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<HEAD><HI>AN</HI> ELEGY On the Death of the Right Honourable HENEAGE LORD FINCH, <HI>Baron of</HI> Daventry, <HI>High Chancellour of</HI> England, Earl of <HI>Nottingham;</HI> And One of the Lords of the mo&s;t Honourable Privy-Council; <HI>Who Departed this Life,</HI> <DATE>Decemb. 18. 1682.</DATE></HEAD>
<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><ADD>20. Dec. 1682.</ADD></DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
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<L>GReat <HI>FINCH</HI> is Dead, Oh! tell it not aloud,</L>
<L>Le&s;t cruel Death in&s;ult and grow too proud,</L>
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<L>Fraught with &s;o rich a Spoil, who&s;e Worth alone</L>
<L>Was more than Thou&s;and common Victims own,</L>
<L>And by our Lo&s;s, alas! too dearly known.</L>
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<L>Let Sorrow &s;talk in &s;ilence, and become</L>
<L>The greatne&s;s of our Grief by being Dumb:</L>
<L>Let all our Eyes relea&s;e their flowing &s;prings,</L>
<L>While &s;ome &s;ad Bird his Mournful Ditty &s;ings;</L>
<L>Ju&s;tice her &s;elf in &s;ables will appear,</L>
<L>As for a <HI>Son,</HI> the Darling of her Care;</L>
<L>She Weeps and Mourns, and &s;ighing &s;orely, &s;tands</L>
<L>Unmov'd, dejected, and with folded Hands:</L>
<L>Where &s;hall be found a Man &s;o good, &s;o great,</L>
<L>So Noble, and &s;o every way compleat;</L>
<L>When young, untainted with the vice of Youth,</L>
<L>A Soul made up of Innocence and Truth.</L>
<L>Vice he abhorr'd, but Virtue was his Life,</L>
<L>By which he evermore maintain'd the &s;trife</L>
<L>With wickedne&s;s and &s;in; nor would &s;ubmit</L>
<L>To be ungodly to be thought a Wit;</L>
<L>But &s;ollid Wi&s;dom was his only Rule,</L>
<L>(All el&s;e is but pretence to guild a Fool)</L>
<L>Sage Care and prudence in his Face were &s;een,</L>
<L>Sweet, though Maje&s;tick, was his port and meen;</L>
<L>His Tongue drop'd <HI>Manna,</HI> &s;weetly did he &s;peak,</L>
<L>Nor was his Copious Fancy long to &s;eek;</L>
<L>Judgement and Eloquence together joyn,</L>
<L>And with a perfect Harmony combine,</L>
<L>To make his &s;en&s;e and Language both Divine,</L>
<L>As in &s;ome great and Regular De&s;ign.</L>
<L>But never mu&s;t we hope to reach thy prai&s;e,</L>
<L>He that dares highe&s;t will de&s;erve the Bays.</L>
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<L>Nothing thy Merit ever can expre&s;s,</L>
<L>We hope but pardon, &s;ince we do confe&s;s</L>
<L>Our Faults, acknowledgement will make them le&s;s.</L>
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<L>Thou liv'&s;t above the power of Time and Death,</L>
<L>Which though it has depriv'd thee of thy Breath,</L>
<L>Thy La&s;ting Name to ages &s;hall endure,</L>
<L>Than Rocks of <HI>Adamant</HI> more firm and &s;ure;</L>
<L>Thy Univer&s;al Goodne&s;s &s;hall be told</L>
<L>Throughout the World, thy Glories be enroll'd</L>
<L>In the great Book of <HI>Fame,</HI> where thou &s;halt &s;tand</L>
<L>An In&s;tance high of Vertues large command:</L>
<LG>
<L>To God thy Duty thou did&s;t early pay,</L>
<L>Pre&s;enting him the fir&s;t Fruits of the Day,</L>
<L>And over all thy great Concerns did&s;t pray:</L>
</LG>
<L>The Pillar of the Church as well as State,</L>
<L>Thou bought'&s;t thy Honours at no ea&s;ie Rate;</L>
<LG>
<L>But &s;till wa&s;t caring for the Nations Peace,</L>
<L>That <HI>Arts</HI> might grow, and <HI>Piety</HI> encrea&s;e,</L>
<L>Thy Countries Glory was thy late&s;t wi&s;h.</L>
</LG>
<L>Mo&s;t Loyal to thy Pr<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">nce, whom thou d<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">d&s;t know</L>
<L>Was plac'd as Gods Vicegerent here below;</L>
<L>And therefore did&s;t oppo&s;e all lawle&s;s Rage,</L>
<L>That threat'ned &s;o to over flow the <HI>Age;</HI></L>
<L>But thou, the <HI>Chancellour,</HI> with prudent Law</L>
<L>Did&s;t keep the Factious Multitude in awe;</L>
<L>Thou every part of Life did&s;t act with skill,</L>
<L>And each Relation prudently fullfil:</L>
<L>And when thy Work was fini&s;h'd quite and done,</L>
<L>The all-wi&s;e God thought fit to call thee Home.</L>
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<HEAD>The Epitaph.</HEAD>
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<L>HEre lies the &s;acred Du&s;t</L>
<L>Of <HI>FINCH,</HI> as Great as Ju&s;t;</L>
<L>The Glory of His age,</L>
<L>Who having left the Stage</L>
<L>Of Mortal Life, by Death</L>
<L>Has gain'd a better Breath.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>J. Deacon,</HI> at the <HI>Rainbow,</HI> near St. <HI>Andrews-Church,</HI> in <HI>Holbourn,</HI> 1682.</P>
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