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<HEAD>AN ELEGY ON THE Right Reverend Father in God HUMPHRY, Lord Bi&s;hop of London, Lord <HI>Almoner.</HI> Who Departed this Life <DATE>the <HI>7th</HI> of <HI>October,</HI> 1675.</DATE></HEAD>
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<L>IS Pious <HI>Henchman</HI> Dead, then <HI>LONDON,</HI> thou</L>
<L>Did'&s;t never want more Tears than thou do&s;t now;</L>
<L>For if thy Grief could but retrieve him, then</L>
<L>A Sea of Tears &s;hould fetch him back agen;</L>
<L>Such the old Patriarch's were, with &s;uch a hand</L>
<L>They led their Flocks, and rul'd the Holy Land;</L>
<L>Such gentle Cro&s;iers weilded they, when fir&s;t</L>
<L>Their tender Lambs, and Pro&s;elites they Nur&s;t;</L>
<L>Guarding the Churches Pale by their &s;trict &s;way</L>
<L>From &s;acralegious <HI>Thief</HI> and <HI>Bea&s;t of Pray;</HI></L>
<L>Their Fences and Enclo&s;ures kept with Toyl</L>
<L>Secur'd their <HI>Dioce&s;s</HI> or <HI>Fold</HI> from &s;poyl;</L>
<L>Such once were they when in their Graves they &s;lept</L>
<L>And Company with none but Angels kept;</L>
<L>By them he drew a Pious Life, which mu&s;t</L>
<L>Like theirs, &s;mell &s;weet, though he be turn'd to Du&s;t;</L>
<L>He &s;har'd with them, be&s;ides their ancient Seat,</L>
<L>VVhat Primitive is Apo&s;tolick or Great;</L>
<L>Nor was his Life le&s;s comely or le&s;s clean</L>
<L>In his rece&s;s, than in his publick &s;cene;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e gay Adornments which Inrich'd his Mind</L>
<L>VVere not with Robes put off nor yet Confin'd;</L>
<L>To the Show-Day, and &s;o no Longer la&s;t</L>
<L>Than the Solemnity or Pomp was pa&s;t:</L>
<L>VVhen all di&s;mi&s;t, he laid a&s;ide his State,</L>
<L>His trayn of Virtues held their con&s;tant weight:</L>
<L>The truely Gallant keep their Court within,</L>
<L>And are Attended by a Trayn un&s;een;</L>
<L>Their Masks are &s;ecret and their Joys unknown,</L>
<L>Their greate&s;t Tryumphs are when all alone;</L>
<L>VVhat the be&s;t Prelate &s;hould be, was his due,</L>
<L>Their Orders rare, and Orders Glorious too.</L>
<L>No cruel Rancour harbour'd in his Bre&s;t,</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t Men of diff'rent Principles po&s;&s;e&s;t,</L>
<L>His Miter was his Shield, and not his Rod,</L>
<L>He lov'd them all that did but &s;erve his God.</L>
<L>In truth and in &s;incerity; allthough</L>
<L>He could not every Circum&s;tance allow</L>
<L>As to him&s;elf; yet quietly he cou'd</L>
<L>Di&s;pence with &s;mall things, &s;o their Lives were good;</L>
<L>Thus like our kind Creator he &s;urvey'd</L>
<L>VVhere we did well, and where from good we Stray'd:</L>
<L>But finding Piety, the thing de&s;ign'd,</L>
<L>Forgot our little Faults, and grew kind:</L>
<L>Yet this indulgence neither was not &s;uch</L>
<L>But that he &s;till took care of's Mother Church;</L>
<L>To keep up all her Splendor, all her Glory,</L>
<L>And leave her &s;iting them for future &s;tory.</L>
<L>He Lov'd her &s;o, as if &s;h' had been his Spou&s;e,</L>
<L>And like a VVife he kept her in his Hou&s;e:</L>
<L>That Hou&s;e of large Dimentions, who&s;e old Fame</L>
<L>Lays claim to <HI>London</HI> as her be&s;t Sirname;</L>
<L>Mauger all her Honour, heretofore</L>
<L>Could never boa&s;t of Temple to Adore</L>
<L>Th' Almighty in, till Rev'rend <HI>Henchman</HI> came</L>
<L>VVho&s;e Piety has much enhaunc'd her Fame.</L>
<L>Antiquity nor Cu&s;tom neither cou'd</L>
<L>Prevail with him to ju&s;tle out his God:</L>
<L>A Stately Chappel up he quickly</L>
<L>Shall &s;erve him for a Mau&s;olean Tomb:</L>
<L>But why alas do I thus wa&s;te my Breath,</L>
<L>He wants no Elegy, nor Epitaph;</L>
<L>But dur&s;t commit his Body as it lies,</L>
<L>To Tongues of living Men, not unborn Eyes.</L>
<L>VVhat profits thee a &s;heet of Lead, what good</L>
<L>If on thy Grave a Marble Quarry &s;tood.</L>
<L>Let tho&s;e that fear their Ri&s;ing purcha&s;e Vaults,</L>
<L>And &s;end their Statues to excu&s;e their faults,</L>
<L>VVhil&s;t thou a&s;&s;ured by thy ea&s;ie Du&s;t</L>
<L>Shall &s;pring at fir&s;t&mdash;</L>
<L>They wou'd not, tho they mu&s;t&mdash;</L>
<L>Nor needs the <HI>Grecian</HI> boa&s;t, who&s;e Pyramis</L>
<L>Above the Sacred Altar reared is;</L>
<L>For tho thy Body fill a narrow Room,</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt not change Deeds with him for his Tomb.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>J. Coniers. Anno Domini</HI> 1675.</P>
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