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<HEAD><HI>AN</HI> ELEGY Upon the Death of that Renowned PRINCE RUPERT. <HI>Who Departed this Life on</HI> <DATE>Wedne&s;day, Novemb. 29. 1682.</DATE></HEAD>
<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><ADD>30. Nov. 1682</ADD></DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>AH! Cruel <HI>Death,</HI> what ha&s;t <HI>thou</HI> lately done?</L>
<L>Rob'd <HI>&V;s</HI> of <HI>Him</HI> who all <HI>Mens Hearts</HI> had won;</L>
<L>That Bud of Honour, and <HI>Our</HI> King's Delight,</L>
<L>Who for <HI>God</HI>'s <HI>Cau&s;e</HI> by Sea and Land did Fight,</L>
<L>To Vind<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">cate a Prince <HI>too much</HI> abus'd,</L>
<L>Exil'd from <HI>His Due Right,</HI> and &s;trangely us'd</L>
<L>By Rebel-Subjects, but at la&s;t was <HI>He</HI></L>
<L><HI>Re&s;tor</HI>'d again by Heavens <HI>Great Deity:</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>now</HI> He's <HI>&s;afely &s;ettled</HI> in His Throne,</L>
<L>'Twas <HI>Thy</HI> De&s;ire <HI>He</HI> &s;hould Injoy <HI>His Own;</HI></L>
<L>Whom Loyal Subjects Honour and Obey,</L>
<L>Thy Soul (Great <HI>R&V;PERT</HI>) Po&s;ted is away:</L>
<L>I fear thy Coun&s;el may be wanted here,</L>
<L>Who to <HI>this Nation</HI> was a Loyal Peer,</L>
<L>That Heaven from Forreign parts did hither &s;end</L>
<L>To be Religious, and Great <HI>Charles</HI> his Friend.</L>
<L>Thy actions for Our King were &s;till untainted,</L>
<L>For things le&s;s noble, <HI>Rome</HI> &s;ome Men have Sainted.</L>
<L>But if thy Wi&s;dome here we chance to mi&s;s,</L>
<L>This Comforts us, thy <HI>Soul</HI> Lives now in Bli&s;s;</L>
<L><HI>Triumphant Death,</HI> by uncontroul'd Arre&s;t,</L>
<L>Did &s;natch thee hence to make thee ever Ble&s;t.</L>
<L>Then why &s;hould we at Deaths &s;urprize repine?</L>
<L>What is our Lo&s;s, Advantage is of thine:</L>
<L>At thy ble&s;t <HI>Birth</HI> kind a&s;pects did appear,</L>
<L>By Kings and Pea&s;ants both, beloved here.</L>
<L>But now grim Death has &s;eiz'd thee as a Prey,</L>
<L>In&s;tead of Downe, thou now mu&s;t lye in Clay;</L>
<L>Thou mu&s;t accept what Mortals all mu&s;t have,</L>
<L>Thine Honour yet will blo&s;&s;om in the Grave:</L>
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<L>When many Years thou ha&s;t been dead and gone,</L>
<L>The World will &s;ay thou wert a Princely one,</L>
<L>Scarce Equalized, and out vy'd by none.</L>
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<L>What <HI>Hero</HI> ever yet adventured more.</L>
<L>Than thou, for <HI>Charles</HI> his right, on <UNCLEAR>Strand</UNCLEAR> Shore?</L>
<L>Or who more freely could have lo&s;t his breath</L>
<L>For <HI>Englands</HI> good, than he who&s;e murmuring <HI>breath</HI></L>
<L>Hath left his Vitals, while his Soul is fled</L>
<L>To Heaven above, through Earth his fame is &s;pread.</L>
<L>Who now is gone his Carrols for to &s;ing</L>
<L>Before <HI>Jehvoah,</HI> our Eternal King.</L>
<L>Then &s;ince a Flood of tears cannot prevail</L>
<L>Him to Retrieve, whom Death doth once a&s;&s;ail,</L>
<L>Nor add one Minutes time to his la&s;t breath,</L>
<L>That now is Conquered by all-conquering Death,</L>
<L>'Tis but in vain to Mourn, a &s;in to grieve,</L>
<L>None can live longer than God gives him leave;</L>
<L>The old, the young, the &s;trong, the weak mu&s;t go,</L>
<L>When Death doth call to the dark Cell below.</L>
<L>Thrice ble&s;t is he who at the Judgement-day</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e&s;s tho&s;e Joys that never &s;hall decay.</L>
<L>And &s;ince thy loyalty made thee Renown'd,</L>
<L>In Heaven I hope thy actions will be Crown'd;</L>
<L>Who&s;e active mind, in the&s;e our latter days,</L>
<L>Recorded is, and hath intail'd thy prai&s;e:</L>
<L>When thy poor Bones are turned into du&s;t,</L>
<L>How wilt thou flouri&s;h then among&s;t the Ju&s;t?</L>
<L>And when thou &s;halt appear at Judgement-bar,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Saints</HI> and <HI>Sinners</HI> all adjudged are,</L>
<L>Gods Everla&s;ting Peace remain with thee,</L>
<L>And thus I end my Mournful Elegy.</L>
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<HEAD>The Epitaph.</HEAD>
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<L>HEre lies a Prince never to be forgot,</L>
<L>Yet could not &s;cape what every Mortal's Lot;</L>
<L>Who&s;e Actions well might Crowned be with Bays,</L>
<L>But Death hath put a period to his Days;</L>
<L>And though his Body mu&s;t return to Du&s;t,</L>
<L>I hope his Soul doth dwell among&s;t the Ju&s;t.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>J. Deacon,</HI> at the <HI>Rainbow,</HI> near St. <HI>Andrews <UNCLEAR>Church</UNCLEAR>,</HI> in <HI>Holbourn,</HI> 1682.</P>
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