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A38982 An Elegy on the death of James Hoare, Esq. master controller of His Majesty's mint at the Tower, vvho departed this life November the 24th, 1696. 1696 (1696) Wing E372A; ESTC R36074 988 1

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MEMENTO MORI AN ELEGY On the Death of JAMES HOARE Esq Master Controller of his Majestys Mint at the Tower VVho departed this Life November the 24th 1696. HARK now methinks I hear a dismal Cry As if some fatal Tragedy drew nigh Alas What means this tingling in my Ears These doleful Sounds that fill my Breast with Cares The fatal Omen must protend some Ill Surely some sacred Saint to Day is fell Alas It is too True the worthy Hoare This Day has lanch'd Eternity's wide Shore Never to rise till Time shall be no more Oh! How cou'd he so soon bequeath his Breath Without a Comet to protend his Death Yet so it is Fate often proves unkind To take the Best and leave the Worst behind Let us then mourn in Eleagic Verse And weep in Brine ore his renowned Herse For Death his most Tyranick Force imparts That we with melting Grief may break our Hearts Oh! Let this Melancholy Hour be Griefs everlasting Day of Jubilee For he is gone untimely ravish'd hence Who liv'd in Love and dy'd in Innocence Admir'd and belov'd by all Man-kind The poor Man's Father and the rich Man's Friend Great was his Worth but his Compassion more Dispencing liberally to the Poor A sort of daily Pension from his Store Nor was his Vertues only here confin'd For large was the Endowments of his Mind Stade in his Judgment and approv'd in Sence Fit for the Service of so great a Prince Stay daring Muse Oh! whither wilt thou fly Alas thou canst not reach his Piety He was so Great so Good and yet he fell Thus dy'd that worthy Saint who liv'd so well Weep wring your Hands and bitterly Lament The Fall of this departed Innocent And let your mournful Accents upwards fly And with repeated Terror rend the Sky Mourn as that Prophet mourn'd when Saul did lay Weltring in Gore on the Mount Gilboa Or as that doleful Lamentation fell In Aggamemnon's melancholy Vale. Yet hold my Muse forbear thy melting Tears Alas He 's fled above the reach of Cares Whose pious Shade with singing Cherubs ly's Repos'd in everlasting Paradice Where joyful Hims to their God they sing And praise the Name of Heaven's Almighty King Crown'd with the fearful Labours of his Life He 's exil'd from a wretched World of Grief To Life for ever in that bright aboad Prepar'd to entertain the Just and Good EPETAPH Within this dark and gloomy Monument Behold there lys the Relicks of a Saint Who left these fadeing Glories to posses An everlasting Seat of Happiness When in this moving World he liv'd his Life Was free from Broyls and vain tumultuous Strife In Deeds of Charity he did excel And took his chief Delight in doing well So here he liv'd belov'd and at his Fall He dy'd lamented and bewail'd of all