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A Funeral eclogue sacred to the memory of Her Most Serene Majesty, our late gracious Queen Mary, who departed this life at Kinsington on Friday the 28th of December, 1694
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A Funeral Eclogue Sacred to the Memory of Her Most Serene MAJESTY Our Late Gracious Queen MARY Who departed this LIFE at KINSINGTON On Friday the 28th of December 1694. LONDON Printed for John Whitlock near Sationers-Hall MDCXCV A Funeral Eclogue Sacred to the Memory of Her Most Serene MAJESTY c. Celadon Thyrsis AS the sad Celadon retir'd of late Full charg'd with Sorrow for Maria's fate Into an obscure Grotto Remote from Heav'n and Man's obscure sight Secret as Love and private as the Night All Gloomy as his Thoughts it seem'd to be For Melancholly Thoughts covet privacy As he fat Pensive on the grassy Bed His naked Arm sustain'd his down-cast Head And his neglected Pipe hung silent by Forgetting all it's wonted Harmony Whilst little Rivulets of Tears did rise From th' inteâ—hausted fountains of his Eyes When Thyrsis hidden in a Thicket by Heard the dejected Shepherds Elegy Heard him unload the Sorrows of his Breast Sorrow's with great reluctancy expres'â— CELADON Aetherial Powers how unconcern'd you keep Affairs below or is great Jove a sleep Lethargic Heavens how how can you alone In this great Cresis be bare lookers on As if some usual Common thing was done Strange and amazing that no mighty flâ—w Should 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 fundamental Law In Providenâ—â— no 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 was found All things went on in their accustom'd round No black Eclipse no Monarch-threatning Star Presag'd the death of our Illustrious Fair. No◠〈◊〉 an unexpected Beâ—uge rise But what flow'd from ourâ— own imploring Eyes Heav'n alwaies us'd in some prodigious way To signifie a Monarch's fatal day Nature for lesser persons has exprest Her Grief by various Throes But this surprizingly â—'re 〈◊〉 her Breast At such an 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nature is dumb does into Marble grow Thus shallow Fords a murmuring noise do love Whilst deeper VVaters with dumb silence move How rigid are the Laws of stubhâ—â—◠〈◊〉 That thus the Good the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Great That thus the most Serene and most August Shou'd undistinguish'd sâ—eep with Common Dust Too high Poor Mortals we too 〈◊〉 high Suffer'd alas our Mounting hopes to fly From prudent Mariana's pious Care VVhat joys so great did we not hope to 〈◊〉 VVhat happiness did we expect to see From her well managed Aconomy But ah the blossoms of our hopes so Gay Appear'd and promis'd fruit but did decay Promis'd so fair gone so abruptly soon 'T is just as if the Sun should set at Noon You of that Sex that would be wondrous fair Exceeding beautious as the Angels 〈◊〉 Leave leave your flattering Glasses all 〈◊〉 And hast to dress you by Maria's Tomb VVithin the Marble Mirror look and see Veiw well how short the greatest Glories be 〈◊〉 on the Beauties of Her Heaven-born-Soul Think well and then Admire and then Condole With Sorrow think when to the Grave you go How little must be said in Praise of you Since all that is call'd Virtuous was her due Sometimes in Books and History we find A faint resemblance of her God-like Mind Perhaps a Good a Great a Generous Soul we see But still less Good less Great less Generous than she For she of Virtues Catalogue was the Epitome My Thoughts start back and fly as well they may The sad remembrance of that Doleful Day When round the Bed the griev'd Physitians stood And saw their utmost Skill could do no good Saw their Art baffled by Triumphant Death Saw how she strugled for a little Breath And now Her Heroe first was seen to fear Tho' arm'd with greatest Patience can't forbear A Loss so Universal to Condole Emasculating Sighs unhing'd his Valiant Soul But hark How ev'ry Angel ev'ry Sphaere Fill all around the Circumambient 〈◊〉 With Heavenly Music and with Heavenly Layes With joyful Songs of Love and Songs of Praise How do th' Officious Angels crowd the Milky Way To gaze on one as White as Pure as they Choirs of Laureat-Saints around her fly Entring the Regions of Serenity The blest Inhabitants above ne're knew a greater Jubile THYRSIS Discovering himself Shepherd Weep on Nor shal't thou Weep alone A General Loss requires a General Grone Thus long I 've kept my strugling Passions down Strove against Nature too but can't forbear To pay the Royal Herse a Tributary Tear