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<HEAD>ELEGIE On the Much to be Lamented Death of the Right Honourable, ALEXANDER Lord REATH, One of His Maje&s;ties Mo&s;t Honourable Privy Council, and Exchequer, <HI>&amp;c. Departed this Life,</HI> March 21 1698.</HEAD>
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<L>IT &s;eems the Heavens begins to frown, the World draws near an end</L>
<L>When Wi&s;dom drops down to the Grave, that did this Land defend;</L>
<L>Great <HI>A'banie,</HI> go mourn a while, my Quil is droping Tears,</L>
<L>Thou lo&s;t not &s;uch a Friend I trow, no not this Hundred years;</L>
<L>Now Wi&s;dom, Charity and Love, put on your ragged Gown,</L>
<L>There is a Jewel very rich, this day, fall'n from your Crown!</L>
<L>The Voice of Poor, like Echo cryes, making a dolefull Sonnet,</L>
<L>Until the Council find a Head, that well can fill his Bonnet.</L>
<L>His Wi&s;dom lay in Silence long, until it got a Vent,</L>
<L>Like precious Oyntment gave a Smell, the King than for him &s;ent:</L>
<L>And gave him places Honourable, he did De&s;erve them All,</L>
<L>In future Ages for to come, will be Chrononical.</L>
<L>Dame Nature has been very bold, that Fram'd him at fir&s;t,</L>
<L>The Motto of his Emblem was, GOD &s;ayes, <HI>Be Good and Ju&s;t;</HI></L>
<L>And when he came into the World he was endu'd with Grace,</L>
<L>Than Rea&s;on did take hold thereon, and &s;at in Natures place:</L>
<L>Vertue &s;ent him to her Garden, to &s;ee what Flower he would pull,</L>
<L>There he puld Grace, like <HI>Aarons</HI> Rod, that buded ever &s;till:</L>
<L>Then Vertue fell in Love with him, 'cau&s;e he had cho&s;en the be&s;t,</L>
<L>She &s;ayes to Honour, follow him, he is my Real Gue&s;t.</L>
<L>When Vertue &s;aw that Honour went, and followed at his back,</L>
<L>Wi&s;dom cryes aloud, I will run with Truth, to be his Cloak:</L>
<L>And that will &s;erve him all his Life, what e're he can need,</L>
<L>But I'le defy the Univer&s;e to take from it one Threed:</L>
<L>As <HI>Solomon</HI> did Wi&s;dom choi&s;e, for to obey GOD's Will;</L>
<L>So I re&s;olv'd to follow him, and will do ever &s;till.</L>
<L>The Ark was of a curious Bulk, but was not very much.</L>
<L>Yet it contain'd the World great, yea and the Holy Church.</L>
<L>King <HI>David</HI> was but a little Man, Sober, but not <HI>Machia,</HI></L>
<L>Yet Wi&s;dom found him out a way, to kill the Great <HI>Golia.</HI></L>
<L>His Virtuous Per&s;on and its Worth, before Others to di&s;crive,</L>
<L>For Vertue, Wi&s;dom, Parts, and Grace, there's few like him alive:</L>
<L>His Wi&s;dom like the <HI>Jordans</HI> Flood o'reflow'd, refre&s;ht the Land,</L>
<L>His Council great as Oracles, but none could it with&s;tand.</L>
<L>He &s;pake in council like to <HI>Job,</HI> with out all kind of fear,</L>
<L>Gray Hairs ro&s;e up, and gave him prai&s;e, his Wi&s;dom did admire.</L>
<L>His Worthie Noble Family, even from their very Youth,</L>
<L>The whole Track of their Life has been to Suffer for the Truth:</L>
<L>Till <HI>Phoebus</HI> ro&s;e with mighty heat, in all his Radiant Beams,</L>
<L>They Sail'd the Goulf, again&s;t the Tyde, came to the Cry&s;tal Streams.</L>
<L>Now thy Succe&s;&s;our <HI>Leven</HI> Great, he is a Man Belov'd</L>
<L>In Council, State, and Mighty Warr, the King has him approv'd;</L>
<L>He did behave him&s;elf &s;o well abroad by Sea and Land,</L>
<L>Which made the King put him in Tru&s;t, Hye Keeper of <HI>SCOTLAND.</HI></L>
<L>Though now L: <HI>Reath</HI> lyes in this Tomb, according to GODS Will,</L>
<L>His Name and Fame continue &s;hal in future Ages &s;till.</L>
<L>You Seraphims and Cherabims, Salute him with a Ble&s;s,</L>
<L>He's gone from Earth to Heavens Glor, that truely Honour'd was,</L>
<L>Ten Thou&s;and Ages yet to come, is but to him one day.</L>
<L>That Beatiphick Vi&s;ion great, he will enjoy for aye.</L>
<L>As One of the Saints, all clade in White, upon Mount Zion Hill,</L>
<L>Through Ages of Eternity the Lamb will follow &s;till.</L>
<L>Tho Friends &s;hould make the Rivers run with Tears that's &s;hed below,</L>
<L>He will not ri&s;e for all their Cryes, till the la&s;t Trumpet blow.</L>
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