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A97165 The apprentices lamentation together, vvith a dolefull elegie upon the manner of the death of that worthy, and valorous Knight Sr. Richard Wiseman. P.W. 1642 (1642) Wing W87; Thomason 669.f.4[45]; ESTC R210701 675 1

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The Apprentices Lamentation TOGETHER VVith a dolefull Elegie upon the manner of the Death of that Worthy and Val●rous Knight Sr. RICHARD WJSEMAN The Apprentices Lamentation for the death of Sir RICHARD WISEMAN THus died the Mirrour of the times whose Fate We dare not murmure at to expostulate And reason with the Deity t were sinne Nor dare we wish the act undone againe With browes contracted and with moistned eyes 'T is lawfull to lament his Obsequies And not to praise his Worth were to detract Here an omission would be thought an Act Of base Ingratitude and yet who knowes T' expresse his reall worth in Verse or Prose Rhethorique's too barren and all words to few To shadow forth those Prayses that are due To his blest memory since we cannot praise Enough his matchlesse Virtue we will raise Our meditations let our thoughts aspire And what we cannot praise enough admire And least wee seeme t' envie thy blessed State Blest to eternity by our too late Laments We 'ele stop the floudgates of our eyes And cease to weep for thy sad Obsequies Stop our teares current and forbeare to moane And turne our griefe to imitation ELEGIES on the Death of Sr. RICHARD WISEMAN AND shall the Fates thus uncontrould Rob us of that which we doe hold Most sacred must pure Virtue bee The Subject of their crueltie Will not their too impious hand Be swai'd by Wis●domes counterman'd Curst be the worthlesse man that threw The fatall stone sure he well knew His Valour that he durst not trie A Combat for the Victory But had he knowne his Wisedome too He would not then have dar'd to doe An Act so horrid unto one Who came so neere Perfection But t was thy Fate dece●sed Friend to be Th' untimely Subject of his cruelty What direfull Fate soever stops his breath Yet see the Wiseman triumphs in his Death P. W. FINIS Printed for WILLIAM LARNAR