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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD><FIGURE>
<P>MEMENTO MORI</P>
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<HEAD>An ELEGIE On that Incomparable Example of Ho&s;pitality, Charity, and Genero&s;ity, The Thrice-Worthy WILLIAM WHITMORE, <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR> Who departed this Life on <DATE>the Fifth of this In&s;tant <HI>Augu&s;t,</HI> 1678.</DATE></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GReat WHITMORE! though I never drank thy <HI>Wine,</HI></L>
<L>Nor crowded at thy <HI>Liberal Board</HI> to Dine,</L>
<L>Yet give me leave, with an <HI>unbribed</HI> Ver&s;e,</L>
<L>To pay ju&s;t Tribute to thy <HI>Honour'd Her&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Ungrateful WITS! could you &s;o often &s;teal,</L>
<L>By Mumping <HI>Vi&s;tts,</HI> a Recruiting Meal</L>
<L>At his <HI>free Table,</HI> and yet when he Dies,</L>
<L>Not Celebrate aloud his Ob&s;equies?</L>
<L>Now I find how our Poets Fancies beat;</L>
<L>They onely <HI>Write,</HI> whil&s;t they know where to <HI>Eat.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Belly</HI> helps the <HI>Brain:</HI> When WHITMORE's gone,</L>
<L><HI>Apollo</HI>'s Bankrupt; farewel, Helicon.</L>
<L>But I that never yet &s;toop'd to a <HI>Trencher,</HI></L>
<L>Flatter'd a <HI>Grandee</HI> nor pimp'd for a <HI>Wencher,</HI></L>
<L>(Tho&s;e <HI>thriving</HI> Arts) mu&s;t, though with weak E&s;&s;ays,</L>
<L>Here &s;acrifice an Hecatomb of Prai&s;e,</L>
<L>To let our dull <HI>Degenerous Gentry</HI> know</L>
<L>How much they to this <HI>Great Example</HI> owe.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t others <HI>wa&s;te</HI> E&s;tates in wild Deboch,</L>
<L>And cramp the <HI>Mannor-hou&s;e</HI> to a <HI>guilt Coach;</HI></L>
<L>Turn out of doors their <HI>u&s;eless Kitchins,</HI> and</L>
<L>Make Servants, Hor&s;es-like, <HI>at Livery</HI> &s;tand;</L>
<L>Though <HI>little Miss,</HI> 'tis fear'd, devours them more</L>
<L>Than Twelve <HI>tall Blue-coats</HI> did their Syres before.</L>
<L>This <HI>Generous Soul</HI> tho&s;e Sneaking Arts di&s;dain'd,</L>
<L>And <HI>Exil'd</HI> Bounty only with him raign'd.</L>
<L>His <HI>Noble Hall</HI> kept a continual Fea&s;t,</L>
<L>And all the <HI>Thronging Town</HI> became its Gue&s;t.</L>
<LG>
<L>Such <HI>vast</HI> Provi&s;ions in each day were laid,</L>
<L>Pin'd <HI>Cities,</HI> whom ambitious Arms invade,</L>
<L>One Meal of his <HI>Impregnable</HI> had made.</L>
</LG>
<L>His Charity &s;o Great, the joyful Poor</L>
<L>Were ne'r &s;ent empty from his well-known Door</L>
<L>With <HI>Mi&s;ers</HI> Pity, or with <HI>Nabals</HI> Frown,</L>
<L>Which now, alas! our <HI>General Alms</HI> are grown.</L>
<L>If any do their <HI>Bread on Waters cast,</HI></L>
<L>Repining <HI>Judas</HI> cries, <HI>Why all this wa&s;t?</HI></L>
<L>Or makes them chu&s;e (with &s;ubtle hopes of Gain)</L>
<L>Quick <HI>Tiding-&s;treams,</HI> may bring it back again.</L>
<L>Our <HI>Mountebanks of Zeal</HI> cheap Notions nur&s;e,</L>
<L>And love that Piety that <HI>&s;aves</HI> the Pur&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>Good Works</HI> they count too Chargeable a Theam;</L>
<L>But He &s;trove with <HI>true Goodness</HI> to Redeem</L>
<L>Vertue to <HI>Action,</HI> that Life-feeding Flame</L>
<L>That keeps Religion <HI>warm;</HI> not &s;well a Name</L>
<L>Of Faith, <HI>A Mountain word,</HI> oft made of Air,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e dear Spoils that wont to dre&s;s the Fair</L>
<L>And fruitful Charities full Brea&s;ts (of old)</L>
<L>Turning her out to tremble in the Cold.</L>
<L>"What can the <HI>Poor</HI> hope from us, when we be</L>
<L>"<HI>&V;ncharitable</HI> ev'n to <HI>Charity?</HI></L>
<LG>
<L>Their Wants proclaim his Lo&s;s; and now he's gone,</L>
<L>Let no rude Hand pre&s;ume his Sacred Stone</L>
<L>For to profane with Cheap In&s;cription:</L>
</LG>
<L>For we will &s;hed the Tribute of our Tears</L>
<L>So long, till the relenting <HI>Marble</HI> wears;</L>
<L>Which &s;hall &s;uch <HI>order</HI> in their Cadence keep,</L>
<L>That they a <HI>Native Epitaph</HI> &s;hall weep,</L>
<L>Until each Letter &s;pelt di&s;tinctly lies</L>
<L>Cut by the <HI>my&s;tick</HI> Droppings of our Eyes;</L>
<L>Till then, for the Worlds &s;ake, rather than Thine,</L>
<L>Let the&s;e few Lines be Sacred to thy Shrine,</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>As, An EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEre, Reader, lies a pretious Tru&s;t</L>
<L>Of Good and <HI>Charitable</HI> Du&s;t:</L>
<L>A Ca&s;ket Heavens Choice hath been,</L>
<L>To trea&s;ure its <HI>Di&s;pencer</HI> in:</L>
<L>One who its Ble&s;&s;ings did convey</L>
<L>With <HI>wide-&s;pread</HI> Hands a noble way:</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Board</HI> &s;tood free to Entertain</L>
<L>Gue&s;ts, though they could not <HI>Bid</HI> again.</L>
<L>Here, in a word, Entomb'd doth lie</L>
<L>Th'<HI>old Engli&s;h Ho&s;pitalitie,</HI></L>
<L>Now <HI>doubly</HI> dead, and which we fear</L>
<L>Will &s;carce again this Age appear;</L>
<L>Unle&s;s you, Sirs, thus taught to live,</L>
<L>Him back, in his <HI>Example,</HI> give.</L>
<L>Mean time let each <HI>Mouth</HI> he hath fed</L>
<L>Joyn in Applau&s;es of the Dead;</L>
<L>Till like Him&s;elf his <HI>Fame</HI> &s;hall be</L>
<L>Ve&s;ted with Immortality.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>With Allowance.</HI></P>
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<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed for <HI>L. C.</HI> 1678.</P>
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