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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY On the Mo&s;t Accomplish'd VIRGIN Madam ELIZABETH HURNE, Who Departed this Life on <DATE>the <HI>27th.</HI> of <HI>July</HI> 1683.</DATE></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THou mo&s;t Inexorable Tyrant Death,</L>
<L>Who do'&s;t deprive all Humane kind of Breath;</L>
<LG>
<L>Who&s;e Partial-Dart do's pierce the Hearts of all,</L>
<L>And ne'r regarding who it is does Fall,</L>
<L>Do'&s;t Mow down all Mankind in General:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Good and Bad are all a Ca&s;e to Thee,</L>
<L>The Wi&s;e-mans Fate and Fool's alike we &s;ee;</L>
<L>For all are &s;ubject to thy Tyranny.</L>
</LG>
<L>Let Youth and Beauty both of them Combine;</L>
<L>Nay to the&s;e two we'll Wit and Virtue Joyn,</L>
<L>And all in their Superlative Degree,</L>
<L>Yet &s;ha'n't the lea&s;t Remorce obtain from Thee:</L>
<L>Witne&s;s one Fact Thou Perpetrat'&s;t of late,</L>
<L>(Oh! the Vici&s;&s;itude of Cruel Fate:)</L>
<LG>
<L>A Fact Atchiev'd on this our <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> Shore,</L>
<L>Which if the Wings of Fame &s;o far has bore,</L>
<L>It is Deplor'd its Spacious Turf all o'er:</L>
</LG>
<L>Fair Madam <HI>Hurne,</HI> (in whom Concenter'd were</L>
<L>The Graces all,) whereby &s;he did appear,</L>
<L>The very <HI>Star</HI> of this our Hemi&s;phere:</L>
<L>Is Dead, this mo&s;t Divine and Spotle&s;s Maid;</L>
<L>With Grief, I &s;peak't, in Death's Gold Bed is laid:</L>
<L>But tho' &s;he's gone, her Name doth &s;till remain</L>
<L>Pure, Undefil'd, without a Spot or Stain,</L>
<L>And &s;hall Eternal Veneration gain.</L>
<L>But Oh! my <HI>Genius</HI> faints, when Her I Name;</L>
<L>Divine <HI>Apollo,</HI> &s;ince my Mu&s;e is lame,</L>
<L>Transform my Pen into the Tongue of Fame,</L>
<L>Her Meritorious Virtues to Proclaim.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>While yet on Earth, &s;he might be &s;aid in Heaven,</L>
<L>To which her Thoughts Eternally were given:</L>
<L>And tho' &s;he locally remained here,</L>
<L>Her better Part, her Mind was ever there.</L>
<LG>
<L>As for her Church, &s;he mo&s;t Di&s;creetly cho&s;e,</L>
<L>That which the <HI>Pope</HI> and <HI>Presbyter</HI> oppo&s;e,</L>
<L>And in its Bo&s;om took her &s;oft Repo&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<L>Her Dear Indulgent Mother whom &s;he Lov'd,</L>
<L>And could not brook to hear her Di&s;approv'd;</L>
<L>But to her Loyal Precepts fix'd her Mind,</L>
<L>And ne'r to Factious Principles Enclin'd:</L>
<LG>
<L>Altho' the <HI>Vipers</HI> Pe&s;ter'd her a while,</L>
<L><HI>Vipers</HI> far wor&s;e than tho&s;e of Fruitful <HI>Nile,</HI></L>
<L>Wor&s;e than the Curs'd Di&s;&s;embling <HI>Crocodile:</HI></L>
</LG>
<L>I mean tho&s;e men, who by Denomination,</L>
<L>The World call <HI>Whigs,</HI> but I the Pe&s;t o th' Nation:</L>
<L>The&s;e all their little Arguments produce,</L>
<L>In hopes they might her Loyalty Seduce;</L>
<L>But as a Rock fix'd by the Ocean &s;ide,</L>
<L>(Each towring wave does threaten with her Pride,</L>
<L>As if it meant her Center to divide,)</L>
<L>Do's Laugh to &s;ee the &s;ordid Ocean Roar,</L>
<L>And than a Spoonful values it no more:</L>
<LG>
<L>Even &s;o my Female Champion like a Rock,</L>
<L>Did Unconcern'd &s;u&s;tain the mighty Shock,</L>
<L>And Baffl'd both the Shepherd and the Flock:</L>
</LG>
<L>Or like St. <HI>George</HI> who made the <HI>Dragon</HI> fall,</L>
<L>And with his Sword the hideous Mon&s;ter Sprall;</L>
<L>So &s;he with Rea&s;on did Confound them all,</L>
<L>In fine, kind Heaven and Nature did be&s;tow</L>
<L>All the Rich Ble&s;&s;ings that are here below,</L>
<L>Upon her Sacred Head, and meant that &s;he,</L>
<L>Should be the <HI>Phoenix</HI> of our <HI>Britany:</HI></L>
<LG>
<L>Who Heaven Ob&s;erving &s;o Divinely clear,</L>
<L>Judg'd her Unworthy any Mortal here;</L>
<L>Therefore Advanc'd her to an higher Sphere:</L>
</LG>
<L>There her Tran&s;cendent Lu&s;tre to Di&s;play,</L>
<L>And in the upper Rank of Saints Enjoy,</L>
<L>An Happy, Joyful and Eternal Day.</L>
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<HEAD>EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<L>MOurn <HI>Reader,</HI> Mourn, for in this <HI>Marble Tomb,</HI></L>
<L>Is Sleeping layn until the day of Doom,</L>
<L>The Sacred A&s;hes of the Lovely <HI>Hurne;</HI></L>
<L>Who cho&s;e this Place whil&s;t Living, for her Urne:</L>
<L>But hold kind <HI>Reader,</HI> to A&s;&s;wage thy Grief,</L>
<L>And to afford thy Anxious Thoughts Relief;</L>
<LG>
<L>Know, that altho' her Body here doth lye,</L>
<L>Her Soul by Angels wafted is on High,</L>
<L>And Treads the upper Region of the Sky;</L>
</LG>
<L>Where there is neither Envy, Grief or Pain,</L>
<L>But all in Bli&s;s Ineffable Eternally Remain.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>B.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P>Printed by <HI>N.T. Anno Dom.</HI> 1983.</P>
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