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<HEAD>ON THE MEMORY OF Mr. CALEB SKINNER, and Mr. HEZEKIAH MIDDLETON; <HI>Merchants.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Who were Drowned at <HI>BLACK-WALL,</HI> Coming from on Board a <HI>SHIP</HI> <DATE>the  5<HI>th</HI> of <HI>May.</HI> 1688.</DATE></HEAD>
<BYLINE>By a School-fellow of Mr. <HI>SKINNERS.</HI></BYLINE>
<LG>
<L><HI>PAtience</HI> a while, unruly Tears! My Pen</L>
<L>Mu&s;t Weep, and you &s;hall have your turns again.</L>
<L>&mdash;Come all you Artle&s;s Pa&s;&s;ions, Grief and Love,</L>
<L>Fru&s;trated Hopes, and Sickly wan De&s;pair;</L>
<L>Beat all your Throbing Brea&s;ts, and rend your Hair;</L>
<L>Till every thing but De&s;tiny you move:</L>
<L>Nor need you fear Di&s;turbance from the re&s;t;</L>
<L>All the white Pa&s;&s;ions now are flown away,</L>
<L>Each &s;miling Motion leaves the frighted Brea&s;t</L>
<L>Of our Unhappy <HI>Swains:</HI> Joy will not &s;tay,</L>
<L>Nor Bli&s;s, nor Plea&s;ure &s;weet, nor calm Delight;</L>
<L><HI>Deep, deep!</HI> They vani&s;h into Endle&s;s Night:</L>
<L>Not one poor <HI>Hope</HI> we from the <HI>Wrack</HI> cou'd &s;ave,</L>
<L>All with the Shepherds &s;unk, beneath the <HI>Greedy Wave.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You <HI>Nymphs</HI> who rowl from far to Father <HI>Thames,</HI></L>
<L>The Eternal Tribute of our Chri&s;tal Streams;</L>
<L>Keep not one Drop behind! Wring out each Urn,</L>
<L>And our Unhappy Shepherds help to mourn.</L>
<L>Ask not their Names; In every Eye you'll read</L>
<L>'Tis <HI>Tityrus,</HI> and <HI>Celadon</HI> are dead.</L>
<L>Ah <HI>Tityrus!</HI> How oft in Youthful Years,</L>
<L>As Merry as the Spring that bloom'd around,</L>
<L>Below the Tyranny of Hopes and Fears,</L>
<L>We've worn the happy thoughtle&s;s Hours away,</L>
<L>With <HI>Ru&s;tick Garlands</HI> oft each other Crown'd;</L>
<L>Blithe as the Morn, and Jocund as the Day.</L>
<L>How often gaz'd upon the <HI>Dimpled Wave?</HI></L>
<L>And &s;mil'd like that which &s;oftly &s;tole along,</L>
<L>As li&s;tning to a Shepherds humble Song!</L>
<L>In vain we boa&s;t of Gifts which <HI>Phoebus</HI> gave,</L>
<L>Of Fore&s;ight deep, and Providence Divine.</L>
<L>How little dreamt I then the <HI>Fates De&s;ign,</HI></L>
<L>That &s;uch mu&s;t be th' Unhappy Shepherds Grave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thee <HI>Celadon,</HI> although to me unknown,</L>
<L>Thee! Partner of my <HI>Tityrus</HI>'s Fate;</L>
<L>With him I wail, &s;hare thou in every Groan,</L>
<L>Share thou with him in his Immortal State:</L>
<L>Enter with him the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> Golden Gate.</L>
<L>Thee <HI>Celadon!</HI> Who though unknown to me;</L>
<L>Where &s;unk in th' <HI>Crowd</HI> my &s;elf unknown I lie,</L>
<L>Piping my <HI>Oaten Tunes,</HI> did'&s;t mount more High;</L>
<L>And Crowds, and Men, and Towns, and Cities &s;ee,</L>
<L>And all the Worlds mi&s;taken Gaiety.</L>
<L>Unmov'd thou &s;aw'&s;t 'em all, did'&s;t all o'ercome,</L>
<L>And with thee brought thy <HI>Ru&s;&s;et</HI> Vertue Home.</L>
<L>Thou dar'&s;t be &s;till Unfa&s;hionably brave;</L>
<L>No drop of Blood about thee, call'd the Slave.</L>
<L>Ah! Was that Vertue made to &s;et &s;o &s;oon,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;uch a <HI>Sun be Clouded e'er 'tis Noon:</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<LG>
