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<HEAD>AN ELEGY IN Commemoration of the Right Honourable James Earl of Salisbury, Who Departed this Life on the (7th) of this In&s;tant <HI>June Anno Domini</HI> 1683. <HI>Mors Omnibus Communis,</HI> &amp;c.</HEAD>
<P><ADD>12. June. 1683</ADD></P>
<LG>
<L>CAN <HI>Sal'sbury</HI> be dead? Can Death Surprize</L>
<L>The Miror of mankind, and from our Eyes;</L>
<L>The Brinie Rivulets not force their way;</L>
<L>Nor &s;ullen grief her la&s;t due Tribute pay;</L>
<L>At his &s;ad Mournful Her&s;e who&s;e high de&s;erts,</L>
<L>Fame's loude&s;t breath to all the world imparts?</L>
<L>What can the Good, the Great, the Ju&s;t Expect,</L>
<L>On Earth, if Man-kind &s;hou'd &s;uch worth Neglect?</L>
<L>If black Ingratitude her wings &s;hould &s;pread,</L>
<L>To &s;hade the &s;acred Relicts of the dead</L>
<L>In dark Oblivion Natur's &s;elf wou'd groan,</L>
<L>And make the mighty lo&s;s to <HI>England</HI> known;</L>
<L>The lo&s;s of one in Arts and Arms Renown'd,</L>
<L>With <HI>Olive</HI>-Branches and with <HI>Lawrels</HI> Crown'd.</L>
<L>Fam'd as his Auce&s;tors, who braving Fate,</L>
<L>Dur&s;t prop the Nation in it's falling State,</L>
<L>And almo&s;t bore a Tottering Empir's Weight.</L>
<L>For Piety admir'd; in Councils Grave;</L>
<L>Curteous at home, and in the Field as Brave;</L>
<L>Bounteous to all, that did his Bounty Crave.</L>
<L>Religious Friend, an Enemie to tho&s;e,</L>
<L>Who were his Princes and his Countries Foes.</L>
<L>The Roman Engins by his prudence foild,</L>
<L>Back on him &s;ought in vain to have recoil'd:</L>
<L>His Loyal mind unmov'd &s;tood like a Rock,</L>
<L>And unconcern'd repell'd the raging Shock</L>
<L>Of Boi&s;terous Billows vvhen they vvent mo&s;t high</L>
<L>Proof arm'd with Innocence and Con&s;tancy;</L>
<L>He did the wor&s;t of dangers &s;till out<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">vie.</L>
<L>Sure Bucklers tho&s;e are which can never fail,</L>
<L>But will again&s;t the wor&s;t of ills prevail;</L>
<L>Strong Forts Impregnable that none can &s;cale.</L>
<L>No force can ravi&s;h from a virteous bre&s;t,</L>
<L>That inward calmne&s;s that &s;ecures it's Re&s;t.</L>
<L>Let Tides ri&s;e high, and Tempe&s;ts rufle loud,</L>
<L>Winds fight with Winds, and Cloud, &s;till ju&s;tle Cloud,</L>
<L>Till all &s;eem Chaos; yet in this Extream,</L>
<L>He's undi&s;turb'd that holds Truths Golden Mean.</L>
<L><HI>Cecil,</HI> that Name long to our Nation known,</L>
<L>Has prov'd an Ornament to Grace our Throne;</L>
<L>E&s;teem'd a Jewel in the Briti&s;h-Crown,</L>
<L>Poli&s;h'd by Deeds, that purcha&s;'d high Renown.</L>
<L>But &s;ince the World has lo&s;t his better part,</L>
<L>His great immortal mind which dur&s;t a&s;&s;ert,</L>
<L>Unto the la&s;t his Kings and Country's Right,</L>
<L>Since that to Heaven has &s;wiftly taken Flight:</L>
<L>On Wings of Cherubs, Center'd there in bli&s;s,</L>
<L>Lodg'd on a Coa&s;t full &s;tor'd with happine&s;s;</L>
<L>Whence cares, and fears, are bani&s;h'd, Peace and Re&s;t</L>
<L>Are the attending con&s;tant welcome Gue&s;t.</L>
<L>And all is Love, &s;uch Love as ne'r can die,</L>
<L>But lives and la&s;ts to all Eternity.</L>
<L>Let Virtue Mourn the lo&s;s of him below;</L>
<L>And Charities Dim Eyes with Tears o're-flow.</L>
<L>Let Mournful <HI>Cyprus</HI> &s;hade each learned brow,</L>
<L>Let all true worth with weighty &s;orrow bow;</L>
<L>And Sing his Requiems with a doleful &s;ound,</L>
<L>For all of the&s;e Death's Shaft, in him, did wound.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Mourn Reader, for beneath this Marble lies,</HI></L>
<L><HI>(Till the la&s;t Trumpet Summons him to ri&s;e</HI>)</L>
<L><HI>Great Sal'sbury: Nay, &s;tay, 'tis but his du&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Heav'n with the re&s;t wou'd Earth no longer tru&s;t.</HI></L>
<L><HI>His better part's exalted far above,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The reach of Fate tho&s;e endle&s;s joys to prove,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For which he labour'd in his Pilgrimage,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whil&s;t here he trod the World's uncertain Stage;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet Mourn his lo&s;s, for though he joys po&s;&s;e&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We by his death have gain'd unhappine&s;s.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wi&s;dom by him her Orator &s;till &s;peak,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And wou'd no other for her Champion take,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Than he who&s;e Virtues kept the world awake.</HI></L>
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<P>LONDON Printed for <HI>Langly Curtis.</HI> 1683.</P>
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