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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>ON the Death of his Grace JOHN DUKE of ROTHES, LORD High CHANCELLOUR of SCOTLAND, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">ELEGIE.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>ISRAEL</HI> for <HI>Mo&s;es</HI> fourty days did Mourn,</L>
<L>Our Joy to Grief, twice fourty days may turn;</L>
<L><HI>Scotlands</HI> Conductor, <HI>ROTHES,</HI> Wi&s;e and Brave,</L>
<L>Ah! now Him&s;elf Conducted is to Grave:</L>
<L><HI>ROTHES</HI> did Rule our Helm in Storms, and Grace</L>
<L>The Halcyon Calmne&s;s of our Oceans Peace:</L>
<L>Dread <HI>Comet,</HI> ah! too dreadful not in vain.</L>
<L>Fatal to <HI>Albions</HI> Pole, and <HI>Charles</HI> his <HI>Wain;</HI></L>
<L>Judicious <HI>D&V;KE,</HI> able to quench all Jarrs,</L>
<L>On which may ri&s;e Uncivil, Civil Warrs,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t prudent State&s;-man, Sage to Reconceal,</L>
<L>Knowing thy <HI>Kings</HI> Will, was the <HI>Kingdoms</HI> Well,</L>
<L>In <HI>Court,</HI> in <HI>Camp,</HI> in <HI>City, Field,</HI> or <HI>Town;</HI></L>
<L>Worthy to bear a <HI>Batton</HI> or a <HI>Gown.</HI></L>
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<L>No <HI>Fate</HI> could make thy Loyalty relent:</L>
<L>Nor Bondage of thy long Impri&s;onment;</L>
<L>Give <HI>Thou</HI> then Griev'd, it was that then the while</L>
<L>Thou could not Serve thy Ma&s;ter in Exyle;</L>
<L>Yet there <HI>Thy</HI> Thoughts, and Corro&s;pondence too,</L>
<L>Acted the mo&s;t a Pri&s;oner could do;</L>
<L>Yet never Winter made of Summer, more</L>
<L>Joyful to <HI>Thee,</HI> when <HI>Heavens</HI> did <HI>Him</HI> Re&s;tore:</L>
<L>And made <HI>Thy Self</HI> after a long Re&s;traint:</L>
<L>A Vig'rous, and mo&s;t Active In&s;trument,</L>
<L>For which, Thou did&s;t Thy <HI>Monarchs</HI> Love Inherit,</L>
<L>The due Reward of Thy De&s;ert and Merit;</L>
<L>A Love mo&s;t Firm, and Great, to be Admir'd,</L>
<L>But Chang'd to Sorrow, &s;ince <HI>Thy</HI> Breath expyr'd.</L>
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<L>Great <HI>D&V;KE,</HI> Lord <HI>Chancellour, Gen'ral, The&s;aurer,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His Majesties</HI> mo&s;t High <HI>Commi&s;&s;ioner.</HI></L>
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<L>What Greatne&s;s could <HI>Thou</HI> Want, Thy <HI>King</HI> could Give,</L>
<L>Who only in Thy De&s;tiny did Grieve;</L>
<L>He Could not al&s;o give Thee long to Live.</L>
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<L>Yet, &s;ince <HI>Heavens</HI> Doom, no Fle&s;h from Death reprives;</L>
<L>Thou'rt Mourn'd by <HI>Scotlands</HI> Repre&s;entatives;</L>
<L>Thy Death makes <HI>York,</HI> our High <HI>Commi&s;&s;ioner</HI> Sad:</L>
<L>He, even more High, then ere our Nation had.</L>
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<L>To Pen Thy Prai&s;e, exceeds all Poets Skill;</L>
<L>And does require <HI>Apollo's</HI> Choi&s;e&s;t Quill;</L>
<L>Sure then <HI>Thy</HI> Name great Honour does obtain,</L>
<L>To whom the Highe&s;t Prai&s;es are but Mean.</L>
<L>Then Ble&s;t are You <HI>Coelestial</HI> Minds that move,</L>
<L>Unce&s;&s;antly the Spacious <HI>Orbs</HI> Above;</L>
<L>For if Your Toyl prove Irk&s;ome, You may Re&s;t,</L>
<L>And Tru&s;t Your work to this New <HI>Heavenly</HI> Gue&s;t.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>M. M.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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