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<P>MEMENTO MORI</P>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY Upon the Unfortunate Death of Captain William Bedloe, Who Departed this Life, on <DATE>FRYDAY the Twentieth of AUGUST. 1680.</DATE></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>How fickle is the State of all Mankind?</L>
<L>And how are all our Joys with Grief combin'd?</L>
<L>Scarce can one &s;ay he lives, and doth enjoy</L>
<L>The Ble&s;&s;ings of this World, without allay,</L>
<L>But &s;ome unhappy Chance di&s;turbs our Peace,</L>
<L>And all our Plea&s;ures in a moment cea&s;e.</L>
<L>The truth of which, Great Captain <HI>Bedloe</HI>'s Fate</L>
<L>Confirms more than a thou&s;and In&s;tances of late.</L>
<L>He who through various ways hath boldly ran,</L>
<L>Boggled at nothing cou'd be done by Man:</L>
<L>At fir&s;t mi&s;guided by his Popi&s;h Zeal,</L>
<L>To &s;erve his <HI>Holine&s;s</HI> in any ill;</L>
<L>On which the Je&s;uits put a Glo&s;s of good,</L>
<L>And who&s;e Perniciou&s;ne&s;s wan't under&s;tood.</L>
<L>How eager was his bold Endeavour &s;till,</L>
<L>By any means the Prote&s;tants to kill?</L>
<L>Until at la&s;t, being by Heav'n in&s;pir'd,</L>
<L>He wi&s;ely from his former ills retir'd,</L>
<L>And as a Second <HI>Saul</HI> he fiercely &s;trove,</L>
<L>As once his Hate, to manife&s;t his Love</L>
<L>To's Native Country and Religion too,</L>
<L>Which former Mi&s;ts wou'd never let him do;</L>
<L>And when Converted, All that e're he knew,</L>
<L>He boldly told, and nought but what was true.</L>
<L>To him our Engli&s;h Nation much does owe,</L>
<L>Who vent'ring all he had at one great throw,</L>
<L>Valued not his Dear Life, &s;o he might &s;ave</L>
<L>The Kingdom's Ruine, and the King from's Grave.</L>
<L>He was the Man, who many Plots reveal'd</L>
<L>Gain&s;t the King's Life, which el&s;e had been conceal'd;</L>
<L>He was the Man 'Gain&s;t Bribes &s;o Armour proof,</L>
<L>That to be Fal&s;e thought no Price great enough.</L>
<L>In vain the Romi&s;h Zealots 'gain&s;t him &s;ay,</L>
<L>That hopes of Wealth made him their Plots betray;</L>
<L>For cou'd he have been tempted by them to prove</L>
<L>Fal&s;e to his King, and 'gain&s;t his Country move:</L>
<L>Their proffers large wou'd not have been in vain,</L>
<L>If he wou'd for &s;ome Per&s;on's &s;ake refrain</L>
<L>To give in Evidence, but he with&s;tood</L>
<L>All the Temptations, to a &s;eeming Good.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Having at la&s;t been ble&s;t with a kind Wife,</L>
<L>The only &s;olid Comfort of Man's Life:</L>
<L>And hoping now to live at Peace and Re&s;t,</L>
<L>And be for ever by his Country ble&s;t;</L>
<L>Was &s;trangely &s;eiz'd with a dire Malady,</L>
<L>And by a &s;trange unheard of Prophe&s;y,</L>
<L>He fanci'd all along, that he &s;hould dye</L>
<L>By that Di&s;ea&s;e, yet then he per&s;ever'd</L>
<L>In what he had &s;aid, and not one Tittle err'd,</L>
<L>As he was then even in a dying State,</L>
<L>From what he ever did oth' Plot relate;</L>
<L>And before Witne&s;&s;es at's parting Breath,</L>
<L>The Truth of 's Depo&s;itions &s;eal'd with Death:</L>
<L>Now at his Lo&s;s, let this &s;ad Nation mourn,</L>
<L>And drop with Grief &s;ome Tears upon his Urn:</L>
<L>Let us his &s;udden Death ju&s;tly bemoan,</L>
<L>Had he liv'd longer, he had more made known.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Dear Dr. <HI>Oates,</HI> I mu&s;t Digre&s;&s;ion make,</L>
<L>And beg you wou'd in this great Lo&s;s partake.</L>
<L>You've lo&s;t a Friend that much did value you,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e like him, all you have &s;aid is true.</L>
<L>Go on, Good Doctor, and whil&s;t here you live,</L>
<L>And this the Nations Lo&s;s you do &s;urvive.</L>
<L>Witne&s;s the Truth, and be not you di&s;mai'd</L>
<L>By threatning Papi&s;ts, neither be afraid</L>
<L>Of Popi&s;h Plots again&s;t you, for ther's One</L>
<L>That &s;its upon the Bright Cele&s;tial Throne,</L>
<L>Will Guard you, and this Nation will Protect</L>
<L>From all the Plots of the Proud Romi&s;h Sect.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>John Gay,</HI> at the <HI>Flying-Hor&s;e</HI> between St. <HI>Dun&s;tan</HI>'s Church and <HI>Chancery-Lane.</HI> 1680.</P>
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