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<HEAD>AN ELEGIE ON His Grace the Illu&s;trious CHARLES STUART, Duke of Richmond and Lenox, &amp;c. Amba&s;&s;ador Extraordinary to the Crovvn of Denmark.</HEAD>
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<L>IS this the News w<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> expected from the Fro&s;t?</L>
<L>The Fatal Tidings that Great <HI>Richmond</HI>'s lo&s;t:</L>
<L>Behold I how <HI>Brittains</HI> Genius &s;hiv'ring lies,</L>
<L>And trickling Icecles drew from its Eyes;</L>
<L>A &s;udden Damp has &s;eiz'd its &s;pirits, and all</L>
<L>Our hopes are Fro&s;tnipt in's untimely fall:</L>
<L>Did <HI>Northern</HI> Stars there &s;o &s;everely Raign</L>
<L>Not to be Countercheck'd by <HI>Charles</HI> his Wayn?</L>
<L>Could not the Soveraign Sta<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;o guard his Heart</L>
<L>To gain &s;ome little re&s;pite from Deaths Datt?</L>
<L>That <HI>A&s;ter'i&s;me</HI> for tho&s;e high born and bred</L>
<L>A Monarchs mark on men who&s;e parts h'as red:</L>
<L>'Twas &s;ubtly done, Oh Fate I thus to &s;urpriz:</L>
<L>Him out of reach of his Cha&s;te Con&s;orts eyes;</L>
<L>From her Life-breathing Lips had one Ki&s;s come</L>
<L>'T had cal'd him back, and &s;o rever&s;t his Doom:</L>
<L>Grief's &s;ables now &s;urround the gloomy Room,</L>
<L>And Sighs like Incen&s;e cloud it with Perfume</L>
<L>From Her &s;weet breath; whil&s;t her two Panting Brea&s;ts,</L>
<L>Like little mournful Birds droop in their Ne&s;ts:</L>
<L>The Funeral Tapers burn, but with dim Light,</L>
<L>Naught but her Eyes, beneath her Vail, &s;hines bright.</L>
<L>To rugged <HI>Charon</HI> &s;he makes gentle moan,</L>
<L>Calmely to wa&s;t the Deare&s;t Reliques home</L>
<L>From cruel <HI>De mark</HI>'s Shoar; Hark I how &s;he charms</L>
<L>The Churl, to the Elizium of her Arms,</L>
<L>To bring the twice cold Corps; That her Sighs may</L>
<L>With Floods of Tears &s;often his &s;tiffned Clay;</L>
<L>Let none into her pre&s;ence dare t'Intrude</L>
<L>Once to di&s;turb her graceful &s;olitude:</L>
<L>She needs none of your help, let her alone,</L>
<L>The Turtle by her &s;elf loves to bemoan.</L>
<L>She has no lei&s;ure yet, t' adhere to Fame,</L>
<L>Who mu&s;t high Stories tell of His Great Name;</L>
<L>For Fame her &s;elf mu&s;t court her lofty Ear,</L>
<L>For a fit time when &s;he is pleas'd to hear</L>
<L>Her large Di&s;cour&s;e of all that he hath done,</L>
<L>Since the fir&s;t Scene of his great part begun.</L>
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<L>Yet give me leave, Great Dutche&s;s to let fall</L>
<L>The &s;hady Curtain of his Funeral;</L>
<L>And draw in brief to the Worlds wondring Eye</L>
<L>Your Noble Dukes &s;till living Effigie.</L>
<L>He was a Man&mdash;('s Death! That I could not &s;ay</L>
<L>He was a Man) but moulded of the Clay</L>
<L>Of Natures pure&s;t Ma&s;s, fraught with a mind</L>
<L>For his &s;o brittle body too Refin'd;</L>
<L>And therefore unto <HI>Denmark</HI> was he &s;ent,</L>
<L>As none more fit, His King to Repre&s;ent.</L>
<L>Yet would not Death Vail to's High Character,</L>
<L>To &s;hew that <HI>S&V;CH,</HI> like <HI>KINGS</HI> &s;till Mortal are:</L>
<L>Though in His Death he has as much to Boa&s;t,</L>
<L>As tho&s;e that &s;eem'd at Home to &s;erve him mo&s;t.</L>
<L>Thus left he all his <HI>SERVICES</HI> on &s;core</L>
<L>Un&s;um'd, Deny'd by Fate, to make them <HI>MORE.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>Phillip Brooksby,</HI> 1673.</P>
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