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An elegy in commemoration of Sr. Edmund Saunders, late lord chief justice of H[i]s Majesties Court of Kings-Bench; vvho departed this life the 19th of this instant June, anno Domini, 1683.
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Wing E349; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[140]; ESTC R36157
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AN ELEGY IN Commemoration of SR Edmund Saunders Late Lord Chief Justice of his Majesties Court of Kings-Bench vvho departed this Life the 19th of this Instant June Anno Domini 1683. 21. June 1683 AND art thou gon thou brave amongst the great Laws Oracle a Pillar of the State The Fates were cruel thus to snatch thee hence When England with thy loss could ill dispence Wisdom with Mournful Cyprus shades her Brows Before your Herse Stupendious Learning bows The Nations Genius trembl'd at your fall Dreading the Fates design'd to ruin all That we can Wisdom or true Virtue call That Wisdom which to frame each great design Did often with well Govâ—ern'd reason joyn Dos now in Heaven's transparent Empyrium shine Thy Virtues Noble as thy self were seen And thy due Lawrels wear Eternal Geen Which time can never blast the Fates can't hide Nor yet the power of Deaths Dire force divide Fame Ecchoes loud thy praises and thy worth Which beaming brightness through Death's Vail sends forth Thy Name in Fames immortal book is plac'd And in the Worlds last Ages shall be grac'd Nor shal't by eating Time be e'r defac'd Humble and Courteous was thy mighty mind Not to Ambition nor to Pride inclin'd But still unto thy Countries use confin'd Charity still waited thy uprise And never turn'd from thee with Languid Eyes All good men lov'd thee bad men fear'd thy frown Justice her self proclaim'd thy high renown In all Estates thy Virtues did thee Crown Thy Prince's favour thou didst still possess Beyond what here the Muses can express The Nations good in health and sickness were Thy daily Study and Supremest Care No Pains to serve the Publique didst thou spare Which makes thee live I' th Deathless book of Fame And to all Ages will thy worth proclaim Recording thy immortal Matchless Name Yet Mourn true Virtue Learning shead a Tear Let Brittains Empire all in Grief appear Each mournful Isle her Robe of sorrow wear â—an Fan with gales of Sighs the Gentle Air That it to distant Lands the News may bear And on its Wings the weeping Clouds convey Whose falling drops from Gloomy Curtains may In tacite Language plainly Emblemise How all true Loyalists with flowing Eyes Pay tribute Tears to these dear Obsequies To him to learned Saunders whose great Soul Is mounted now above the Worlds controul Whom Fate durst not attach till her command Was sign'd by the Almighty's favouring hand To free his darling from Earths slavery To man what greater favour cou'd there be Than from a suffering World thus Rap'd on high In perfect Freedom to transcend the Skie On Earth to leave true virtues wreaths of Bays And Crown'd in Heaven vvith bright incircling Rays To leave a Wilderness for Paradice Hovv kind is Death when he does thus intice Poor vveary Mortals from a World of vvoe To those bless'd Fountains vvhence all joys do flovv When ease is lost belovv it s found above Happy thou art in sacred choicest love Then rest thy Ashes in their sacred Urne Whilst Heaven and you rejoyce the Earth does Mourn The former for the Gemm so lately gain'd The latter for the loss she has sustain'd And thy free Soul for joys it has obtain'd EPITAPH READER within this narrow Vrn's confin'd Great Saunders all but his immortal mind For willing Earth could that no longer stay Heaven call'd it hence that Call it did obey But still he lives Fame gives him Life in Death And sounds his Praises with her loudest breath LONDON Printed for Langly Curtes 1683