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<HEAD>AN ELEGY On the DEATH of Sir NATHANAEL HERN, K^t^. An Eminent ALDERMAN of the City of LONDON, who Dyed on <DATE><HI>Saturday,</HI> the 16^t^h of this in&s;tant <HI>Augu&s;t,</HI> 1679.</DATE></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TRiumph, all you triumph, who never &s;ee</L>
<L>Without a triumph, falling Gallantry.</L>
<LG>
<L>Behold the&s;e Corps and triumph: Let &s;ome go,</L>
<L>Through <HI>France</HI> to <HI>Rome,</HI> and in their journy &s;how</L>
<L>How we do weep, and what doth cau&s;e our Woe.</L>
</LG>
<L>Let them report, how we do here Lament</L>
<L>At their Succe&s;s, while yet they'r innocent.</L>
<L>How Death doth li&s;t him&s;elf, while they &s;tand by,</L>
<L>Veiwing him championing for Popery.</L>
<LG>
<L>He doth their <HI>Stabs</HI> and <HI>Poi&s;ons</HI> &s;uper&s;ede;</L>
<L>They may confine their <HI>Daggers,</HI> have no need</L>
<L>To &s;harpen <HI>Poi&s;ons,</HI> to make Patriots bleed:</L>
</LG>
<L>Their work is taken from their hand, and they</L>
<L>See <HI>England</HI> falling, whil&s;t them&s;elves may play:</L>
<L>Their Engines are reliev'd, by him who&s;e Cour&s;e</L>
<L>Steals on, di&s;daining Vigilance and Force:</L>
<L>No Guards &s;urprize his Art, no Courts condemn</L>
<L>The Malice that Kills us, and Kills for them.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<LG>
<L>Since Fraud and Violence betray'd and &s;lew</L>
<L><HI>Godfrey</HI> (that word we may now well endow</L>
<L>With Power to &s;peak forth, what is great and true,)</L>
</LG>
<L>Since he was &s;o devour'd, by that fell thir&s;t;</L>
<L>And &s;o devour'd, becau&s;e he met it fir&s;t.</L>
<L><HI>England,</HI> I think, ne're &s;ummon'd was to Tears</L>
<L>By an Allarm, that &s;o expre&s;ly bears</L>
<L>All Characters of Grief upon its Air;</L>
<L>As this which now breaks in, and &s;trikes our Ear.</L>
<L>My Memory doth not rebuke my Tongue,</L>
<L>I think, no other can object, 'tis wrong.</L>
<L>Oh then! Let none appear in any face,</L>
<L>Which would not well become that &s;olemn Place,</L>
<L>In which that Body lies, which not long &s;ince</L>
<L>As urgently did challenge Reverence,</L>
<L>As it now calls for Grief: it loud doth call,</L>
<L>It is the Relict of that manly Soul,</L>
<L>Which Worth fil'd up, and greatn'd, it broke forth</L>
<L>In all his Acts, they Dictates were of Worth:</L>
<LG>
<L>This did inform his Soul, inform his Place,</L>
<L>And did adju&s;t him to his Sphere; this Grace</L>
<L>Mov'd in his works, in an Heroic Pace.</L>
</LG>
<L>Like &s;ome good Angel, managing his Feet</L>
<L>To Paths, where Honour his Approach did greet.</L>
<L>He to this Conduct did Obedience pay;</L>
<L>Allways did ask, always did tread this way:</L>
<L>Or rather in this Path his Man&s;ion rear'd,</L>
<L>And being once planted, allways here appear'd.</L>
<L>Did you find him? this way your Eys you &s;teerd.</L>
<L>Yet Honour he ne're woo'd, but did e&s;pou&s;e</L>
<L>Virtue, and Honour waited in itts Hou&s;e.</L>
<L>It &s;aw and prai&s;d him, for he never &s;tray'd</L>
<L>From his cha&s;t Vows; this he lov'd, this him &s;way'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Reflect all you, who&s;e Conver&s;e made him yours;</L>
<L>(I'le not add Fuel to his Kindreds Grief</L>
<L>May Heaven unto it, lend its &s;weet Reliefe)</L>
