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<HEAD>AN ELEGY Upon the MARQUESS of DORCHESTER, And EARL of KINGSTON, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><ADD>6. May. 1681:</ADD></DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>IF to &s;ome Silent Tomb we laid our Ear,</L>
<L>Fancy might &s;uch Oraculous Whi&s;pers hear;</L>
<L>Mu&s;t Souls with Bodies dye? mu&s;t Virtue ru&s;t?</L>
<L>And Honour peri&s;h in a bed of du&s;t?</L>
<L>If of Nine Mu&s;es Eight were faln a&s;leep,</L>
<L>One might &s;tand Centry, and the Capitol keep;</L>
<L>'Tis I that One, weep o're a Learned Her&s;e;</L>
<L>Some will my Duty prai&s;e, tho' not my Ver&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Farewel Great DORCHESTER born to Inherit</L>
<L>Thy Father's large E&s;tate, but larger Spirit:</L>
<L>Who fatally by his Own Party &s;lain,</L>
<L>Was by Your Loyalty reviv'd again.</L>
<L>'Twas You maintain'd his dying Cau&s;e and Breath,</L>
<L>Eluding all the Fallacies of Death:</L>
<L>Doubly po&s;&s;e&s;t his Merit and E&s;tate,</L>
<L>By right of Primogeniture and Fate.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But now the Kingdom with &s;trange Whirlwinds to&s;t,</L>
<L>And fatal <HI>Na&s;eby</HI> after Triumph lo&s;t;</L>
<L>The King (Saint-like) into Temptation led,</L>
<L>From profe&s;t Foes, to Friends le&s;s Faithful fled.</L>
<L><HI>Oxford</HI> is clo&s;e begirt, Stout hearts grow tender,</L>
<L>And Loyal Pul&s;es beat for a Surrender.</L>
<L>Then did our Marque&s;s, (to his High Renown)</L>
<L>Bravely advi&s;e &s;till to defend the Town?</L>
<L>If Heaven pleas'd, for His Maje&s;ties Future good,</L>
<L>Worthy the Ran&s;om of more Lives and Blood.</L>
<L>You were its greate&s;t Ornament and Grace;</L>
<L>Lov'd be&s;t, becau&s;e be&s;t under&s;tood the Place.</L>
<L>You comprehended in Epitomy,</L>
<L>The Learning of that great Academy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Al&s;tedian</HI> thoughts are narrow and confin'd,</L>
<L>Compar'd to the Va&s;t Circle of your mind;</L>
<L>Which, like that Fir&s;t Intelligence above,</L>
<L>Did all Inferiour Orbs contain and move.</L>
<L>Philo&s;ophy here, (both Moral and Divine)</L>
<L>Did with the Lu&s;tre of all Graces &s;hine;</L>
<L>Here Law did in its Inner-Temple dwell,</L>
<L>With Mathematicks to a Miracle.</L>
<L>Here Opticks &s;hin'd, here <HI>Jacob's</HI> powerful Wand</L>
<L>Did all the Armies of the Stars Command:</L>
<L>Survey'd both Globes, and wi&s;ely took from thence</L>
<L>Ju&s;t Mea&s;ures for his High Magnificence.</L>
<L>Whereas &s;ome, (clog'd with Earth and Ignorance)</L>
<L>Can ill adju&s;t their own Inheritance.</L>
<L>T'improve the barren Theory of the&s;e,</L>
<L>In &s;teps great <HI>Galen</HI> and <HI>Hippocrates,</HI></L>
<L>You judg'd (tho' Envy might its Poi&s;on dart)</L>
<L>There cou'd be no di&s;paragement in Art.</L>
<L>Your Charitable <HI>Dodonean</HI> door</L>
<L>Sent Echoes to the Prayers of the Poor.</L>
<L>Your well-&s;pread Table &s;till for Gue&s;ts did call,</L>
<L>Was Charities great Bur&s;e and Ho&s;pital.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Gue&s;ts (amid&s;t Philo&s;ophy and meat)</L>
<L>(More Ear than Appetite) forgot to eat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But the&s;e Perfections (Glorious in their Sphere)</L>
<L>May make us Famous, not Immortal here.</L>
<L>Both Small and Great, Learn'd and Unlearned mu&s;t</L>
<L>Submit their Talents to be weigh'd in du&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Now DORCHESTER, Great DORCHESTER is dead,</L>
<L>And all his Parts laid Level with his Head.</L>
<L>But though his Years &s;umm'd up the Age of man,</L>
<L>Largely extended to a Giant's Span;</L>
<L>It might &s;ome Circum&s;tances interpo&s;e</L>
<L>(Like latter Fro&s;ts) and kill a drooping Ro&s;e.</L>
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<LG>
<L>This Turtle mi&s;s'd his deare&s;t <HI>KATHARINE,</HI></L>
<L>As Good, as Great; and only not the <HI>Q&V;EEN;</HI></L>
<L>Divorc'd by Death from his mo&s;t Saint-like Wife,</L>
<L>His Pal&s;y'd Soul allow'd but half a Life.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then you that wonder at his Matchle&s;s Parts,</L>
<L>Acknowledge Love above the Power of Arts.</L>
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<BYLINE>By <HI>JO. CRO&V;CH,</HI> once his Dome&s;tick Servant.</BYLINE>
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<P><HI>LONDON</HI> Printed and are to be Sold by <HI>Walter Davis.</HI></P>
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