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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGIE Sacred to the Memory of Sir Edmund-bury Godfrey Knight; Who&s;e Body was lately found Barbarou&s;ly Murthered, and &s;ince Honourably Interr'd, <DATE>the 31th of <HI>October,</HI> 1678.</DATE></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>AN ELEGIE! forbear: who ere <HI>profanes</HI></L>
<L>This <HI>la&s;ting Name</HI> with cheap unhallowed &s;trains,</L>
<L>Commits a <HI>Murther</HI> &s;econd to their Guilt,</L>
<L>By who&s;e <HI>infernal Hands</HI> his Blood was &s;pilt.</L>
<L>So va&s;t a <HI>Merit,</HI> and &s;o &s;trange a <HI>Fate,</HI></L>
<L>Mu&s;t not be <HI>Blazon'd</HI> at the common Rate;</L>
<L>With <HI>mercenary</HI> Rhyme, <HI>Set-forms</HI> of Prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Or <HI>&s;tale</HI> Applau&s;es which bold Flatterers rai&s;e</L>
<L>To <HI>pin</HI> upon &s;ome Her&s;e, who&s;e waiting throng</L>
<L><HI>Mourn</HI> onely 'cau&s;e the party liv'd <HI>&s;o long.</HI></L>
<L>Tho&s;e <HI>cu&s;tomary Sighs</HI> have here no part;</L>
<L>We Weep <HI>in earne&s;t,</HI> and untaught by Art.</L>
<L><HI>Slight Griefs</HI> may &s;peak aloud; but tho&s;e that come</L>
<L>From <HI>deep</HI> Re&s;entments of our Lo&s;s, are dumb.</L>
<L>As when fierce <HI>Thunder</HI> the Worlds Poles doth &s;hake,</L>
<L>Or Winds <HI>break Jail,</HI> and make the Earth to quake:</L>
<L>Mortals amaz'd, can &s;carce expre&s;e their Fears;</L>
<L>But onely court Heav'ns aid with &s;ilent Prayers:</L>
<L>So <HI>this dire Fact</HI> (which equal Terrour brought)</L>
<L><HI>Sti&s;les</HI> our <HI>Rea&s;on,</HI> and <HI>Benums</HI> our <HI>Thought.</HI></L>
<LG>
<L>A <HI>Chilling Horrour</HI> thrils through every Vein;</L>
<L>Each hone&s;t man by <HI>Sympathy</HI> is &s;lain,</L>
<L>Or feels with <HI>Him,</HI> though not the <HI>Death,</HI> the <HI>pain.</HI></L>
</LG>
<L>'Tis dangerous to be Good: well may we prai&s;e</L>
<L><HI>Vertue</HI> or <HI>Innocence;</HI> but who can rai&s;e</L>
<L>A pow'r that &s;hall <HI>&s;ecure</HI> them, or with&s;tand</L>
<L>Th'A&s;&s;a&s;&s;inations of a <HI>bloody</HI> Hand?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He who&s;e <HI>clear Life</HI> might an Example be</L>
<L>Of upright <HI>Ju&s;tice,</HI> generous <HI>Charity;</HI></L>
<L>That <HI>publique &s;pirit</HI> that laid out his Store</L>
<L><HI>T'employ</HI> and cheri&s;h all <HI>indu&s;trious</HI> Poor;</L>
<L>And ne'r with any did a Feud profe&s;s,</L>
<L>But bu&s;ie <HI>Trea&s;on,</HI> and lewd <HI>Idlene&s;s:</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e Actions were not fram'd meerly for &s;ight,</L>
<L>Like artful Pieces plac'd in a fit light,</L>
<L>That they may take at di&s;tance; but appear</L>
<L>Mo&s;t <HI>fair</HI> when you ob&s;erve them mo&s;t, and <HI>near.</HI></L>
<LG>
<L>This LOYAL PATRIOT, by untimely Fate,</L>
<L>And <HI>ba&s;e&s;t cruelties</HI> of unju&s;t Hate,</L>
<L>Falls as a <HI>Victim</HI> for the Church and State.</L>
</LG>
<L>Could we have &s;een with what <HI>compo&s;ed Eyes</HI></L>
<L>He entertain'd th'a&s;toni&s;hing <HI>&s;urprize;</HI></L>
<L>How he with <HI>Chri&s;tian grandeur</HI> did engage</L>
<L>Their &s;harpe&s;t Malice, and their utmo&s;t Rage;</L>
<L>T'had fill'd our mindes with thoughts <HI>enlarg'd</HI> and <HI>high,</HI></L>
<L>And taught <HI>unhappy Heroes</HI> how to die.</L>
<L>Methinks t'ob&s;erve how <HI>Vertue</HI> draws faint breath,</L>
<L>Subject to <HI>Slanders, Plots,</HI> and <HI>Violent Death;</HI></L>
