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<HEAD>AN ELEGY On that Worthy and Famous ACTOR, Mr. CHARLES HART, Who departed this Life <DATE><HI>Thur&s;day August</HI> the <HI>18th.</HI> 1683.</DATE></HEAD>
<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><ADD>31. Aug. 1683.</ADD></DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>CAn HART be dead, and yet neglected lie,</L>
<L>Like vulgar Trophies of Mortality,</L>
<L>Nor have His Name &s;hrin'd in an <HI>Elegy?</HI></L>
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<L>Hence Modern Wits, <HI>Apollo</HI>'s <HI>Ba&s;tard-brood;</HI></L>
<L>If not for <HI>Him,</HI> mourn your <HI>Ingratitude.</HI></L>
<L>You oft have Ver&s;e on <HI>meaner</HI> Subjects made;</L>
<L>None &s;hou'd give <HI>Pre&s;ents,</HI> and leave <HI>Debts</HI> unpaid.</L>
<LG>
<L>Unthankful Tribe! how can ye &s;ilent be,</L>
<L>And let His <HI>Fame</HI> earth with his <HI>Corps,</HI> when He</L>
<L>Gave both your Works and You Eternity.</L>
</LG>
<L>Thus lighted Tapers round their Flames do ca&s;t,</L>
<L>And but for <HI>Others Good, Them&s;elves</HI> they wa&s;te.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Pardon, <HI>bright Saint,</HI> if now my weaker Ver&s;e</L>
<L>Appear in &s;ighing o'r Thy <HI>Glorious Her&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>To chide bold Death, and our va&s;t Lo&s;s bewail;</L>
<L>Our Lo&s;s, which nought on Earth can countervail:</L>
<L>For where's a Name like HART, that has the Pow'r,</L>
<L>Can force all eyes t'a Tributary Show'r?</L>
<L>Who&s;e Sins begot no <HI>Libels,</HI> whom the Poor</L>
<L>For <HI>Benefit,</HI> the Rich for <HI>Worth</HI> adore;</L>
<L>Who liv'd a <HI>Phoenix,</HI> who Him&s;elf deny'd,</L>
<L>And to warm Pa&s;&s;ion a cold Martyr dy'd.</L>
<L>Sure He's not dead? Such were His looks, when He</L>
<L>Wou'd counterfeit a Death in <HI>Tragedy.</HI></L>
<L>But, ah! He's gone too &s;ure; Cold is His Brow,</L>
<L>And th bu&s;ie Pul&s;e for ever's idle now;</L>
<L>His Tongue, which late &s;uch Melody did arm,</L>
<L>As could to Exta&s;ie the Hearers charm;</L>
<L>Who&s;e Sweetne&s;s (<HI>as we thought</HI>) might <HI>Fate o'r come,</HI></L>
<L>And make him change his Rigour, now is dumb.</L>
<L>Silent as Sleep He lies, His late&s;t Breath</L>
<L><HI>Lifes Ep<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">logue</HI> &s;poke, and all is &s;till as <HI>Death.</HI></L>
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<L>Farewel! Thou Darling of <HI>Melpomene;</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Be&s;t</HI> but <HI>Imitate, None Equal Thee;</HI></L>
<L>With Thee the Glory of the Stage is fled,</L>
<L>The <HI>Heroe, Lover,</HI> both with HART lie dead:</L>
<L>Of whom all &s;peak, when of His Parts they tell,</L>
<L>Not as of <HI>May,</HI> out &s;ome great <HI>Miracle.</HI></L>
<L>Such Pow'r He had o'r the Spectators gain'd,</L>
<L>As forc'd a <HI>Real</HI> Pa&s;&s;ion from a <HI>Felon'd.</HI></L>
<L>For when they &s;aw AMINTOR bleed, &s;trait all</L>
<L>The Hou&s;e, for every Drop, a Tear let fall;</L>
<L>And when ARBACES wept, by &s;ympathy,</L>
<L>A flowing Tide of Wo gu&s;h'd from each Eye.</L>
<L>Then, when he would our ea&s;ie Griefs beguile,</L>
<L>Or CELADON or PEREZ made us &s;mile:</L>
<L>Thus our Affections He or <HI>Rais'd</HI> or <HI>Lay'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mirth, Grief</HI> and <HI>Love</HI> by wondrous Art He &s;way'd.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Let no detracting Tongue dare wound His Fame,</L>
<L>Nor the Preci&s;e gain&s;t <HI>Actors</HI> more exclaim,</L>
<L>HART has re&s;tor'd their Credit, grac'd their Name,</L>
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<L>His Life the Stage in&s;tructed, and now dead,</L>
<L>We're taught by Him the Worlds gay Stage to tread.</L>
<L>Oh happy me! in &s;uch a Time brought forth,</L>
<L>As to behold &s;uch Goodne&s;s, and &s;uch Worth.</L>
<L>All that was Excellent we in Him might &s;ee,</L>
<L>Servant to Ju&s;tice, and &s;trict Hone&s;ty:</L>
<L>So Pure each Scene of's Life was, &s;carce we can</L>
<L>Find Vice enough, to &s;ay He was but Man.</L>
<L>His unexampl<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">d Virtues have no end,</L>
<L>He was a Loyal Subject, Faithful Friend:</L>
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<L>Mans Favourite, and th Almighties was He too,</L>
<L>Each hour His Alms and Pray'rs did Heav'n pur&s;ue,</L>
<L>Secur'd of which bright Man&s;ion, hence he flew.</L>
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<L>And now, &s;hou'd I a&s;pire each Grace to Prai&s;e,</L>
<L>A Work t'a&s;toni&s;h Wonder I mu&s;t rai&s;e</L>
<L>But oh, ble&s;t Soul! &s;ince great our Lo&s;s appears,</L>
<L>Permit me bath Thy Memory in Tears;</L>
<L>For Thy &s;urviving Fame can never die,</L>
<L>Con&s;in'd to nothing but Eternity.</L>
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<L>While Thy ble&s;t <HI>Life</HI> &amp; <HI>Death</HI> to th' <HI>Be&s;t</HI> give <HI>Laws,</HI></L>
<L>And each this certain Truth from Envy draws,</L>
<L>HART ne'r made <HI>Exit</HI> yet without Applau&s;e.</L>
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<P>Printed by <HI>Nath. Thomp&s;on,</HI> at the Entrance into the <HI>Old-Spring, Garden</HI> near <HI>Charing-Cro&s;s,</HI> 1682.</P>
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