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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<FIGDESC>skull with shovels, axes, bones and hourglasses</FIGDESC>
<P>MEMENTO MORI</P>
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<HEAD>ON THE DEATH OF THE Honourable ROBERT BOYLE.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOT lea&s;t concern'd tho' la&s;t our <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> appears,</L>
<L>With broaken words to bath thy <HI>&V;rn</HI> in Tears:</L>
<L>She thought to hide within her &s;ighing Brea&s;t</L>
<L>The &s;ullen <HI>Grief,</HI> the <HI>Torments</HI> that oppre&s;t</L>
<L>Her &s;tiffled <HI>Spirits;</HI> till at length a Flame</L>
<L>Broke thro' the <HI>Trance,</HI> among&s;t the Croud &s;he came</L>
<L>Upon thy Sacred <HI>Ob&s;equies</HI> to wait</L>
<L>To weep our <HI>Own,</HI> not <HI>Thine</HI> unhappy <HI>Fate.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Great <HI>BOYLE</HI> by Birth, Greater by <HI>Knowledge</HI> far,</L>
<L><HI>Natures</HI> chief Fav'rite, and the brigte&s;t <HI>Star</HI></L>
<L>That <HI>Heav'ns</HI> ere &s;hew'd to guide the <HI>Learned World</HI></L>
<L>Tho' tumb'ling Seas of <HI>Trials,</HI> Waves that hurl'd</L>
<L>The tender <HI>Bark,</HI> in que&s;t of <HI>Truth</HI> rig'd out,</L>
<L>And often lodg'd her on the Sands of <HI>Doubt,</HI></L>
<L>As oft the <HI>Rocks</HI> of <HI>School Di&s;putes</HI> were made,</L>
<L>And wrack't the Hopes of all the <HI>Learned Trade.</HI></L>
<L>But by thy <HI>Labours</HI> guided we may &s;teer</L>
<L>Betwixt the&s;e <HI>Dangers</HI> thro' an <HI>Ocean</HI> clear</L>
<L>And plea&s;ing as thy <HI>Style</HI> enrich't with new</L>
<L><HI>&V;&s;eful Di&s;coveries,</HI> and yet always <HI>true.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Truth</HI> was thy aim, <HI>Experiments</HI> the way,</L>
<L>And <HI>Nature</HI> yielded to thy lea&s;t <HI>E&s;&s;ay.</HI></L>
<L>Above the toyl of <HI>Bus'ne&s;s</HI> thy high Mind</L>
<L>Stoopt not to <HI>glitt'ring Earth,</HI> only enclin'd</L>
<L>To <HI>&V;niver&s;al Good,</HI> and valued more</L>
<L>An <HI>&V;&s;eful Secret</HI> than the <HI>Indian Store,</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Great Arcanum,</HI> and that Day was lo&s;t</L>
<L>When tedious <HI>Bus'ne&s;s</HI> or <HI>Diver&s;ion</HI> cro&s;t</L>
<L>Thy chief <HI>De&s;ign,</HI> th' <HI>Advancing Knowledge</HI> rais'd</L>
<L>In <HI>Blooming Youth,</HI> and to thy <HI>la&s;t</HI> it blaz'd.</L>
<L>In this thy &s;ickly hours were &s;pent, and then</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Life</HI> &s;eem'd lent Three but for other <HI>Men.</HI></L>
<L>To you the <HI>Air</HI> new qualities reveal'd,</L>
<L>Nor ought within her thin Embrace conceal'd</L>
<L>The Pow'rs of <HI>Heat</HI> and <HI>Cold,</HI> of <HI>Moi&s;t</HI> and <HI>Dry,</HI></L>
<L>The Cau&s;e of <HI>Fixtne&s;s</HI> and <HI>Fluidity</HI></L>
<L>You &s;ought, you found: Not the <HI>Seas Depth</HI> could hide</L>
<L>Nor hidden Qualities in <HI>Flame</HI> re&s;ide.</L>
<L>The far-&s;tretcht <HI>&V;niver&s;e</HI> to you &s;eem'd &s;mall,</L>
<L>You reacht, and yet not only reacht at all.</L>
<L>To bring thy &s;everal great <HI>De&s;igns</HI> in view,</L>
<L>Were to repeat the <HI>Labours</HI> you went thro'.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor were thy thoughts le&s;s influenc'd from <HI>above,</HI></L>
<L>Thy Soul was fired with <HI>Seraphick Love.</HI></L>
<L>This <HI>Chri&s;tian Virtuo&s;o</HI> &s;hew'd the Age,</L>
<L>Men may for <HI>Nature</HI> and for <HI>God</HI> Engage.</L>
<L><HI>Greatne&s;s of Mind</HI> &s;uits both, and he that's Wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Offers to <HI>Heav</HI>'n the <HI>grateful'&s;t Sacrifice.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>At la&s;t, when <HI>Nature</HI> call'd, he &s;lept away,</L>
<L>Nor ope'd his Eyes till in <HI>Eternal Day:</HI></L>
<L>No Pain, no Sickne&s;s rudely forc't his Breath,</L>
<L>'Twas a <HI>Tran&s;lation</HI> rather than a <HI>Death.</HI></L>
<L>Th' <HI>Airs weight</HI> grew heavy for his purer <HI>Mind,</HI></L>
<L>And on its <HI>Spring</HI> it mounted up to find</L>
<L>A Nature like it &s;elf, <HI>Divine</HI> and Free</L>
<L>From Earthly Dro&s;s and all Impurity.</L>
<L><HI>Equilibrated</HI> there't at Re&s;t remains,</L>
<L>Scorning our <HI>Joys,</HI> and freed from all our <HI>Pains.</HI></L>
<L>Fill'd with the <HI>Knowledge</HI> which below it &s;ought;</L>
<L>Fill'd, yet acquir'ing for th' enlarged <HI>Thought,</HI></L>
<L>Grows more and more Capacious to receive,</L>
<L>As the <HI>Eternal Mind</HI> vouch&s;afes to give.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed for <HI>Samuel Smith</HI> at the <HI>Prince</HI>'s <HI>Arms</HI> in St. <HI>Paul</HI>'s Church-yard. 1692.</P>
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