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<P>MEMENTO MORI</P>
</FIGURE>To the Memory, of the Incomparable SIR ANDREVV RAMSAY OF ABBOTS-HALL. Provo&s;t of <HI>Edinburgh,</HI> Coun&s;eller to His <HI>Majesty,</HI> Lord of the Se&s;&s;ion, <HI>&amp;c.</HI> Who departed this Life, <DATE><HI>January</HI> 17. 1688.</DATE></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">A F&V;NERAL ELEGIE.</HEAD>
<L>AS to divide the Winds that di&s;agree,</L>
<L>When in Tempe&s;tuous Storms they mingled be,</L>
<L>And lay their Stern Encounters &s;o a&s;leep,</L>
<L>That they may whi&s;per Mu&s;ick to the Deep,</L>
<L>Impo&s;&s;ible to us it is; no le&s;s,</L>
<L>Thy Prai&s;es, or our Griefs, are to expre&s;s,</L>
<L>Great <HI>Abbot&s;-Hall!</HI> Thy worth they only know,</L>
<L>Who are above, when we do mourn below,</L>
<L>By Intellect and Love, Ye conver&s;e there,</L>
<L>Things bani&s;hed our muddie Hemi&s;phere.</L>
<L>Soul-wounding-grief, and wonder, are the two,</L>
<L>Sole Legacies, Thou leaves us here below.</L>
<L>And could not Thou have &s;tayed with us a while,</L>
<L>Till Thou had &s;een a fully purged Ile.</L>
<L>Thou <HI>Edinburghs</HI> Glory, Plea&s;ure of our eyes!</L>
<L>Yet ble&s;t be God, it is with no &s;urpri&s;e.</L>
<L>Although our woeful Comfort who can &s;moother,</L>
<L>Is only this, we'll ne're lo&s;&s;e &s;uch another.</L>
<L>And this compleats our Tragedie, beyond</L>
<L>This, Fate can hardly give a greater wound.</L>
<L>Our Nation's Bankrupt grown, all men may &s;ee,</L>
<L>Beyond the hopes of a Recoverie.</L>
<L>When Gallantry and Ju&s;tice have their Fall,</L>
<L>In <HI>Collington</HI> and Generous <HI>Abbot&s;-Hall,</HI></L>
<L>For we could &s;ay, while they were both alive,</L>
<L>The Kingdoms Honour could all Storms &s;urvive.</L>
<L>Never did active Soul of Sacred Birth,</L>
<L>Inform a more Cele&s;tial piece of Earth,</L>
<L>Than <HI>Abbots-Hall,</HI> who &s;carce has left behind,</L>
<L>A Subject, of a more Maje&s;tick Mind.</L>
<L>How did He all our angry Broiles appea&s;e,</L>
<L>And with His own Unre&s;t, procure our Ea&s;e.</L>
<L>He car'd not what Turmoils po&s;&s;e&s;t His Brea&s;t,</L>
<L>So that the Town from Tumults, was at re&s;t.</L>
<L>For alwayes like a Monarch, He did Reign,</L>
<L>Above dull-piti'd Envie, or Di&s;dain.</L>
<L>Yet never did He to Preferment ri&s;e</L>
<L>By Scrapes, or Bribes, or &s;uch ba&s;e Simonies.</L>
<L>He Calm'd all Quarrells, Vanqui&s;ht every Spite,</L>
<L>And made each Enemie His pro&s;elyte.</L>
<L>More than ten years, which &s;poke His high Renown,</L>
<L>He was the Angel-Guardian of the Town.</L>
<L>Where he made void the Poets &s;ad Regrate.</L>
<L>Of ju&s;t <HI>A&s;treas</HI> long bewail'd Retreat,</L>
<L>His every Act that Opprobrie cancell'd.</L>
<L>In Him &s;he &s;poke, in Him &s;he Breath'd, and Dwell'd.</L>
<L>We may affirm it &s;ince our Saviours Birth,</L>
<L>He was Her true&s;t Deputie on Earth.</L>
<L>What ever Sentence from his Lips did fall,</L>
<L>His Prudence made it &s;till Rhetorical.</L>
<L>When this whole Island Floated in a Sea.</L>
<L>Of Di&s;obedience, and Di&s;loyaltie,</L>
<L>He by his Wi&s;dom all the&s;e Syrens pa&s;t,</L>
<L>Being pinioned unto the Loyal Ma&s;t.</L>
<L>His Goodne&s;s, and his Wi&s;dom, was &s;o Great,</L>
<L>He Equally both Knaves, and Fools, did Hate.</L>
<L>If what we Great or Generous E&s;teem,</L>
<L>Exemption from the Grave could ju&s;tly claim,</L>
<L>He had (could now Fates Rigour be abated)</L>
<L>With <HI>Enoch</HI> and <HI>Elias</HI> been tran&s;lated.</L>
<L>And yet though Death di&s;&s;olved hath His; Frame,</L>
<L>He'l be immortal in a la&s;ting Fame;</L>
<L>If Genero&s;ity from Death could &s;ave,</L>
<L>Great <HI>Abbot&s;-Hall</HI> He had e&s;capt the Grave.</L>
<L>But now being Heavens Inhabitant, and Gue&s;t,</L>
<L>He unmixt Sweets enjoyes among&s;t the Ble&s;t.</L>
<L>Yet may His Fame on Earth, till time &s;hal die,</L>
<L>Yeeld unto nothing, but Eternitie.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>N. Pater&s;on.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<Q><L>O anima emigra, Christo moriente quid horres?</L>
<L>Vivam &s;eu Moriar, Sanguine vivo Dei.</L>
<L>Tran&s;itus &egrave; vivis, Vitae melioris Origo est,</L>
<L>Aut potins Vitae mors ea Principium.</L></Q>
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