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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY On the Renowned Memory of the Right Reverend Edward, late Bi&s;hop of Norwich.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_WHat means our <HI>Poets</HI> &s;ilence! all &s;truck dumb!</L>
<L>Where are our Troops of <HI>riming Drolls</HI> become!</L>
<L>A <HI>Bi&s;hop</HI> dead, and none to make a Ver&s;e,</L>
<L>Nor drop a Tear upon &s;o grave an Her&s;e!</L>
<L>Ah! 'tis no Subject for a Droll; too &s;ad</L>
<L>A Theme for Poets, whom their Wit makes mad.</L>
<L>It is an Argument for graver Souls,</L>
<L>Than tho&s;e who&s;e Brains mu&s;t fir&s;t be &s;teep'd in <UNCLEAR>Bouls</UNCLEAR>.</L>
<L>Add, That po&s;terity alone mu&s;t tell</L>
<L>The worth that in &s;o great a Soul did dwell.</L>
<L><HI>Some trifling goods are in th' Enjoyment known:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Greater, &s;carce under&s;tood till &s;ome time gone.</HI></L>
<L>This <HI>Bi&s;hop</HI> who would know, mu&s;t Sum up all,</L>
<L>That wi&s;er Mortals, good, or lovely call;</L>
<L>The <HI>Ornaments</HI> of <HI>Nature,</HI> and of <HI>Art,</HI></L>
<L>With what the <HI>Holy Spirit</HI> doth impart,</L>
<L>T' ennoble Souls. Out of a thou&s;and minds</L>
<L>(And tho&s;e the pith of Mankind, not the rinds)</L>
<L>Pick what&s;oe're is good, leaving their dro&s;s;</L>
<L>Then he will &s;omething under&s;tand our lo&s;t.</L>
<L>God fir&s;t in <HI>Nature,</HI> the Foundations laid,</L>
<L>Gave him a Soul that would not be betrai'd</L>
<L>To dirty Objects, but alone pur&s;ue</L>
<L>Things that were hone&s;t, noble, ju&s;t and</L>
<L>At brave things aiming, always pre&s;&s;ing</L>
<L>Unto the pitch of all perfection.</L>
<L>Yet &s;o complexion'd, as not to de&s;pi&s;e</L>
<L>The lea&s;t. (A lofty Soul, no lofty Eyes)</L>
<L>Adorn'd with <HI>Natural humility,</HI></L>
<L>And mo&s;t <HI>Obliging affability.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sweetne&s;s of temper, gravity,</HI> what e<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="2 letters"></L>
<L>Might make the World a mortal to revere.</L>
<L>The <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> &s;ee'ng this Object for their turn,</L>
<L>Each in an Emulation did burn,</L>
<L>Which &s;hould heap mo&s;t upon his Head. One brings</L>
<L>Invention; others Wit; and other, Thin<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="2 letters"></L>
<L>Which they fit Pre&s;ents judg'd for him. Not one</L>
<L>But to this &s;hrine brought her Oblation.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t <HI>Madam Clio</HI> brought him all her Books</L>
<L>Of &s;tory. <HI>Erato</HI> her lovely looks.</L>
<L><HI>Terp&s;iehore</HI> her <HI>Cittern</HI> brought: the kind</L>
<L><HI>Euterpe</HI> with her <HI>Pipe</HI> &s;taid not behind.</L>
<L>Then <HI>Polyhymnia</HI> tenders her &s;weet Art:</L>
<L>Not one but did her faculties impart,</L>
<L>At lea&s;t an offer make: He thanks them all,</L>
<L>But did at la&s;t mo&s;t for <HI>&V;rania</HI> call.</L>
<L><HI>Calliope</HI> would leave him her &s;weet tone:</L>
<L><HI>Clio,</HI> her trea&s;ures of Invention.</L>
<L>But to adorn him, a tenth <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> came forth</L>
<L>Which far excell'd the other Nine in worth;</L>
<L><HI>Madam Sophronia,</HI> &s;he poured on</L>
<L>His head great <HI>Prudence</HI> and <HI>Di&s;cretion.</HI></L>
<L>After the <HI>Mu&s;es,</HI> came to him the <HI>Graces,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;acrificed here their lovely Faces.</L>
<L><HI>Plato</HI> and <HI>Ari&s;totle</HI> hearing, come,</L>
<L>Would have him for their Scholar, took him home.</L>
<L>At <HI>Stagyra,</HI> he &s;tudied many years;</L>