Take me thy Partner in thy Mighty Grief Grief Which admits no medium of Relief Say ye learn'd World what Monument shall I raise On well wrought Pillars of Immortal Verse Bright as Maria's Worth and fadeless as her praise Fain would I something worthy Her rehearse But ah My Muse fears th' Icarian Fate Flags her dull Wings and thinks the Flight too great Too great a Task t' advance her blooming Praise Too great to lessen and too great to raise He who with equal Numbers can proclaim The Great Marias never fading Name Shall stand next her in the Records of Fame O! That I could adapted Words express And my vast Thoughts in equal Measures dress I 'd make the Grief as publick as the Loss I 'd tell the fatal News from Pole to Pole Where Winds can carry or where Waves can roul O! That I could do this 〈◊〉 't is a Task Will the Assertion of some Dryden ask But I 'll begin Since there 's no Dryden near Thus in the absence of the Sun the lesser Stars appear The Vine doth grace the Trees the Grapes the Vine So thou Maria graced'st all that 's Thine But since of Fair Maria were hereâ—â— Pales and Phâ—bus have our Mountains left Weep ye Nereids weep your Fountains dry And let the thirsty Plants for want of moi◠〈◊〉 edie Then let the Sea the fatal Tidings hear The Sea whose every drop whose every 〈◊〉 Tear Is too too small to express our Grief and Care VVitness you Fountains how oft she hath stood Viewing her self in your transparent Flood But you with Melancholy noise would glide along Slowly as if you knew she 'd soon be gone The Trees with hang'd down Heads do seem to grieve As if they too her Absence did perceive And all the Fields in Mourning now are hung And every Shepherds Lute now lies unstrung The naked Fields are silent as the Grave Neglected Pipes hang up in ev'ry Cave Since she who taguht us how to Sing and Love Augments the Number of the Blest above The Cooing Stockdove now and Philomel To Thorns and Hedges both their Sorrows tell 〈◊〉 when the Nymph was present every Plant did rear Their joyful Heads and smil'd as well as her And Shepherds with their smoothest gentlest Lays Did rival one another in her Praise The Woods put on their greenest Livery And Od'rous Smells exhal'd from every Tree But ah No more that Killing word No more Shall we the Fair Maria's worth adore She 's gone She 's gone Yet her Idea's treasur'd in my Breast There let it pure and uncorrupted rest Sooner shall Oxen Plow the Liquid Main Sooner shall Ships Sail thro the Grassy Plain Sooner shall all things out of order run Into their primitive Confusion The Center of the Earth shall sooner shake And Trees their fixt Foundations shall forsake Than I forgetful of Maria prove Who was all Admiration Joy and Love The dispers'd Glories of her Beauteous Sex In her combin'd did all in her Commix She was as gay and sprightly as the Grove Strait as the Arrows of the God of Love Serene and modest as the Rising Morn Harmless as is the new sprung Infant-Corn Her Thoughts were soft and easie as the Air And yet more constant than a fixed Star She added lustre to the Crown she wore Rich in its Gemms but she adorn'd it more Say say ye mighty Dead if ought you know VVhat 's acted on this Mundane Stage below If there be any Spirit can make reply To us that Live concerning those that Die Speak Doth her Body in the Grave create Vermin and feel the mouldring Laws of Fate I could believe as 't is but almost just It lies intire and blossoms in the Dust Methinks Corruption and the VVorms should spare The Heavenly Temple of a Soul so fair If my Zeal should transport me so away Pardon Blest Virgin if to Her I Pray If I to Her should Ave Maries say The coming Age I fear wou'd Idoâ—â—â—e And as her Merits so her Reliques prize Scarce had we dry'd our Eyes for that Great He VVhose Graces did adorn the Reverend See But lo Inexorable Cruel Fate Remov'd the mighty Pillar of the State By these two great Examples we may see The State goes Hand in Hand with Piety If one does flourish th' other too does Live And if one falls the other can't Survive He went before her to prepare the VVay And warn th' Inhabitants above least they Like us at her departure unprovided be For her Arrival to Felicity But lest Malicious Men should think that I Flatter the World and do Mankind deceive With an Encomium not an Elegy Or at least think I do but vainly grieve May Jove with pointed Thunder strike me Deâ—d And darted Vengeance from above transfix my Head If I don't think her Loyal Just and True The Best of Wives and Best of Women too Nay all that is or can be said is less than is her Due FINIS