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<HEAD>AN ELEGY, ON Doctor <HI>Sancroft,</HI> Arch Bi&s;hop of <HI>Canterbury.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ROu&s;e up my Sluggi&s;h Mu&s;e, awake from Sleep,</L>
<L>And Summons all true Hearts to mourn and weep,</L>
<L>For now the Churchs Wound is very deep.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Sancroft's</HI> no more, that is a di&s;mall Sound,</L>
<L>His Pear I fear is now not to be found,</L>
<L>Were we to Search the Univer&s;e quit Round.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This is the wor&s;t of news that's come to Town,</L>
<L>Since <HI>Abo&s;olom</HI> did Seize his Fathers Crown,</L>
<L>And all the Rules of Ju&s;tice did put Down.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let Church, and Altars, all be hung with Black,</L>
<L>Let her true Sons Lament and cry a lack,</L>
<L>Our Sins have cau&s;ed God to turn his back.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He hid his Face, and &s;ays he will not hear.</L>
<L>The Wicked when they Cry and make their Prayer,</L>
<L><HI>Englands</HI> de&s;truction then draws near I fear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A King Depos'd, our Holy High-Prie&s;t Dead,</L>
<L>A Famin Raigns far wor&s;e then that of Bread,</L>
<L>Such Judgments mu&s;t &s;trike all with fear and dread.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Oh!</HI> Barbarous and Cruel, <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">idged, Fate,</L>
<L>Three Kingdoms Mourn for what ye've done of late,</L>
<L>In plucking down the Prop, of Church and State.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Sancroft,</HI> the Pious, Learned, Wi&s;e, and Good,</L>
<L>When Hell broke loo&s;e, and Trea&s;on like a Flood,</L>
<L>Did Loyalty o'r whelm, he bravely Stood.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When for the Storm no Ship cou'd Safely Ride,</L>
<L>When the Winds and Waves did Rore on every &s;ide,</L>
<L>He like a Skilfull Pylot Stem'd the Tide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And like a Hou&s;e that's built upon a Rock,</L>
<L>Un&s;haken and unmov'd, he bore the Shock;</L>
<L>And like a Faithfull <HI>Shepherd,</HI> fed his Flock.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When to be Loyal, Hone&s;t, Ju&s;t, and True,</L>
<L>Was &s;uch a Crime, that Thou&s;ands from it flew;</L>
<L>He gave to God, and <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> both their dew.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He no man wrong'd, nor to his Di&s;&s;olution,</L>
<L>Nothing cou'd &s;hake his Heavenly Re&s;olution,</L>
<L>Or make him own this Cur&s;ed Revolution.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But for the re&s;t, I mean, the Purjur'd train,</L>
<L>They God, the King, and Trueth for&s;ake for gain,</L>
<L>But to all Three, he firmly did Remain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho he knew well, in a &s;hort time he mu&s;t,</L>
<L>From his High Holy Office down be thru&s;t,</L>
<L>In Spite of danger &s;till, he wou'd be Ju&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ju&s;t to him&s;elf to God and to his King,</L>
<L>Nor cou'd the World him temp to do a thing,</L>
<L>That would a Scandal on Religon bring.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All that I've &s;aid is not the Thou&s;and part,</L>
<L>Of what is true and dwe to his De&s;art,</L>
<L>Who had a God-like Soul, and Dove-like Heart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No Gall or Guile within him cou'd be found,</L>
<L>An <HI>I&s;raelite</HI> indeed who&s;e Faith was &s;ound;</L>
<L>His Hope and Charity did much a bound.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Like to his Lord he did forgive his Foes,</L>
<L>And whil&s;t he liv'd he pray'd, even for tho&s;e,</L>
<L>That did his Ma&s;ter and him&s;elf Depo&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And for tho&s;e <HI>Shepherds</HI> who had led a &s;tray,</L>
<L>The harmele&s;s Sheep, he con&s;tantly did Pray,</L>
<L>That Heaven wou'd turn 'em back to the right way.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His Piety was Great, his Courage, Brave,</L>
<L>Skilful in all things, but how to Deceive,</L>
<L>The&s;e Vertues all he Carried to his Grave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh! there he's gon! he's gon! and with all,</L>
<L>That's truly good or we cou'd Vertues call;</L>
<L>Here I mu&s;t Stop, to let a Tear down fall,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Tear, were there a Fountain in each Eye,</L>
<L>Of Springing waters I wou'd weep 'em dry,</L>
<L>As ju&s;tly dwe to <HI>Sancroft's,</HI> Ob&s;equie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He was the Chief and be&s;t of Prie&s;ts indeed,</L>
<L>What Eye won't &s;hed a Tear, what Heart won't bleed</L>
<L>When they his mornful Elegy &s;hall Read.!</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>His Epitaph.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ALl Loyal Souls, when you draw near</L>
<L>This Holy place, pray drop a Tear,</L>
<L>For Sacred <HI>Sancroft</HI>'s Trunk lies hear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That is the &s;ame it was at Fir&s;t,</L>
<L>From Earth it came and &s;o it mu&s;t,</L>
<L>Again Return, and be made Du&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But for his Holy Pious Soul,</L>
<L>'Twas found Rege&s;ter'd in Heavens Roul,</L>
<L>And there 'tis gone without Controul.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In &s;pite of all Hells Crew, Accur&s;t,</L>
<L>He now does Tryumph with the Ju&s;t,</L>
<L>For being Faithful to his Tru&s;t.</L>
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