<L>And e'er he half the round of Life gets o'er,</L>
<L>Be drench'd in that wide <HI>Sea</HI> that knows no &s;hore;</L>
<L><HI>Thames</HI> was his <HI>Sea,</HI> and there he &s;ets, to ri&s;e no more.</L>
</LG>
<L>He was too great for <HI>Clajus</HI> to commend,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t great enough for <HI>Tityrus</HI> his Friend.</L>
<L>Clo&s;e in each others Arms, &s;ee where they lie!</L>
<L>Unminding, or Unfearing Hovering Fate;</L>
<L>Or had they known 't, how could they better die?</L>
<L>How could they be laid out in greater State?</L>
<L>Both gently lean'd upon the others Brea&s;t;</L>
<L>Thus both together Glided &s;oft to <HI>Endle&s;s Re&s;t:</HI></L>
<L>Bright Shades! For you who only &s;et to ri&s;e,</L>
<L>To ri&s;e again, and &s;hine in brighter Skies:</L>
<LG>
<L>To Pity you were almo&s;t Bla&s;phemy,</L>
<L>Than Death, could any greater Ble&s;&s;ing be;</L>
<L>Sure <HI>Tityrus</HI> 't had been be&s;tow'd on thee.</L>
</LG>
<L>Our &s;elves let's Pity then, for they're above,</L>
<L>All but our Imitation and our Love:</L>
<L>Come then you Shepherds, come you &s;ighing Swains!</L>
<L>View on yon <HI>Oozy</HI> Bank, their &s;ad remains;</L>
<L>Where's now that Honey which &s;o oft has flown</L>
<L>From their Dear Lips? where all that lively Grace?</L>
<L>Livid and Black, and all Deform'd they're grown,</L>
<L>And Death and Horror revel in their Face!</L>
<L>Bloated and &s;woln their Eyes, and dull and dead,</L>
<L>Mud in their Hands, and Weeds about their Head.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Away you common Griefs, here comes a <HI>Tide</HI></L>
<L>That overwhelms the di&s;tant Fields, on either &s;ide:</L>
<L>Is any here &s;o large a &s;hare can claim,</L>
<L>As can a Mothers or a Si&s;ters Name:</L>
<L>See where acro&s;s the crowded <HI>Strand</HI> they fly,</L>
<L>And through the opening Ring of <HI>Gazers</HI> come?</L>
<L>But only on his Face can Weeping lye,</L>
<L>Rigid as he, and Cold, and Pale, and Dumb:</L>
<L>See where old Reverend Father <HI>Thames</HI> the while</L>
<L>Sits &s;ad and Pen&s;ive, on &s;ome Neighbouring I&s;le.</L>
<L>His <HI>Reedy Garland</HI> from his Brows he throws;</L>
<L>He throws his Meadow-&s;weet, and Flowers away,</L>
<L>Dull and unguided, &s;ee his Chariot goes;</L>
<L>And where they plea&s;e, he lets his Waters &s;tray.</L>
<L>His cur&s;ed guilty Water's now as black</L>
<L>As <HI>Acheron,</HI> or <HI>Styx</HI>'s <HI>Lazy Lake.</HI></L>
<L>He does of them, and they of <HI>Fate</HI> complain,</L>
<L>And both rowl deeply Murmuring in the Main.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Silver <HI>Medway</HI> greets them as they pa&s;s,</L>
<L>And ask why they &s;uch di&s;mal Pomp put on;</L>
<L>But not a Word they An&s;wer, &s;ave Alas!</L>
<L>Alas! Poor <HI>Tityrus</HI> and <HI>Celadon.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE>May 25. 1688.</DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
<P>This may be Printed.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Robert Midgley.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed for <HI>J. H.</HI> for the U&s;e of the <HI>Friends</HI> of the Decea&s;ed.</P>
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