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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03258	An elegie to the memory of Richard Earl of Tyrconnel, late Deputy of Ireland, and General of the bog-trotting army, who departed this life in Limerick, on Tuesday August the 8th. 1691.		1691 (1691)	Wing E450; ESTC R171922	1,264	1

AN ELEGIE To the Memory of Richard Earl of Tyrconnel Late Deputy of Ireland and General of the Bog-trotting Army who departed this Life in Limerick on Tuesday August the 8th 1691. In Irish Verse in a bog-trotting Srain My grumbling Muse comes huffing in disdain To this sad Herse whereon Tyrconnel lies Whose Fame deserves a Thousand Elegies Dear Joy He was a Man of great Renown Till adverse Fortune threw the Champion down For his Exploits with Musquet and with Cannon I take for Witness Limerick and the Shannon His Luck was nought although he did prove true To Babel's Whore and Bastard Lewis too When Fortune smil'd he was imperious proud And falling down he sunk in Seas of Blood Contentious cruel base But why should I When dead with Scorpions whip his Memory Then hold my Muse and in a sober Verse Strew Christian sighs about the dead Man's Herse Man 's made of Dust and broke with Grief and Care A guilded Statue that 's blown up with Air His Child-hood's crying and his Youth is vain His Man-hood's sorrow and 's Old-age a Pain 'Twixt Wind and Wave and Storms of Church and State He 's toss'd and tumbled to a Tragick Fate If Time but smile then his ambitious Eyes Stares up aloft into promotions Skies And fawning Fortune with her flattering Wings Brings him in favour with the greatest Kings She bears him up vain glorious in disdain With greater force to let him fall again This Object of our Joy and Grief doth show What mortal Men at Times must undergo The Charms of Rome which blind the simples Eyes Made him intend a foolish Enterprize Eclips'd his Reason to believe a Lye And Idolize perverted Loyalty He that would pay Allegiance to his King With Loyalty must a good Conscience bring Not as this Dear Joy steer'd ' gainst Tide and Wind And left Religion on the Shoar behind And turn'd at last so false in every thing That he prov'd Traitor to his Popish King With all his Force and Power strove to advance The Interest of the Tyrant King of France He that contrive his King and Countries Fall Is False Perfidious and a Cannibal Duty to Man when what we ow's laid by Unto our Maker's but Idolatry Not Zeal blindfolded nor the Romish Cause Can overturn Religion and the Laws No Peradventure of a shallow Brain Can cut the Church and rend the State in twain There is a Power above all humane Things That rules below and guides the Fate of Kings Then Plotters and Conspirators in Treason That sore aloft above the Sphere of Reason Throw off your Vizards and wash off your Paint Which makes a Devil sometimes appear a Saint Lay by your Plots and all your black Designs ' Ere divine Fate blow up your secret Mines Incensed Vapours that 's compos'd of Air Leap from Earth's Bowels to a higher Sphere And turn to Comets where they do remain Threatning a while and vanish quite again Even so those Spirits that would still aspire Transgress their Bounds and perish in desire But as for this our Popish Irish Saint Who sweet St. Patrick's help did never want He 's fallen asleep Dear Joy and let him ly Depriv'd of Life Sense Truth and Loyalty EPITAPH BElow this Stone interr'd doth ly Rebellion both and Loyalty An honest Dear Joy that was full Of Plots as empty as his Skull In health no Man could well endure him No Bonny-Clobber sick could cure him His Life was cruel curs'd and ill And now he 's dead against his Will But since he 's gone here let him ly A Map of false Fidelity FINIS