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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY On the Lamented Death of the mo&s;t Illu&s;trious Prince&s;s, ANNE Dutche of YORK, &amp;c. <HI>Who departed this Life (after a long indi&s;po&s;ition of <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="2 letters">dy) upon</HI> <DATE>Friday <HI>the Thirty fir&s;t of March,</HI> 1671.</DATE></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat ailes the Court? what is it It bemoans?</L>
<L>Each angle &s;o abounds with <HI>&s;ighs &amp; groans:</HI></L>
<L>Is this a Prologue to &s;ome Tragedy?</L>
<L>Or is the Worlds great Di&s;&s;olution nigh?</L>
<L>Or doth one better then the VVorld now dye?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis <HI>York</HI>'s great <HI>Dutche&s;s</HI> dies; <HI>Death,</HI> thou'rt unkind</L>
<L>To crop the <HI>Flower,</HI> and leave the <HI>Weeds</HI> behind;</L>
<L>If thou thy &s;overaign power needs mu&s;t &s;how,</L>
<L>Go take whole Millions to the &s;hades below</L>
<L>Of <HI>Common &s;ort,</HI> let &s;uch thy power know.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But when to <HI>Princes</HI> Beds thou do&s;t draw near,</L>
<L>To &s;way thy <HI>Seepter</HI> in their Royal Spheare,</L>
<L>Thou do&s;t proclaim, that earthly <HI>Gods</HI> mu&s;t die,</L>
<L>And in the du&s;t with <HI>common Mortals</HI> lie.</L>
<L>As fatal objects of Mortalitie.</L>
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<LG>
<L>So fals the Cedar with the tender Gra&s;s,</L>
<L>So Heroes o're the <HI>Stygian Lake</HI> do pa&s;s,</L>
<L>VVith the poor Captive that doth to it creep;</L>
<L>Princes with Pea&s;ants quietly do &s;leep,</L>
<L>For <HI>Death</HI> his <HI>Court of Equitie</HI> doth keep.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Vertue no more mu&s;t in this Sex be &s;ought,</L>
<L>Save what i'th' pattern of the <HI>Queen</HI> is taught.</L>
<L>For &s;ince this Prince&s;s bids the world adieu,</L>
<L>Vertue <HI>A&s;trea</HI>-like to Heaven flew,</L>
<L>And but one Royal Copy to pur&s;ue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor can that Sex longer of Vertues boa&s;t,</L>
<L>Theirs are but Pebles to the Gemme they've lo&s;t,</L>
<L>And while&s;t with Foyles theirs but deceive the eye,</L>
<L>Hers Diamond-like through &s;able curtains prie,</L>
<L>And with new lu&s;tre now adorn the skie.</L>
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<LG>
<L>She now above Cele&s;tial <HI>Orbs</HI> doth &s;hine,</L>
<L>Excelling their lu&s;tre, &s;hould they all combine;</L>
<L>And now in ble&s;&s;ed <HI>Paradi&s;e</HI> is &s;et</L>
<L>A Jewel fit for &s;uch a Cabinet:</L>
<L>May we by Her example thither get.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Nor need we fear &s;hee'd vi&s;it us again,</L>
<L>If they proud of Her, did Her not detain,</L>
<L>VVith <HI>Halalujah</HI>'s did Her Breath expire,</L>
<L>And now with Saints &s;he &s;ings in <HI>Heavens</HI> ble&s;t <HI>Quire,</HI></L>
<L>And big with prai&s;e, doth to that <HI>Throne</HI> a&s;pire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Into &s;ome doleful Grove let's now retire,</L>
<L>And there our grief-&s;well'd Lungs in &s;ighs &s;u&s;pire;</L>
<L>Could but our Eyes to Seas converted be,</L>
<L>Wee'd &s;oon exhale out that humiditie,</L>
<L>And draine them with our tears to &s;iccitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That thence-from we may &s;acred water have</L>
<L>Enough to moi&s;ten the too early Grave</L>
<L>Of Her who&s;e death hath &s;truck us dead with fears,</L>
<L>For every one a <HI>Niobe</HI> appears,</L>
<L>Wee're all <HI>Heraclitus</HI>'s by our tears.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Each Lady drowns with tears her &s;parkling Eyes,</L>
<L>Becoming Martyrs to Griefs cruelties.</L>
<L>Thus all bemoan the lo&s;s of her who&s;e State</L>
<L>Is now mo&s;t happy, why &s;hould we blame our fate?</L>
<L>And weep in vain, &s;ince it is now too late.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Yet this we know, &s;hould Mortals but forbear</L>
<L>To &s;peak her <HI>Vertues,</HI> and her <HI>Worth</HI> declare,</L>
<L>The Immortal Angels would her <HI>Merits</HI> tell,</L>
<L>And let the world know, how &s;he them excel,</L>
<L>But this, ala&s;s, the world knows too too well.</L>
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