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Hecatonstichon, or, An elegy upon the much deplored death and solemn funeral of the Right Honourable Charles Earl of Mountrath, president of Connaght, &c., one of the lords justices of Ireland who deceased the 18 of December, anno Dom. 1661.
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Haukes, Edward.
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Wing H1151B; ESTC R34935
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Hecatonstichon OR An ELEGY upon the much deplored Death and solemn Funeral of the Right Honourable CHARLES Earl of Mountrath President of Connaght c. one of the Lords Justices of Ireland Who deceased the 18. of December Anno Dom. 1661. GReat Alexander judg'd Achilleâ— Bayes More glorious by the learned Homers praise AEneas Deeds had slept had not the Pen Of famous Maro giv'n them Life agen Glory Then brave Atchievements gain Triumphant When Wit Learning do compose their Story See then Mountrath's great Acts ye do record If yet our Age a Poet can afford A Trophey He deserves if That He miss It is our envious Ages shame not His. My Meanness to such Merit bids me hold Yet Duty to His Honour makes me bold Thus to deplore our Loss His Funeral The Irish Terrour once now Festival Tone But dare these savage Monsters change their Who lately name but COOTE did houl O hone Dare Kernes Tories Miscreants yell or sing While English Ears with Lamentation ring Dare they once more lift up rebellious Head Will Wolves be Rampant now the Lion's dead Ignoble Souls This Land cannot be free From Venom whilst such Snakes belch Calumny To taint our Hero's Fame but all in vain His Worth and Loyalty they cannot stain These Rebels true he vanquished with 's sword But 't was to pay them Tribute to his Lord He tam'd by 's prowess this Lernaean Train To prepare Subjects for his Soveraign He fears not Irish Bogs Phanatique Snares Whilst He his Royal Masters way prepares In Him for so frank Nature had devis'd Valour and Policie's epitomiz'd To serve His King His Country and His God The English Champion and the Irish Rod. All wish'd the King restor'd but none could do 't Till Scotland found her Monk Ireland COOTE King Charles he mounts His Throne like the Darts forth resplendant rays through Albion Sun And that the Irish Fog his Beams might clear In Charls Mountrath King Charls he did appear Thus shin'd the Glory of our Constellation Charls by Name and Charls by Deputation When that these Halcyon days he had beheld Peace joyn'd with Plenty Adversaries quell'd The King inthron'd Nobility advanc'd The Commons Liberty Arts countenanc'd He sang his Nunc Dimittis his vast Minde Left Earth in Heaven Eternal Bliss to finde Cease then malignant Tongues to blast his Fame The Engish Interest we count his Name His Name pronounce like Zisca's Drum it frights Whole Legions of the Popish Proselytes But here let worthy Patriots drop a Tear A grateful Emblem to this worthy Peer Let Sables be the Fashion midnight-dress Best suits with Universal Heaviness I lately saw a wise Triumvirate With prudent Counsel steer the Ship of State But when Mountrath untimely left his Sâ—ation It seem'd like Soul and Bodies separation I sought his Brothers out whom while I see I fancie all turn'd Ghosts by sympathy The Citizens at 's death like men possest Cry out Then farewel English Interest The Inns as having sense of his hard Fate Are clad in mourning while he lies in State This doleful news when that the Liffj hears She powereth forth a Flood of Brinish Tears The serene Heavens too could finde an Eye To weep at this our Publick Misery But in his Family what Tongue can tell What Sighs what Sobs what Tears what Plaints Niobe to Marble's turned but Oh! see besel His choicest JEWEL turn'd to Niobe She was so much in Him that when he dy'd The Task was hard these Lovers to divide The Children are cast down but I cann't say Whether for Sickness more or Grief they lay They live indeed God heard their Fathers cry O save my Childrens Life and let me die His faithful Servants so bewail His End As those that lost a Master and a Friend Such was my Thought my Grief my Malady Now rudely vented in this ELEGY Thus fell this peerless HERO Strength is vain Not by One Wound but by a Thousand slain But stay Methinks he marcheth to his Grave As One that still new Victories would have The Troops of Mourners with their General Will enter Heaven it seems or scale the Wall Heav'n suffers violence he enters soon Prevailing by GOD's Armour not his Own To Earth he bids adieu and Heav'n doth gain To adde a glorious Star to CHARLS his Wain Where Charls the Martyr Charls his Noble Sire And Loyal Saints make up a Blessed Quire Christ-Church His Corps contains His Soul the His Son his Image Earth His Memory Skie But we must stay till Death our passage free Good GOD prepare us for Eternity By EDWARD HAUKES His Honours Domestique Chaplain Inclytus hostiles retegit Montrathius artes Barbara non populos vincula ferre sinit Nec fasces ambit Cape tu Diademata Caesar Dixerat en tenuis sufficit Vrna mihi Non aliter Phoebi pracessit Phosphorus axem Obscurus subito cum facit ille diem Incipit heu CAROLI Regis nece flebilis annus Et CAROLI Comitis desinit ille rogo Anglia non poterit tantam reparare ruinam Nec poteris damnum tristis Iërna tuum Hi tamen in Coelis regno pace fruentur Rex CAROLUS prior est huic Comes alter crit Per Eundem