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<HEAD><FIGURE>
<P>MEMENTO MORI</P>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY ON THE Death of the mo&s;t Illu&s;trious LORD, THE EARL of St. ALBANS: <HI>Who Departed this Life the fir&s;t Day of this In&s;tant</HI> <DATE>January, 1684.</DATE></HEAD>
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<L>GO &s;top the &s;wift-wing'd Moments in their flight,</L>
<L>Arre&s;t the Envious Cour&s;e of Day and Night;</L>
<L>Alas! it will not be, we &s;trive in vain,</L>
<L>Not all our Art can one poor Hour regain:</L>
<L><HI>TIME</HI> flyes in ha&s;te to meet Eternity,</L>
<L>As Rivers to the Bo&s;ome of the Sea,</L>
<L>There to be lo&s;t; nor can we bribe the &s;tay</L>
<L>Of the lea&s;t Minute, to prolong the Day,</L>
<L>Which is by Fate ordain'd to be our la&s;t,</L>
<L>VVithout rever&s;e, when once the Doom is pa&s;t.</L>
<L>For if there cou'd have been the lea&s;t Reprieve</L>
<L>To Mortal Breath, thou had'&s;t been &s;till alive;</L>
<L>St. <HI>ALBANS</HI> &s;till, had ble&s;t our wondring Eyes,</L>
<L>VVho now the Tyrant Death's pale Captive lies.</L>
<L>Let us contemplate thee (brave Soul) and tho'</L>
<L>VVe cannot track the way which thou did&s;t go</L>
<L>In thy Cele&s;tial Journey, and our Heart</L>
<L>Expan&s;ion want, to think what now thou art,</L>
<L>How bright and wide thy Glories, yet we may</L>
<L>Remember thee as thou wert in thy Clay;</L>
<L>Great without Title, in thy &s;elf alone,</L>
<L>A mighty Lord, thou &s;tood'&s;t oblieg'd to none</L>
<L>But Heaven and thy &s;elf, for that great worth</L>
<L>VVhich the propitious Stars that rul'd thy Birth</L>
<L>In&s;pir'd into thy Noble Soul, and Thou</L>
<L>Not wanting to thy &s;elf, did'&s;t make it grow</L>
<L>To &s;uch prodigious height, thou wa&s;t become</L>
<L>So truly Glorious, that &s;truck Envy Dumb.</L>
<L>All Differences did in thy prai&s;e con&s;pire,</L>
<L>And ev'n thy Foes, if &s;uch cou'd be, admire</L>
<L>Thy Noble Life, which like the con&s;tant Sun</L>
<L>Did in the &s;ame Ecliptic always run</L>
<L>Ever mo&s;t loyal to the Royal Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>VVhich from the <HI>Heaven</HI> of <HI>Heavens</HI> its <HI>Tule</HI> draws;</L>
<L>VVhere now thou liv'&s;t, free'd from th'uncertain &s;port</L>
<L>Of Time and Fortune, in the Starry Court,</L>
<L>A Glorious Potentate; while we below,</L>
<L>But fa&s;hion woes to mittigate our woe.</L>
<L>And now my &s;orrows follow thee, I tread</L>
<L>The Milky way, and &s;ee the Snowy Head</L>
<L>Of <HI>Atlas</HI> far below, while all the high.</L>
<L>Swoln Buildings &s;eem but Attoms to my eye;</L>
<L>How &s;mall &s;eems greatne&s;s here? how! not a &s;pan</L>
<L>His <HI>Empire</HI> who commands the <HI>Ocean,</HI></L>
<L>Both that which boa&s;ts &s;o much its mighty Ore,</L>
<L>And th other which with Pearl hath pav'd its <HI>&s;hore.</HI></L>
<L>Nor can it greater &s;eem, when this great All,</L>
<L>For which Men quarrel &s;o, is but a Ball</L>
<L>Ca&s;t down into the ayr, to &s;port the Star;</L>
<L>And all our general Ruines, mortal wars,</L>
<L>Depopulated States, caus'd by their &s;way,</L>
<L>And Mans &s;o reverend wi&s;dom but their play,</L>
<L>By thee St. <HI>Albans</HI> living, we did learn</L>
<L>The art of life, and by thy light di&s;cern</L>
<L>The truth which Men di&s;pute; but by thee Dead</L>
<L>VVer taught upon the worlds gay pride to tread,</L>
<L>And that way &s;ooner Ma&s;ter it, than he</L>
<L>To whom both <HI>Indies</HI> tributary be:</L>
<L>Thus &s;hall we gain by Death, while we Deplore</L>
<L>His Fate, remembring how great and good</L>
<L>St. <HI>Abans</HI> was, and yet but fle&s;h and blood</L>
<L>As we; how &s;hould the brave example move</L>
<L>On kindled Souls, and lift us up above</L>
<L>Low-thoughted Care of dull Mortality,</L>
<L>Since, if as Good, we &s;hall be Great as He.</L>
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<HEAD>The EPITAPH.</HEAD>
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<L>HAil! Sacred Hou&s;e, in wh<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ch his Reliques Sleep,</L>
<L>Ble&s;t Marble, give me leave t' approa<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">h and Weep:</L>
<L>&V;nto thy Self, great Spirit, I will R<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">peat</L>
<L>Thy Own brave STORY: tell thy Self how Great</L>
<L>Thou wert in Mind's Empire, and how all</L>
<L>Who Out-Live Thee, &s;ee but the F&V;NERAL</L>
<L>Of Glory; and if yet &s;ome Vertuous be,</L>
<L>They but the Apparitions are of Thee.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>I. Deacon,</HI> at the <HI>Angel</HI> in <HI>Guilt-&s;pur-&s;treet,</HI> without New-Gate, 1684.</P>
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