<L>How many <HI>dangers</HI> on <HI>be&s;t</HI> actions wait,</L>
<L>Right check'd by <HI>Wrongs,</HI> and ill men <HI>fortunate:</HI></L>
<L>The&s;e mov'd Effects from an <HI>unmoved</HI> Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Might &s;hake an ea&s;ie <HI>Faith;</HI> Heav'ns &s;acred Laws</L>
<L>Might <HI>ca&s;ual</HI> &s;eem, and our irregular Sen&s;e</L>
<L>Spurn at ju&s;t <HI>Order,</HI> and blame <HI>Providence:</HI></L>
<L>Did we not know, there's an <HI>adored Will</HI></L>
<L>In all that happs to Men, or <HI>Good,</HI> or <HI>Ill,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Suffer'd,</HI> or <HI>&s;ent;</HI> and what is Man to pry,</L>
<L>Into th'Aby&s;s of &s;uch a My&s;tery?</L>
<L>The Ri&s;ing <HI>Sun</HI> to mortal &s;ight reveals</L>
<L>This lower Globe; but the bright <HI>Stars</HI> conceals.</L>
<L>So may our <HI>Sen&s;e</HI> di&s;cover <HI>natural</HI> things;</L>
<L>But tho&s;e <HI>Divine</HI> &s;oar above <HI>Humane</HI> Wings.</L>
<L>Then not the <HI>Fate,</HI> but Fates bad <HI>In&s;trument</HI></L>
<L>Let us accu&s;e, in each &s;ad accident.</L>
<L>Good men mu&s;t <HI>die:</HI> Rapes, Ince&s;t MURTHERS come;</L>
<L>But <HI>Woe</HI> and <HI>Cur&s;es</HI> follow them by whom.</L>
<L>God Authors all mens <HI>Actions,</HI> not their <HI>Sin;</HI></L>
<L>For that proceeds from <HI>dev'li&s;h Lu&s;t</HI> within.</L>
<L>Nor let the <HI>barbarous Actors</HI> hug their Crime,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they <HI>lurk</HI> concealed for a time:</L>
<L>Heav'n <HI>&s;ees,</HI> and will expo&s;e what they have done,</L>
<L>No doubt, ere long, to <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> and the Sun.</L>
<L>Mean time, loaded with <HI>Blood,</HI> Horrour, and Fears,</L>
<L>And that which crowns all Villany, <HI>De&s;pair;</HI></L>
<L>May they po&s;&s;e&s;s their PURGATORY here,</L>
<L>And as <HI>Cains</HI> &s;in, &s;o his <HI>Self-tortures</HI> bear.</L>
<L>May they the wounding <HI>&s;tripes</HI> of Con&s;cience feel,</L>
<L>That la&s;hes <HI>Guilt</HI> with whips of <HI>flaming</HI> &s;teel,</L>
<L>So long, till they &s;hall count <HI>Deaths</HI> pains far <HI>le&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>freely</HI> come the Murther to confe&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But as when <HI>&s;tinking Exhalations</HI> ri&s;e,</L>
<L>And with <HI>black &s;torms</HI> invade the purer &s;kies;</L>
<L>They cann't <HI>put out</HI> the Sun, though <HI>hide</HI> his Rays,</L>
<L>Which quickly he more <HI>gloriou&s;ly</HI> di&s;plays:</L>
<L>So the&s;e <HI>vile hands</HI> in their Revenge are poor;</L>
<L>In murthering <HI>Him,</HI> their <HI>Cau&s;e</HI> they murther more.</L>
<L><HI>Hells</HI> Agents do but ha&s;ten him <HI>Heav'ns</HI> way,</L>
<L>And <HI>Pow'rs of darkne&s;s</HI> antedate his <HI>day.</HI></L>
<L>In vain, in vain, is all their cur&s;ed &s;pight:</L>
<L>He &s;till <HI>&s;urvives</HI> in Fields of bli&s;sful light,</L>
<L>And with a <HI>pitying &s;mile</HI> from thence looks down,</L>
<L>Ennobled with a <HI>Martyrs</HI> brighter Crown;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t at th'<HI>Interment</HI> of his &s;lumbering Clay,</L>
<L>A <HI>weeping Nation</HI> &s;hall ju&s;t Honours pay.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>H. C.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Licens'd,</P>
<CLOSER><DATELINE><DATE><HI>Octob.</HI> 30, 1678.</DATE></DATELINE></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed for <HI>L. C.</HI> 1678.</P>
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