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A39206 An Elegy upon the death of the Right Honourable Sir John Shorter, Knight lord mayor of the city of London, who departed this life September the 4th, 1688. 1688 (1688) Wing E475A; ESTC R36180 1,233 1

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MEMENTO MORI AN ELEGY Upon the Death of the Right Honourable Sir JOHN SHORTER Knight LORD MAYOR of the City of LONDON who departed this Life September the 4th 1688. LAment Lament and drein your watry Eyes Let not whole Oceans of false Tears suffice Shut up your Doors hang Mourning on your Walls When Death does strike the greatest Heroe falls All must obey when the Commander calls The Just and Good Death's Warrant must obey He 'll not be brib'd one Minutes time to stay None can withstand when summon'd hence away Go mourn go mourn and as your strength grows stronger Th' more mournful be ' cause SHORTER liv'd no LONGER Let his Praetorian Dust not ever lie I' th' Grave forgot without an Elegy For HE who was so Just and so well given Without all doubt He 's soared up to Heaven His Deeds will make him ever be Renown'd Whenas His Body 's laid within the Ground And lift His Soul above the reach of Hate And place 't in such an ever-happy State That never will be subject unto Fate Tho' Death has struck Him and has made him yield Yet He has conquer'd and has won the Field Death could not hurt His Soul That 's too sublime His Heart did always with his Tongue keep time If ought could h' sav'd Him sure He had not dy'd For all good means to save His Life was try'd And Oh! He 's gone He is no more the Skill Of all Physicians could not help His Ill Because it was the Great Jehovah's Will. His Life was Shorter than we did desire Yet let 's be patient for He 's mounted higher To sing Praises in the Blessed Quire Of holy Angels and we may see plain What was Our Loss prov'd His Eternal Gain His Earthly Pains they now do end therefore And He will live in Bliss for evermore His Charity was great the Poor He loved Whenas They cry'd He was with Pity moved He was a Friend to all He hated none Ah! now alas I weep to think He 's gone His Enemies he lov'd and those that sought To ruin him and bring him unto nought He never for them had an evil thought He always took the Scripture for his Guide He serv'd his GOD his Countrey too befide Loyal to 's Prince and true unto his Trust In nothing ever was he found unjust He lov'd his Neighbor as Himself and none Of such as needed but he look'd upon The Fatherless he gave to and their Cause He did maintain by the Almighty's Laws The Widow he Defended and Reliev'd And in his sight the Orphan never griev'd The Cause he knew not he pitied and Unto the Poor he never shut his hand And to give brave SHORTER but his due He served GOD and was to all Men true He 's now in Heaven gone for to receive The Just Reward for them which do believe EPITAPH REader Behold here Noble SHORTER lies Whose Soul is mounted now above the Skies Death did with Speed and Rage destroy him Because we were not worthy to enjoy him Then drop a Tear upon his silent Tomb That he so quickly did receive his Doom Here lies his Dust therefore be rul'd by me And stir him not lest thy Life Shorter be And here he 'll rise out of his Tomb undressed For to receive the Sentence Come ye Blessed WITH ALLOWANCE LONDON Printed by D. Mallet next Door to the Sign of the Star between Fleet-bridge and Bridewell-bridge 1688. 179