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<HEAD>AN ELEGY In Commemoration of the Right Wor&s;hipful Sir WILLIAM SCROGGS, Late Lord Chief Ju&s;tice of His MAJESTIES Court of <HI>KINGS-BENCH,</HI> who de|parted this Life, the <HI>25th</HI> of this In&s;tant <HI>October.</HI> 1683.</HEAD>
<P><ADD>29. Octob. 1663</ADD></P>
<LG>
<L>Thou plea&s;ing Mu&s;e, who late did'&s;t gay appear</L>
<L>Gaudy as Spring, and with thy Songs did'&s;t chear</L>
<L>My well pleas'd thoughts, now like to Sable night</L>
<L>Aray thy &s;elf, di&s;rob'd of all thy light;</L>
<L>With <HI>Cyprus</HI> bind thy Brows; this mournful Theam</L>
<L>Admits no Day, Grief here is too extream</L>
<L>To be ob&s;erv'd by vulgar prying Eyes,</L>
<L>Who know not in true Greif to Sympathize.</L>
<L>This noble Sorrow is unfeign'd. True Love</L>
<L>In Mercinary numbers &s;corns to move,</L>
<L>But &s;till keeps Harmony with that above.</L>
<L>He's gone. The Brave among&s;t the Great lies low;</L>
<L>True Tyrant Death, who will no pity &s;how,</L>
<L>Snatch'd him from hence: at lea&s;t his better part</L>
<L>Which &s;hines above, bright as his great de&s;ert.</L>
<L>In Heaven he Triumphs, whil&s;t on Earth his Name</L>
<L>Is Breath'd aloud by the &s;trong bla&s;t of fame;</L>
<L>The Man who truly Loyal dur&s;t to be,</L>
<L>When Torrent Faction rag'd to that degree,</L>
<L>That once again it pu&s;h'd at Monarchy:</L>
<L>Who <HI>Atlas</HI> like, did help &s;u&s;tain the weight</L>
<L>Of Leaning Empire, when the wheel of fate</L>
<L>Almo&s;t flew from it's Axle, and a fear</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e&s;s'd &s;ome Men, Heav'n did neglect it's care;</L>
<L>Even then his great unbias'd Soul &s;tood firm;</L>
<L>No fear of Danger, nor no threats could charm</L>
<L>His moving Orb e're to run Retrogade,</L>
<L>His Princes Int're&s;t, his cheif care was made;</L>
<L>He fear'd no frowns, in vain Temptations were,</L>
<L>Uprightne&s;s &s;till did all his Actions &s;quare;</L>
<L>In publick and in private, Ju&s;tice &s;hin'd</L>
<L>In more uprightne&s;s n'er before in&s;hrin'd:</L>
<L>In vain a&s;per&s;ions were, like Chri&s;tal He</L>
<L>Ca&s;t of the &s;tains of unju&s;t obliquy.</L>
<L>The banded party, which in Trea&s;on &s;et,</L>
<L>Was by his Prudence countermin'd; the fret</L>
<L>Of Monarchy, the rude Anarchial rout,</L>
<L>Who &s;ought to bring their black de&s;igns about,</L>
<L>Quel'd by that awful power deriv'd from him</L>
<L>Who wears the <HI>Briti&s;h</HI> Empires Diadem.</L>
<L>In haughty pride they dur&s;t no more appear,</L>
<L>But in clo&s;e Corners, hi&s;&s;ing loud, they rear</L>
<L>Their Heads, impolitick, until at la&s;t,</L>
<L>That Venom that would fain three Kindgoms bla&s;t</L>
<L>Was on the ground in vain at Random ca&s;t.</L>
<L>The Laws great Oracle in him is &s;et,</L>
<L>Center'd in him both Law and Rea&s;on met.</L>
<L>Precedents ju&s;tly pois'd had &s;till due place,</L>
<L>And due Proportion rul'd in every Ca&s;e.</L>
<L>Orphans and Widdows tears who were oppre&s;t,</L>
<L>Never departed from him unredre&s;t.</L>
<L>The Proud and Rich, who thought 'twas in their Power</L>
<L>The Scales of Ju&s;tice, with a Golden &s;howr,</L>
<L>To turn with ea&s;e, found her pois'd Ballance right,</L>
<L>Not to be alter'd, nor by Gold or Might.</L>
<L>Retir'd from bu&s;ine&s;s, &s;till his mind was bent</L>
<L>T'improve that Talant his Creator lent,</L>
<L>And make it plain appear, in each degree,</L>
<L>He was the Pattern of Humility.</L>
<L>Then let his Memory for ever live;</L>
<L>Times &s;elf to that can n'er a period give;</L>
<L>The Gowns chief boa&s;t to after times he'l be,</L>
<L>Ages to come &s;hall read his Hi&s;tory;</L>
<L>And &s;trive to Copy his de&s;erved prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Thinking him worthy of Immortal Bays,</L>
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<HEAD>EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Beneath this Marble, how can it be &s;aid</L>
<L>Immortal <HI>Scroggs,</HI> a Man &s;o ju&s;t is laid?</L>
<L>'Tis but his du&s;t, Reader, &s;uppo&s;e no more,</L>
<L>The re&s;t's in Heaven, 'tis there lay'd up in &s;tore,</L>
<L>Till with loud &s;ounds the Trumpet wakes the dead,</L>
<L>And ri&s;ing du&s;t is with fre&s;h Beauty clad,</L>
<L>Then &s;hall he live above the Worlds renown,</L>
<L>And wear for ever Virtues &s;hining Crown.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed by <HI>J. Grantham,</HI> in the Year, MDCLXXXIII.</P>
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