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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54950	An epistolary poem to John Dryden, Esq. occasion'd by the much lamented death of the Right Honourable James, Earl of Abingdon / by William Pittis ...	Pittis, William, 1674-1724.	1699 (1699)	Wing P2319; ESTC R2510	10,123	24

what we Offer to His Maker pays Thankful to Him by whose all-wise Decrees Nature had made Him live and made Him please Within their Tears the Weeping Servants spend And as they mourn their Master mourn their Friend Without the Poor their sad Attendance give And almost cease their Patron dead to live Their Wants are loud and clam'rous is their Care Having no hopes but Heav'n and in His Heir And who but they can Fortune 's Wrongs redress And Israel's Sons with Israel's Manna bless Support the Feeble and Employ the Strong And Nurse the Aged and Instruct the Young Who can His Counsels with His Bounty give And saving Life shall teach 'em how to live But Oh! not only These have cause for Tears Tho' great Their Loss and just Their growing Fears Nations should weep and Kingdoms should employ Their Grief on Him who was a Kingdom 's Joy To be a Father Tender Just and Good A Brother in Affection as in Blood To be a Master whose Indulgence strove Ev'n to out-do His Grateful Servants Love To be a Patron permanent and wise Still giving and prepar'd for Merit 's Crys These These are Actions of uncommon Fame And rarely practic'd may our Wonder claim But to arise in injur'd Vertue 's Cause Defend our Freedoms and assert our Laws To side with Iustice and in part secure That Worship holy which with Him was pure As much exceeds those Vertues as They raise Their Deeds above the vulgar Merit 's Praise And purchas'd Blessings ne'r had been restor'd But by the Prince He serv'd and by His Sword Just was the Cause as was its Champion brave Resolv'd to die or else resolv'd to save Much did His Love to Him that err'd perswade But more the Error beg'd and urg'd His Aid Up from His dear Retreat and lov'd Abode He rais'd Himself impatient for His God Nor sheath'd His pious Sword nor eas'd His Thoughts Till Heav'n had sav'd the Land and heal'd her Faults And then quite deaf to proff'ring Courts He came Rejecting Titles and resisting Fame And hid from Business tho' He could not hide From doing Good He bless'd His God and dy'd So Rome's Dictator from the Plough arose And left his Pleasures to pursue his Foes But Rome preserv'd and Roman Rights maintain'd Home he return'd and in his Farm he reign'd Ease and Retreat the Triumphs which he sought And reap'd the fruits of Peace for which he fought Methinks I see the dying Heroe lie Joys in His Heart and Raptures in His Eye Chearful His Looks and easy is His Mind Speechless expiring thoughtful and resign'd Children and Wealth and Brethren urge His stay But Heav'n's in view and wings Him on His way And lo He mounts around Him Angels fly And bear their Sacred Charge along the Sky Heroes stand up and Saints departed greet Their Heav'nly Guest and guide Him to His Seat But who can Eleonora's Joys reveal Or speak those Pleasures only She can feel Swift to Her Husband's Arms the Goddess flies Dwells on His Looks and feasts upon his Eyes Entranc'd her Mind still growing fresh Delight Which ev'ry Look renews and ev'ry Sight Ten Thousand hasty Welcomes see Her give Ten Thousand Questions ask of those who live Again She hears Him and again entreats Th' obliging News which He again repeats As in each other's Arms reclin'd They share Each other's Praises and each other's Pray'r O DRYDEN quick the Sacred Pencil take And rise in Vertue 's Cause for Vertue 's sake Of Heav'n's the Song and Heav'n-born is Thy Muse Fitting to follow Bliss which mine will lose Bold are Thy Thoughts and soaring is Thy Flight Thy Fancy tempting Thy Expressions bright Moving Thy Grief and pow'rful is Thy Praise Or to command our Tears or Ioys to raise So shall His Worth from Age to Age convey'd Shew what the Heroe did and Poet paid And future Times shall practice what they see Perform'd so well by Him and prais'd by Thee Whilst I confess the Weakness of My Lays And give My Wonder where Thou giv'st Thy Praise As I from ev'ry Muse but Thine retire And HIM in Thee and Thee in HIM admire FINIS THE PATENTEE OR Some Reflections in Verse on Mr. R 's forgetting the Design of his Majesty's Bear-Garden at Hockly in the Hole and Letting out the Theatre in Dorset-Garden to the same Use on the Day when Mr. Dryden's Obseqies were perform'd And both Play-houses forbore Acting in Honour to his Memory 'T WAS well perform'd as it was well design'd And Lords and Commons the Procession joyn'd Horror in all its Pomp of Sorrows drew A Scene of Woe which Grief could hardly view When through the Streets the mournful Chariots pass'd And slowly bore what Fate destroy'd in hast As weeping Crouds officious in their Praise Sprinkled with flowing Tears the wither'd Bays Yet what avails it That this Prince of Bards Has all just Honours paid and due Regards That He in Chaucer's Grave most Nobly sleeps And Fame around his Tomb her Vigils keeps That Learned Garth his Sacred Worth has shown In Eloquence not Second to his own And speaking what shall be with pleasure read Reviv'd those Vertues which he wept for Dead That Hireling Players could their Acts refrain And greedy Patentees forgoe their Gain To pay their cheap Acknowledgments of Woe And own a Debt which they must ever owe If on the solemn Day the Stage is lent For Slaves to tread and Villains to frequent As Noise and Nonsence joyn'd together sit And desecrates the Hallow'd Seat of WIT. Oh! Sacred Bard from whose instructive Lays Britannia conquers Italy in Praise Who feel'st the Raptures which thy Numbers taught And ha'st no other Eyes but those of Thought A while forget thy bless'd Abode and see That House prophan'd which owes its Fame to Thee Within whose Walls thy coppy'd Heroes shew How much the Feign'd could personate the True Behold the Structure and survey the Dome Which makes Augusta Rival ancient Rome And shews the Glories of the British Isle As Europe cannot boast a Noble Pile The best of Buildings and the worst abus'd A Stable should not be so meanly us'd Ah! see the Place where thy Ventidius stood Bending with Years and most profusely good Unmov'd by Fate and of unshaken Truth His Counsels those of Age His Courage that of Youth Where Mourning Anthony contesting strove Which to relinquish Honour or his Love As ev'ry Hearer's Sorrows took his Part And truly wept for him who griev'd with Art Butchers and Bailiffs now the Boxes fill Where Ladies Eyes were Instruments to kill Where Kit-Cats sate and Toasters would be seen These swoln with Wit and those with Letch'ry lean But it s in vain that I Resentments show The craving Muck-worm R will have it so And spight of Shame and due Respect to Sence Has turn'd it to a Slaughter-house for Pence Departed Shade For whom he Sorrows feigns And sends his Mourning Coaches for his Gains Down from above thy Sacred Spirit dart And Influence some