<L>Collect, pronounce what my Report &s;ecures.</L>
<L>I'me &s;ure the Store is great from whence you may</L>
<L>Call Proofs, t' atte&s;t my Truth, his Gallantry.</L>
<L>You know his Speech which Privacy conceal'd:</L>
<L>For what was Public, Fame to all reveal'd.</L>
<LG>
<L>You &s;aw high Excellence it &s;elf di&s;play,</L>
<L>Seeing his Mind, in his words ope its way,</L>
<L>This deckt his Speech with a mo&s;t con&s;tant Ray.</L>
</LG>
<L>You were led to that Clo&s;et, where did &s;tand</L>
<L>The wonderful Effects of Virtues Hand:</L>
<LG>
<L>You &s;aw, admir'd what your Eys did fill,</L>
<L>The noble Products of Cele&s;tial skill,</L>
<L>No darkning Tincture, of ought ba&s;e or ill.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You knew him to condole his Country's woe</L>
<L>In his large Pro&s;pect veiwing Blood to flow</L>
<L>Bound for our Coa&s;t in a tumultuous Throe.</L>
</LG>
<L>He greiv'd to &s;ee Unfaithfulne&s;s in th' Arms</L>
<L>Which &s;hould defend his <HI>Dear Prince</HI> from the harms</L>
<L>He did incur, when he for us &s;tem'd &s;torms.</L>
<LG>
<L>He &s;aw Darts pointed towards his Back, whil&s;t Zeal</L>
<L>For <HI>England's</HI> good, enjoy'd his Face to dwell</L>
<L>There where the Breach, was making on our Weal</L>
</LG>
<L>He &s;tartled at this &s;ight, made Heaven to hear</L>
<L>The &s;ad Re&s;entments, &s;tarted by his Fear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You, that do know the&s;e things, Proclaim 'em all;</L>
<L>Let <HI>London</HI> &s;ee what fell when he did fall:</L>
<L>Pourtray him to the Age, which wants him &s;till,</L>
<L>And let it &s;ee, what will upbraid its Ill.</L>
<L>Sow the&s;e Relations, with unwearyed Hands;</L>
<L>Labour to cultivate our Barren Lands.</L>
<L>Rever&s;e this great Mortality of Faith:</L>
<L>Enliven Vertues A&s;hes with your Breath.</L>
<L>Dear GOD! which do'&s;t his worth Remand and Crown,</L>
<L>Redeem ours from its dark Oppre&s;&s;ion;</L>
<L>Tho Sowr'd by Sin, let it retrieve its lo&s;s.</L>
<L>Let it heave off its dull inveterate dro&s;s.</L>
<L>Let it &s;o &s;parkle forth, that <HI>Papi&s;ts</HI> may</L>
<L>Find their Eyes dazled, when they aim at Prey.</L>
<L>And may Return to <HI>Rome,</HI> and there Declare</L>
<L>And Cur&s;e, <HI>HERN'S</HI> La&s;t Breath, which Perfum'd our Air.</L>
<L>If we dont thus Improve his Lo&s;s, e're long</L>
<L>You'l hear a <HI>Shaftsbury,</HI> or <HI>Player's</HI> gone.</L>
<L>All Manhood will renounce our Land, and then,</L>
<L>Owls, Dragons, Satyrs, will make it their Scene:</L>
<L>You do beat off your Guards, your hands di&s;own,</L>
<L>And your &s;elves Pro&s;trate to De&s;truction.</L>
<LG>
<L>You Bind your &s;elves, and on the Altar lay</L>
<L>Your Rights, and Importune the Fatal day,</L>
<L>Clearing before-hand him that &s;hall you &s;lay</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who then takes up the Standard which <HI>HERN</HI> bore,</L>
<L>To face outragious Vices Swelling Power?</L>
<LG>
<L>If all that can't blame <HI>HERN'S</HI> Life would agree</L>
<L>To follow it, this pre&s;ent Age would &s;ee</L>
<L>The Dirt clear'd, the next wonder at the &s;tream's Purity:</L>
</LG>
<L>How great a Beauty will our Land put on,</L>
<L>Would't not for&s;tal the Conflagration?</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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