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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>ON THE DEATH OF HER ILLUSTRIOUS GRACE ANNE Dutche&s;s-Dowager of Albemarle, Who Sickned with, and Dyed twenty dayes after the Duke Her Husband; He the Third of <HI>January,</HI> and She the Twenty third of the &s;ame Moneth, 1669.</HEAD>
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<L>SCarce had I breath'd the DUKES Elogium</L>
<L>In panting <HI>Pro&s;e,</HI> before a Second Doom</L>
<L>Invok'd my Genius to appear in <HI>Ver&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>And offer Incen&s;e to His DUTCHESS Her&s;e;</L>
<L>Though Her Embalming needeth here no more</L>
<L>Then Gold in <HI>Peru,</HI> or a Map on Shore.</L>
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<LG>
<L>A Dame of <HI>deep</HI> Endowments, and more true</L>
<L><HI>Intrin&s;ique</HI> value than the <HI>Dull</HI> Age knew.</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Zeal</HI> and <HI>Loyalty</HI> through the Realm did ring,</L>
<L>Fervent to GOD, and Cordial to the <HI>King.</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Oeconomique</HI> and Dome&s;tique Cares</L>
<L>Proclaim'd her <HI>Prudence</HI> in her own Affairs,</L>
<L>Which with Her <HI>Frugal-Conduct,</HI> might ingage</L>
<L>Th' Examples of mo&s;t Madams of our Age,</L>
<L>Who wrack their wealth on Riots, and con&s;ume</L>
<L>Whole Seigniories in<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">inting and Perfume.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But I'le not Satyrize, nor bla&s;t my Bayes</L>
<L>With their Reproches, which mu&s;t Crown <HI>Her</HI> Prai&s;e;</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>&V;n&s;tain'd Name, Clear Innocence,</HI> and <HI>Truth</HI></L>
<L>(The Green Ingredients of her Vernal youth)</L>
<L>Increa&s;ing with her, did corroborate</L>
<L>The Growing Graces of her <HI>Greatned State,</HI></L>
<L>Which, like <HI>tall Trees</HI> did from <HI>low Roots</HI> produce</L>
<L>Fruits of more Sub&s;tance, and of &s;weeter Juice:</L>
<L>Witne&s;s Her <HI>Secret Alms</HI> well &s;een and known</L>
<L>In our Horizon, though no <HI>Trump</HI> were <HI>blown,</HI></L>
<L>Which &s;ham'd their Charity, and &s;uch Zealots chid,</L>
<L>Who&s;e left-hand reckons what their right-hand did.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Nor did that <HI>Grandeur</HI> on Her Husbands &s;ide,</L>
<L>Or Her own <HI>Fullne&s;s</HI> &s;well her into Pride,</L>
<L>Who both the difference, and Decorum knew</L>
<L>'Twixt a <HI>great Dutche&s;s</HI> and <HI>good Chri&s;tian</HI> too.</L>
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<L><HI>Compa&s;&s;ionate</HI> &s;he was, and humbly prone</L>
<L>To Conde&s;cention in her highe&s;t Zone:</L>
<L>Thus the <HI>Sun</HI> &s;hines alike, and &s;heds his &s;howrs</L>
<L>On Barren Heaths, as well as Beds of Flowrs.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Friendly</HI> to all, and affable to tho&s;e,</L>
<L>If not the <HI>Churches,</HI> and great CHARLES his Foes:</L>
<L>Her <HI>Constant Soul</HI> di&s;deining to comply</L>
<L>When Hope lay low, and Anarchy pearch'd high,</L>
<L>And mo&s;t Mens Bowls ran bia&s;&s;'d to the Times,</L>
<L>Crowns with their Scepters being counted Crimes;</L>
<L>Of &s;uch Tran&s;cendency as never wou'd</L>
<L>Admit of expiation but by Blood.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Then</HI> like &s;ome Star in this Cymmerian night</L>
<L>Of Error, did Her Loyalty &s;hine bright,</L>
<L>And with unwearied Indu&s;try, and pain,</L>
<L>Strive to bring home three Realms on <HI>Charles</HI> his <HI>Wain.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Scotland</HI> invelopt in a Mi&s;t, felt then</L>
<L>The Influence of Her Tongue, and Brothers Pen,</L>
<L>Which &s;teel'd the Sword, new-formed in the Forge</L>
<L>Of <HI>England</HI>'s Champion truer than ST. GEORGE.</L>
<L>And as &s;ome weightier <HI>Horologe</HI> impow'rs</L>
<L>The Exterior Gnomen to direct his howrs,</L>
<L>Though that <HI>Automaton</HI> too, both heard and &s;een,</L>
<L>Is actuated by occult Pow'rs within:</L>
<L>So in that <HI>Grand Affair,</HI> each Spring and Lock</L>
<L>Lent life and vigour to this <HI>Vocal Clock,</HI></L>
<L>Which <HI>&s;triking</HI> in &s;uch &s;ea&s;on, did confound</L>
<L>Our BABEL-STATE allarum'd at the Sound,</L>
<L>Whence waking Royali&s;ts ro&s;e to pay their due:</L>
<L>Thanks joyntly (Madam) to ble&s;t <HI>GEORGE</HI> and <HI>YO&V;.</HI></L>
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<L>And mu&s;t <HI>You Two</HI> &s;o tamely now retire</L>
<L>From the Worlds Theater, who&s;e Souls gave Fire</L>
<L><HI>Prometheus-like,</HI> to three inanimate</L>
<L>Cadaverous KINGDOMS, buried in a <HI>State?</HI></L>
<L>Mu&s;t You Both mixed, co-interred lie</L>
<L>In the &s;ame <HI>Monument,</HI> who Both did die</L>
<L>In the &s;ame <HI>Month?</HI> Thus Heav'n and Earth thought ju&s;t</L>
<L>You &s;hould not be divided in your Du&s;t,</L>
<L>Whom neither Sickne&s;s, Life, nor Death could part,</L>
<L>Both Individual in each others Heart.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And though Illu&s;trious Madam YOU can't Re&s;t</L>
<L>In a more glorious Shrine than in His Brea&s;t;</L>
<L>Yet 'twere great pity that a &s;ingle Grave</L>
<L>Should Confine HIM, who well de&s;erv'd to have</L>
<L>Three Kingdoms for his CLOYSTER, and have been</L>
<L>Pourtray'd in, CHURCHES, as was that good Queen;</L>
<L>Were but brave <HI>Londons</HI> Patriots put in tru&s;t</L>
<L>To pay this Duty to their Champions Du&s;t,</L>
<L>The voice of who&s;e <HI>Loud Actions</HI> &s;hall &s;trike dumb</L>
<L>The Pre&s;ent, and amu&s;e the Age to come.</L>
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<P>Imprinted at <HI>LONDON, Anno Dom.</HI> 1669.</P>
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