Yard</HI> at <HI>We&s;t|min&s;ter,</HI> on the <GAP DESC="blank" EXTENT="1 word"> day of <GAP DESC="blank" EXTENT="1 word"> 16<GAP DESC="blank" EXTENT="2 letters"></HEAD>
<P><HI>Pre&s;erved by a Loyal Per&s;on; And never before Printed.</HI></P>
<L>SO have I &s;een a frolick Bridegroom come,</L>
<L>And guild with &s;miles the gaudy Wedding-room,</L>
<L>Joy dancing on his Face, whil&s;t in his Eye</L>
<L>The young Bride's Blu&s;hes kept true Harmony:</L>
<L>Ju&s;t with that look the <HI>Romans</HI> Victors all</L>
<L>In Triumph rid unto the Capital;</L>
<L>But not the <HI>Deecij</HI> to their Death, their Eyes</L>
<L>Beheld but Fame, Thine ble&s;t Eternity;</L>
<L>Mo&s;t like the Fire-prooft Martyr, that proclaims</L>
<L>His Conque&s;t crown'd in Pyramids of Flames,</L>
<L>In ravi&s;hment of Soul; and leaves the Toy</L>
<L>Of Life, not with exce&s;s of Pain, but Joy.</L>
<L>I, &s;o brave <HI>CAPEL</HI> fell; the Scaffold bore</L>
<L>No look of life, but he Dying wore,</L>
<L>Death lookt like Death, and all the &s;tanders by,</L>
<L>As if that he had come, to &s;ee them dye;</L>
<L>Envy her &s;elf Great <HI>CAPEL</HI>'s Triumph &s;ung;</L>
<L>Earth groan'd his Exit; whil&s;t all Heaven rung</L>
<L>With a loud Plaudit, exta&s;i'd to &s;ee</L>
<L>This la&s;t Great Act, of his red Tragedy.</L>
<L>Trea&s;on combin'd, call'd <HI>Law e&s;tabli&s;hed;</HI></L>
<L>Immediate Death by Tyrants menaced,</L>
<L>Could not his Rock-built Con&s;tancy abate;</L>
<L>But his Ju&s;t Soul &s;tood &s;till Re&s;olv'd like Fate.</L>
<L>And had the Machine of the whole World broke,</L>
<L>The Ruins &s;till had him undaunted took:</L>
<L>To view his Life, would but redrown'd the Eye</L>
<L>Of his and Virtue's Friends; Truth's Hi&s;tory</L>
<L>Shall write it to the Age unborn, and they</L>
<L>Peru&s;e it with that Zeal good Ve&s;tals pray;</L>
<L>And that &s;ad Page which tells his Death, appears</L>
<L>The Winding-&s;heet of many Sighs and Tears;</L>
<L>His Life, Why? 'tis a Theme for Angels meet;</L>
<L>But this I'le &s;ay, Of all the Heav'n-bound Fleet,</L>
<L>Of Crim&s;on Martyrs, through the red Sea gon,</L>
<L>Of <HI>England</HI>'s Trea&s;on and Rebellion,</L>
<L>Except their matchle&s;s Royal Admiral,</L>
<L><HI>CAPEL</HI> came riche&s;t home in the Ark Loyal;</L>
<L>Where all the Stars &s;hot Volleys, and was giv'n</L>
<L>Eternal Welcome to his Haven, Heaven.</L>
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<P><HI>London:</HI> Printed by <HI>H. Hills, Jun.</HI> for <HI>W. Davis,</HI> 1683.</P>
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