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<DATE>2009-01-04</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>Englands Tribute of Tears, On the Death of his Grace the DUKE of <HI>GRAFTON,</HI> Who received his Mortal Wound at the Siege of the City of <HI>Cork</HI> in <HI>Ireland,</HI> on <DATE>the 9th. of <HI>October,</HI> 1690.</DATE></HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune is, <HI>The Watch for a Wi&s;e Man's Ob&s;ervation:</HI> Or, <HI>Aim not too high.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>UNwelcome Tydings over-&s;preads the Land,</L>
<L>The Great, the Wi&s;e, the Iu&s;t do weeping &s;tand;</L>
<L>What is the cau&s;e of Loyal Subjects Tears,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Crys and Sorrows which invade our Ears.</L>
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<L>What Ca&s;tles, Towns or Cities have we lo&s;t,</L>
<L>Or hath the Rebels our good purpo&s;e cro&s;t?</L>
<L>Or hath our Valiant Warlike-Troops mi&s;led</L>
<L>Oh! no, the grief is that Great <HI>Grafton</HI>'s dead:</L>
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<L>Renowned Hero, who&s;e unhappy Fate</L>
<L>Vntimely Death his Days did terminate;</L>
<L>Who&s;e boyling Blood, like to the early Spring,</L>
<L>Ambitious was to &s;erve his Royal King.</L>
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<L>In&s;ulting Death, thus daring to &s;urprize</L>
<L>So great a Soul, could nothing le&s;s &s;uffice</L>
<L>Thy fami&s;h'd Iaws, but &s;uch a Hero bold,</L>
<L>Who &s;corn'd by Rebells for to be controul'd:</L>
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<L>And did the greate&s;t hazzards freely run,</L>
<L>And by his mighty Arm great things has done;</L>
<L>The Monuments and Rolls of la&s;ting Fame,</L>
<L>Shall Crown his Courage, Conduct, and his Name.</L>
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<L>The warlike <HI>Grafton</HI> did no labour &s;pare,</L>
<L>A Loyal Heart he in his Brea&s;t did bear;</L>
<L>Re&s;olving &s;till King <HI>William</HI>'s Cau&s;e to fight</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t <HI>France</HI> and <HI>Rome</HI> that wou'd oppo&s;e his right.</L>
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<L>The <HI>Dutch</HI> and <HI>French</HI> when they were both Engag'd,</L>
<L>He &s;ee the odds, which made him &s;oon Enrag'd;</L>
<L>And coming up, he did the <HI>French</HI> de&s;troy,</L>
<L>Thus kill'd the <HI>Mon&s;ieur</HI> and the poor <HI>Dear-Joy.</HI></L>
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<L>And thus the Fleet of <HI>France</HI> was forc'd to fly,</L>
<L>While <HI>Dutch</HI> and <HI>Engli&s;h,</HI> Crown'd with Victory,</L>
<L>Did fill the Enemy with dread and fear,</L>
<L>His true Heroick Courage did appear.</L>
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<L>And thus his Loyal Soul &s;till promp'd him too</L>
<L>The <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> Rebells, them for to pur&s;ue;</L>
<L>And to Cha&s;tize them for their Villany,</L>
<L>Again&s;t King <HI>Williams</HI> Crown and Dignity.</L>
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<L>Vnto the Siege of <HI>Cork</HI> he March'd with &s;peed,</L>
<L>Thus while he did his Warlike Forces lead,</L>
<L>The Fates upon our Valiant <HI>Hero</HI> frown'd,</L>
<L>For in this Battel he receiv'd a Wound,</L>
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<L>VVhereof he Dy'd, well may the Nation Mourn,</L>
<L>And all in tears pay Tribute to his Vrn.</L>
<L>His Life he lo&s;t, Religion to maintain,</L>
<L>And we &s;hall ne'r behold him here again.</L>
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<L>In a Religious Cau&s;e it was he fell,</L>
<L>Therefore we hope his Loyal Soul will dwell</L>
<L>Among&s;t ble&s;t Saints and Angels, to enjoy</L>
<L>True Bli&s;s, where Mortal Cares can't him annoy.</L>
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<L>All State and Glory of this pre&s;ent Life,</L>
<L>Incumber'd is with trouble, care and &s;trife;</L>
<L>On <HI>Fortunes</HI> re&s;tle&s;s VVaves we often &s;teer,</L>
<L>Meeting with many Di&s;appointments here.</L>
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<L>But happy is the Man that here can make</L>
<L>His Peace before the world he does for&s;ake,</L>
<L>As this mo&s;t Noble Duke we know has done,</L>
<L>His Eyes with true Repenting tears did run.</L>
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<L>VVe mu&s;t acknowledge Trouble he went through,</L>
<L>Yet like a Lamb he bid the world adieu;</L>
<L>And Angel did Conduct him on their VVings,</L>
<L>As a Rich Pre&s;ent to the King of Kings.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>J. Millet,</HI> at the <HI>Angel</HI> in <HI>Little-brittain.</HI></P>
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