<L>There <HI>Plato</HI> taught him th' Doctrine of the Spheres.</L>
<L>At length Diviner <HI>Seneca</HI> him got</L>
<L>('Twas there about the <HI>Pa&s;&s;ions</HI> he wrote).</L>
<L>Next, wi&s;er <HI>Solomon</HI> &s;hew'd him the features</L>
<L>of all the World, <HI>The vanity of Creatures,</HI></L>
<L>He Comments on that Text, while God did &s;how</L>
<L>Him th' emptine&s;s of every thing below;</L>
<L><HI>Sins &s;infulne&s;s, and Chri&s;t's excellings,</HI> next,</L>
<L>Were taught him by his deare&s;t Lord. (That Text</L>
<L>No Art expounds) He cho&s;e this as the be&s;t</L>
<L>Of Knowledg. Here his Soul came to its re&s;t.</L>
<L>And after this, was careful nought to know</L>
<L>But a <HI>Chri&s;t-crucifi'd.</HI> All things below</L>
<L>He trod upon, counted them dung, and dro&s;s,</L>
<L>If mea&s;ur'd with the Knowledg of the Cro&s;s.</L>
<L>Of all perfection he an End now &s;aw,</L>
<L>Saving what was in the Diviner Law.</L>
<L>In clo&s;e&s;t &s;tudies on the&s;e Books he lay,</L>
<L>They were his meditation night and day,</L>
<L>Till he found out what e're God had reveal'd,</L>
<L>But pos'd at &s;omething which there lay conceal'd.</L>
<L>[The <HI>vi&s;ion of God face to face,</HI> what 'tis</L>
<L>To <HI>know as we are known,</HI> or <HI>as he is</HI>].</L>
<L>Lingring after this Knowledg too, God threw</L>
<L>Two or three <HI>Stones,</HI> which to his <HI>Kidneys</HI> flew.</L>
<L>The&s;e fetcht out frequent Sighs, and many a Groan.</L>
<L>With many a Prayer, <HI>Lord, forbear thy Rod,</HI></L>
<L><HI>How can worms bear thy mighty hand, My God!</HI></L>
<L>He had hard labours under this di&s;ea&s;e;</L>
<L>But as the thoughts of <HI>Rachel</HI> once did plea&s;e</L>
<L><HI>Jacob,</HI> &s;o as he counted all as nought,</L>
<L>By which he might into her Arms be brought:</L>
<L>So did this Father often ki&s;s the Rod,</L>
<L>He &s;aw would end i' th' Vi&s;ion of God:</L>
<L>Nor were his hopes in vain; His pains abated</L>
<L>That very hour, when he was tran&s;lated.</L>
<L>You that think <HI>Bi&s;hops</HI> are but things of Honour,</L>
<L>Whom none can plea&s;e but <HI>Gardiner,</HI> or <HI>Bonner:</HI></L>
<L>That can controle <HI>Gods wi&s;dom,</HI> who fir&s;t cho&s;e</L>
<L><HI>The meeke&s;t man on Earth,</HI> to govern tho&s;e</L>
<L>That were his only people. You that can</L>
<L>Dre&s;s up a <HI>Bi&s;hop</HI> &s;hall not be a Man!</L>
<L>Correct your Judgments. Say once to you came</L>
<L>One, who a <HI>Bi&s;hop</HI> was more than in Name.</L>
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<HEAD>An EPITAPH.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>REader!</HI> VVhy &s;tand'&s;t thou &s;till to know</L>
<L>Who&s;e bones they are, which lie below</L>
<L>This &s;tone: they are Remains of one</L>
<L>Who (in this Age) mu&s;t lie alone.</L>
<L>Sexton, forbear thy Spade too near</L>
<L>The limits of this Sepulcher:</L>
<L>The mea&s;ures of that &s;oul fir&s;t take,</L>
<L>For who&s;e Ca&s;e thou a Grave would&s;t make:</L>
<L>If thou find'&s;t it a Trea&s;ury</L>
<L>Of Learning, Virtue, Piety,</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e&s;t of <HI>Abraham's</HI> Faith, <HI>Job's</HI> Hope</L>
<L>And Patience, a Tele&s;cope</L>
<L>Of u&s;e for th' heavens only. Cloath'd</L>
<L>With th' Sun, while th' Earth was by it loath'd.</L>
<L>If <HI>Mo&s;es meekne&s;s</HI> thou can'&s;t &s;ee</L>
<L>In it, and grave Humility</L>
<L>It's garment; then, when it might glory</L>
<L>Of what&s;oe're can fill the &s;tory</L>
<L>Of any Mortal: If the Ca&s;e</L>
<L>Shin'd with reflections of Grace;</L>
<L>Thou may'&s;t go on. If not, forbear;</L>
<L>The <HI>Holy Spirit's Temple's</HI> here,</L>
<L>Profaner fle&s;h mu&s;t not lie near.</L>
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