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<P>MEMENTO MORI</P>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY To Commemorate, and Lament, The Death of the Worthy, and mo&s;t Eminent Doctor of Phy&s;ick, S^r^. JOHN MICKLEVVAITE K^t^. <DATE>Who Died on Saturday, JULY 29^t^h^. 1682.</DATE></HEAD>
<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><ADD>8. Aug. 1682</ADD></DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>AS when the Sun doth Set, we all put on</L>
<L>A kind of pale, and dark Complection:</L>
<L>Concerned at the Ab&s;ence of its Light;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e in it, the whole Creation's right.</L>
<L>So when a great Man, or Learn'd one falls,</L>
<L>We are troubled at this, their Funeralls.</L>
<L>The Feet do linger, and are never Well,</L>
<L>When the Body is Dead, their Centinel.</L>
<L>This Nature teaches, from her Morals high.</L>
<L>A Cour&s;e, we do it, it's by Sympathy:</L>
<L>Like the pretty Flower, that hangs down its Head,</L>
<L>When the Sun's Ab&s;ented, and is gone to Bed.</L>
<L>Much more doth Man his fellow Creature high,</L>
<L>When he doth &s;icken to Mortality.</L>
<L>Th' Lo&s;s but of a Trifle we cannot bear,</L>
<L>Much more a Gent. without &s;ome kind of Tear.</L>
<L>To think of the great Frayltie of Nature,</L>
<L>In Man, Bird, in Bea&s;t, in every Creature:</L>
<L>Subject to Changes, and Alterations, &s;till</L>
<L>As an Empre&s;s, Mutation is her Will.</L>
<L>The Ro&s;e, the Tulep, and the pretty Bee,</L>
<L>Have but their Sea&s;on now, for to be Free:</L>
<L>And Man, the Lord of the Creation,</L>
<L>Death cometh, and takes him from his Station.</L>
<L>For we're here to Day, and gone to Morrow,</L>
<L>Into the Grave, where there is no Sorrow.</L>
<L>Where all in Silence do remain, and lie</L>
<L>As ordered from the Heavens on high.</L>
<L>Art, Wit, Riches, nay all they cannot Save</L>
<L>Us, from the cold, Icy Tomb, and Grave.</L>
<L>The Potter having a Power o're his Ve&s;&s;el &s;till,</L>
<L>Whether that it be good, or whether ill.</L>
<L>We are his Handywork, we are his Sheep;</L>
<L>By him we Eat, and Drink, and Re&s;t, and Sleep:</L>
<L>And when going in Sun&s;hine, or in Rain;</L>
<L>Death appears, and bids us Return again.</L>
<L>So that each Step we take, we do draw near,</L>
<L>Unto the King of Terrors, and of Fear.</L>
<L>Like Seamen &s;till, our Ships are under Sail,</L>
<L>Though to&s;s'd with Ill, or with a plea&s;ant Gale:</L>
<L>At la&s;t Anchor they mu&s;t, in &s;ome kind Port,</L>
<L>To plea&s;e them&s;elves, and there to keep their Court.</L>
<L>Men great in Virtue, and Men truly Brave,</L>
<L>They think they can Outface Death, and the Grave:</L>
<L>Like Countryman in Fable, that did &s;ay,</L>
<L>O, where's Death, for to ha&s;te me now away:</L>
<L>With this my Load, and heavy Burthen high;</L>
<L>I cannot carry it, I de&s;ire to Die.</L>
<L>Death Appears; and when to th' Man he came;</L>
<L>'Twas nothing, but to help him with that &s;ame</L>
<L>Bundle of Sticks, he was to carry away;</L>
<L>But not to Die, for &s;o doth th' Story &s;ay.</L>
<L>The Moral teaches how &s;weet a thing's Life,</L>
<L>Though troubled here and there with every Strife:</L>
<L>Fain it would Live, and fain be in Renown,</L>
<L>Rather then go to a Country unknown.</L>
<L>Bleed, Purge, Vomit, and &s;o endure all,</L>
<L>Rather than hear mo&s;t fatal Death, his Call.</L>
<L>So all that a Man has, &s;aies holy <HI>Job,</HI></L>
<L>Will a Man give for Life, and Life's fine Robe:</L>
<L>Rather then be Di&s;mantled, and Uncloath'd be</L>
<L>Of his dear Life, and his Vitalitie.</L>
<L>Since we mu&s;t Die, as Ordered from above,</L>
<L>We mu&s;t prepare, by living in true Love.</L>
<L>When Nature into tireing Room doth go,</L>
<L>The Scene it changes, and &s;o ends her Woe.</L>
<L>And flies into the golden Place of Re&s;t,</L>
<L>Like Bird when having got into her Ne&s;t.</L>
<L>And there &s;its down with Saints, and with Ju&s;t Men,</L>
<L>For ever, in the new <HI>Jeru&s;alem.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEre lies a Man, in Art &s;o wonderous high,</L>
<L>That like the Sun, once Shin'd in Maje&s;ty.</L>
<L>A great Phy&s;itian, and a Pious Soul,</L>
<L>Of Honour's Livery, and of Glories Roll.</L>
<L>Was Good, and Ingenious in his Ways;</L>
<L>So that he carried away the Baies</L>
<L>From others, that pretended to cure th' <HI>Pthi&s;ick:</HI></L>
<L>Not like him, the only Man of Phy&s;ick.</L>
<L>Religion's a Light to every noble Art,</L>
<L>Guiding us &s;oon to &s;ee Man's di&s;eas'd Part.</L>
<L>For other Profe&s;&s;ors, may &s;ome Good do,</L>
<L>Yet where Virtue Reigns, it Commands a Woe.</L>
<L>Since he could Cure the King, when other Men</L>
<L>Fail'd in their Judgments; they went to Learn agen.</L>
<L>Art without Virtue 'tis an empty thing;</L>
<L>And like the Snake, it wears a deadly Sting.</L>
<L>Whereas when joyn'd together, they're true Wealth</L>
<L>To Men, and to Purcha&s;e them good Health.</L>
<L>Phy&s;ick may be good, but 'tis th' Virtuous &s;till,</L>
<L>That rids th' Patient of his Tormenting Ill.</L>
<L>Since the Agents of Heaven have a Power,</L>
<L>To cure the Wounds of Men every Hour.</L>
<LG>
<L><HI>E&s;culapius</HI> Favourite, the Mu&s;es great Son,</L>
<L>When he appear'd, Di&s;ea&s;es away run,</L>
<L>Like Mi&s;ts, and Foggs before the ri&s;ing Sun.</L>
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<L>Apparent from this late Gent. mo&s;t Ju&s;t,</L>
<L>A Man of mighty Learning, and of Tru&s;t.</L>
<L>Vertuous, mo&s;t Noble, of very great Fame,</L>
<L>Of Repute, and of an excellent Name.</L>
<L>For which his Life was Precious, and now Dead,</L>
<L>He Liveth unto Fame, tho Buried.</L>
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