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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The Glory of Dying in WAR: WITH A particular Application to the Death OF THE Late EARL of SANDWICH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BLe&s;t <HI>Sandwich!</HI> Earth's envy! Heaven's delight!</L>
<L>Whom the Gods honoured to die in Fight!</L>
<L>A Glory far beyond the pow'r of Ver&s;e;</L>
<L>Only, for <HI>Mars,</HI> and <HI>Cannons,</HI> to rehear&s;e.</L>
<L>'Tis Nature's pride; Virtue's reward; a Bli&s;s</L>
<L>Would make the Angels &s;light their happine&s;s,</L>
<L>And Court this Death; Maugre the blinde mi&s;take</L>
<L>Of vulgar &s;p'rits, and tho&s;e lean Souls, who make</L>
<L>It terrible; chu&s;ing rather to go</L>
<L>Ten years tormented with a Gouty Toe,</L>
<L>Or war again&s;t a Cough, their loathing tongues</L>
<L>Spitting the filth, out of their conquer'd lungs:</L>
<L>Or el&s;e their Corp&s;e, with Salves and Sear-Cloths plea&s;e;</L>
<L>Live rotten Monuments of their di&s;ea&s;e;</L>
<L>And carry pale-fac'd Death about to &s;how,</L>
<L>Making a Grave, and &s;tink, where e're they go.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Whil&s;t thou, Great <HI>Sandwich,</HI> mad'&s;t a Nobler choice,</L>
<L>Not to be prais'd enough by humane voice.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who in defence of King and Country di'd,</L>
<L>Have ever hitherto been Deifi'd.</L>
<L>The &s;harpe&s;t Teeth of Time could never skar</L>
<L>The Glory of a man was kill'd i'th' War.</L>
<L>If Advocates gain honour by a Cau&s;e</L>
<L>Concerning Tre&s;pa&s;s in the Common-Laws;</L>
<L>What merits he, who pleads with dint of Sword?</L>
<L>And may be kill'd, or kill at every word:</L>
<L>Who &s;peaks with Lightning and with dreadful Thunder,</L>
<L>Making the Earth to &s;hake, all Mortals wonder:</L>
<L>By who&s;e &s;ucce&s;s, Kingdoms or fall, or &s;tand,</L>
<L>Has the fortune of Princes in his hand;</L>
<L>Nay, the wor&s;hip of the Gods! nay, the lives</L>
<L>Of our &s;elves, our &s;ervants, children and wives.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In this Concern &s;tout <HI>Sandwich</HI> bravely &s;tood,</L>
<L>Until he floated in a Sea of Blood:</L>
<L>Repell'd the fury of the <HI>Hogen</HI> Might;</L>
<L>Shiver'd their Valour, bani&s;h'd 'em the Fight:</L>
<L>And then to make his Victory compleat,</L>
<L>The Heavens &s;toop'd, and took him from the Fleet,</L>
<L>Leaving his Body on the gentle Bed</L>
<L>Of <HI>Neptune,</HI> where the <HI>Sea-gods</HI> honoured</L>
<L>His Her&s;e, and with the Glories of the Main</L>
<L>Conducted it to &s;hore; when with a Train</L>
<L>Of Honours it was met, and in great State</L>
<L>Placed among&s;t the <HI>Gods</HI> o'th' <HI>Second Rate.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus whil&s;t his Corp&s;e in&s;ults with Royal love,</L>
<L>His Soul is led in Triumph by Great <HI>Jove.</HI></L>
<L>Heaven and Earth do both con&s;pire to build</L>
<L>Trophies unto the man that dies i'th' Field.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Now come, ye cur&s;t Di&s;ea&s;es, that have led</L>
<L>Your Captive Coward to his dying Bed;</L>
<L>Shew me what ea&s;e, what comfort you afford</L>
<L>The <HI>Pro&s;elyte</HI> you gained from the Sword.</L>
<L>'Tis true, you give a little time; for what?</L>
<L>To make him feel his grief, or lye and rot:</L>
<L>A Cap, a Doctor, and a tender Nur&s;e;</L>
<L>And &s;o you plague his Body with his Pur&s;e:</L>
<L>Ye put him on a Rack; he ne're confe&s;t,</L>
<L>Nor yet by flatteries, your Death was be&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Tell me, &s;ick Clay, what Honour, what Renown</L>
<L>It is to die upon a Bed of <HI>Down?</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>No, no; the way to Glory doth not lye</L>
<L>Thorough the pangs of a &s;ad Malady:</L>
<L>Not he who is a Slave to Death, and &s;tands</L>
<L>Ready to &s;erve her Me&s;&s;engers Commands;</L>
<L>Submits to every di&s;ea&s;e, and falls,</L>
<L>VVhen e're a petty Cold, or Fever calls:</L>
<L>That man's a man of life, and valour, can</L>
<L>Bid Death &s;tand off; and when he plea&s;e, come on;</L>
<L>That, for his Countries &s;ake, dares &s;ingle meet</L>
<L>All the Death-Heads o'th' <HI>Hogen Mogen</HI> Fleet!</L>
<L>Make Death &s;erve him, in killing others, then</L>
<L>Commands it to return to him agen;</L>
<L>And lift him from this doleful Vale of Tears,</L>
<L>(VVithout the help of Sickne&s;s, or of Years)</L>
<L>Unto Eternal Joy, and Bli&s;s, and Glory,</L>
<L>VVhere Angels love to Chant, and tell his Story.</L>
<L>Thus did, thus liv'd, thus di'd, admir'd by all;</L>
<L><HI>SANDWICH</HI> the Great, and Valiant Admiral.</L>
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<P><HI>London:</HI> Printed by <HI>J. C.</HI> 1672.</P>
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