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B03139 An elegy in commemoration of the honourable Lieutenant-General Talmash, who departed this life at Plymouth on the 12th. of June, 1694. of a mortal wound received in his thigh, in the glorious enterprize in landing the English forces at Camerett-Bay in France, &c. 1694 (1694) Wing E349B; ESTC R171914 1,376 1

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AN ELEGY In Commemoration of the Honourable Lieutenant-General TALMASH Who Departed this Life at PLYMOVTH on the 12th of June 1694. of a Mortal VVound received in his Thigh in the Glorious Enterprize in Landing the English Forces at Camerett-Bay in France c. Licensed June 15. 1694. SInce those that should attend this Noble Hearse And sigh out Numbers fit for mournful Verse Have not resorted to the Muses Spring From sad Melpomonie those Wreaths to bring Of Cyprus that should Crown in solemn State Death's hasty Conquest in untimely Fate In humble Strains inspir'd by Grief I come To offer an Oblation at his Tomb Whose Loss Commands our Tears compels our Eyes To brim themselves with Briny Elegies Pardon me then you of the lofty strain That humble I presume whilst you restain To pay a Tribute due and say that Death Sow'd Seeds of Sorrow when he reap●d this Breath From whence a Crop of growing Grief does-rise That most to Melancholly add supplies When Death his Shafts does level at the Great He minds us most of an Immortal state And gives large Prospect that all things below Are fading and can no true Joys bestow That Honour Riches Strength and Power must have Declinings till they drop into a Grave Imperial Death 's impartial Hand does strike The Rich and Poor and levels all alike His Kingdoms in the Dust his Subjects there Know no distinction but have equal share Yet Virtuous Deeds too swift for Death do fly They ' scape his shafts and only cannot die They live till Time is lost and is no more And then they have Eternity in store So Noble Talmash by his Deeds shall live Fame brooks no Silence but due Praise do's give His Courage England will have e'er in Mind And France proud France his Death most dear shall find Shall rue the day that he his Breath resign'd His Bounty flow'd and tenderly he ey'd His Souldiers and their frequent Wants supply'd And if in any thing in that took Pride When he Battalions or the Squadrons lead Joy brightn'd in each Face and banish'd Dread None shrunk where e're he did the Legion Head His humble Carriage and his Curteous Meen Gain'd him where e're he came a high Esteem Wisdom an Ample Seat in him did find To which was an undaunted Valour joyn'd Tho' Modest and to serious Thoughts inclin'd Refin'd by Learning pleasing was his Strain By which his Soldiers did Advantage gain Rarely the storm of Passion toss'd his Mind Tho' for the Camp his Days were most design'd A Propping-Pillar of the State he stood And if he glory'd 't was in doing Good From a long Race of Heroes he descends Which to our Nation 's safety were true Friends And hazarded the utmost in its Cause Defending its Religion and its Laws In worst of Times brave Talmash's Name was Great Help't stem the Torrent of an adverse Fate In all he Loyalty and Vertue show'd And paid what Noble Souls to Honour ow'd Fame in an everlasting scrowle has writ H●s Deathless Deeds and Heaven has thought fit They shall be obvious to each curious Eye Till Riveted to round Eternity The Loss is great and does Mankind surprize But Earth must yield unto the Rival Skies Celestial Realms of Light the Blest above Now Triumph to infold him in their Love Then tho' some Tears must fall le ts not complain Since by our Loss he reaps so great a Gain But let us study to Live well that we From Cumbers of this Life by Death set free May mount like him and ever happy be THE EPITAPH This Marble but contains the Noble Dust Of Talmash till the Resurrections Morn His better part remains among the Just Who Heaven's bright Throne with dazling Light adorn His Race thus run the Prize he won at last Though we have lost by losing him yet he The Storms and Tempests being over-past Has gain'd safe Harbour in Eternity Edinburgh Re-printed in the Year 1694.