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A39150 An Elegy on the much lamented death of His Grace the Duke of Beauford who departed this life at his seat at Badminton in Gloucestershire on Sunday the 21st of January 1700, being near the 70 year of his age. 1700 (1700) Wing E426C; ESTC R26464 1,413 1

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MEMENTO MORI AN ELEGY On the much Lamented Death of His Grace the DUKE of Beauford Who Departed this Life at His Seat at Badminton in Glocester shire on Sunday the 21st of January 1700. Being near the 70 Year of His Age. MEMENTO MORI BID Mirth adiue and chearful Harmony And with me Tune a doleful Elegy A Star is Faln an Orb does Disapear Was once the Glory of our Hemisphre Sad News is Heard and Dismal Tidings Spread Alass Alass Great Beauford he is Dead You little think what Prize fate has Engrosst Or what our selves or what the World has lost His Pious Dutches Mournfully does stand In silent Anguish and uplifted Hand His Son and Grandson sadly do Lament And hardly know which way their Greif to Vent His Daughters three great Ladies of Renown Are much Perplex'd with Greif and Dismal Moan Only they 've round them Vertue for their Guard And makes that Easie which we think so Hard Design and Strife were Strangers to his Heart ●ut Peace and Truth and that were ner'e Apart Anger might Knock but there no Enterance found It durst not Tread that Path t was Holy Ground His Temper was to Pietie so True Not his whole Life one Rapi'd Motion knew Like a Smooth Stream it did untroubled Roul Clear as His Eyes and Even as His Soul Through Traitors Swords and Plots contriv'd in Hell Through Inmate Friends that Pray and yet Rebel Beauford undanted has like Gidion pass'd Prefering Faith and Honour to the last Nay what 's a Rarity we find in few He was both Pious and a Soldier too Too soon this mighty Loss is Understood We know the Value when we lost the Good His Loyal Care to Serve his Prince did tend A Faithful Subject Counselor and Friend ' To 'th Royal Line when Faction high did Rise His Arms gave Succour and his Heart Advise So once to Saul did the great Prophet do Good Counsel gave and Fought his Battels too Henceforth Vile Age thy ill spent Time Redeem Grow Good and let Great Beauford be thy Theam In taking Him Fate leaves us Poor and Bare This mighty Worth is more than we can Spare For common Losses common Tears we showre But his great Merit will command much more For this great Loss we ought to have Regard The Loyal and the brave are seldom Spar'd In Props of Vertue we are not so Rich But such a Pillar gon will make a breach Crowds may drop off like Hair of no Esteem But when one Hero goes we lose a Limb Great Ormond's Duke in Sable Robes appears With his fam'd Dutches who abounds in Tears And none knows when their mighty Sorrow ends Who lost the best of Fathers and of Friends Their Noble House and Antient Family Are Dress'd in Sorrow's sadest Livery His high born Kindred round about the Nation Appear in Mourning on this sad Occasion But look on further and observe the Poor And Needy that in Numbers Crowds the Door Such as he Cloath'd and those as long he Fed He greiv'd to see a Man that wanted bread His very Foes who did his worth Envy If they were Poor he freely did Imploy So much he Lov'd to keep at Work the Poor He 'd pull Down Wall 's tho' just built up before About his House no Idle Persons Lurk He took such Care to set them all to Work And none without their Wages went away He scorn'd to Robb the poor Man of his Pay But to our Sorrow this Relief is Given Our Loss on Earth has Gain'd a Friend in Heaven EPITAPH Under this Pile the great Duke Beauford lies Whose Death has Caused many Weeping Eyes His Noble Friends with Tears make sad Complaint At their great Loss tho' Heaven has gain'd a Saint Where he 's Rewarded for his Deeds below With blessings there to high for Earth to know His Fame on Earth ought still to be Inrol'd Not in black Ink but Shining Leaves of Gold LONDON Printed by J. Wilkins near Fleet-street 1700.