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B03140 An elegy in commemoration of the Right Honourable James Earl of Salisbury, who departed this life on the (7th) of this instant June anno Domini 1683. 1683 (1683) Wing E350; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[135]; ESTC R3599 1,178 1

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AN ELEGY IN Commemoration of the Right Honourable James Earl of Salisbury Who Departed this Life on the 7th of this Instant June Anno Domini 1683. Mors Omnibus Communis c. 12. June 1683 CAN Sal'sbury be dead Can Death Surprize The Miror of mankind and from our Eyes The Brinie Rivulets not force their way Nor sullen grief her last due Tribute pay At his sad Mournful Herse whose high deserts Fame's loudest breath to all the world imparts What can the Good the Great the Just Expect On Earth if Man-kind shou'd such worth Neglect If black Ingratitude her wings should spread To shade the sacred Relicts of the dead In dark Oblivion Natur 's self wou'd groan And make the mighty loss to England known The loss of one in Arts and Arms Renown'd With Olive-Branches and with Lawrels Crown'd Fam'd as his Aucestors who braving Fate Durst prop the Nation in it's falling State And almost bore a Tottering Empir's Weight For Piety admir'd in Councils Grave Curteous at home and in the Field as Brave Bounteous to all that did his Bounty Crave Religious Friend an Enemie to those Who were his Princes and his Countries Foes The Roman Engins by his prudence foild Back on him sought in vain to have recoil'd His Loyal mind unmov'd stood like a Rock And unconcern'd repell'd the raging Shock Of Boisterous Billows vvhen they vvent most high Proof arm'd with Innocence and Constancy He did the worst of dangers still out●vie Sure Bucklers those are which can never fail But will against the worst of ills prevail Strong Forts Impregnable that none can scale No force can ravish from a virteous brest That inward calmness that secures it's Rest Let Tides rise high and Tempests rufle loud Winds fight with Winds and Cloud still justle Cloud Till all seem Chaos yet in this Extream He 's undisturb'd that holds Truths Golden Mean Cecil that Name long to our Nation known Has prov'd an Ornament to Grace our Throne Esteem'd a Jewel in the British-Crown Polish'd by Deeds that purchas'd high Renown But since the World has lost his better part His great immortal mind which durst assert Unto the last his Kings and Country's Right Since that to Heaven has swiftly taken Flight On Wings of Cherubs Center'd there in bliss Lodg'd on a Coast full stor'd with happiness Whence cares and fears are banish'd Peace and Rest Are the attending constant welcome Guest And all is Love such Love as ne'r can die But lives and lasts to all Eternity Let Virtue Mourn the loss of him below And Charities Dim Eyes with Tears o're-flow Let Mournful Cyprus shade each learned brow Let all true worth with weighty sorrow bow And Sing his Requiems with a doleful sound For all of these Death's Shaft in him did wound EPITAPH Mourn Reader for beneath this Marble lies Till the last Trumpet Summons him to rise Great Sal'sbury Nay stay 't is but his dust Heav'n with the rest wou'd Earth no longer trust His better part 's exalted far above The reach of Fate those endless joys to prove For which he labour'd in his Pilgrimage Whilst here he trod the World's uncertain Stage Yet Mourn his loss for though he joys possess We by his death have gain'd unhappiness Wisdom by him her Orator still speak And wou'd no other for her Champion take Than he whose Virtues kept the world awake LONDON Printed for Langly Curtis 1683.