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A consolatory poem to the Right Honourable John, Lord Cutts, upon the death of his most accomplish'd lady by N. Tate ...
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Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.
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A Consolatory Poem To the Right Honourable JOHN Lord Cutts UPON THE DEATH OF HIS Most Accomplish'd LADY By N. TATE Servant to His MAJESTY Requies quondà m Spesque unica Vitae Nunc Dolor aeternusque imo sub Pectore Luctus Sanaz. Pisc. Ecl. 1. LONDON Printed by R. R. for Henry Playford in the Temple-Change MDCXC VIII A Consolatory Poem To the Right Honourable JOHN Lord Cutts c. STretch'd in a lonesome Vale where Spring decays And Nature with Affright her Self surveys LYSANDER grieving lay the Earth his Bed Against a mossy Stone he lean'd his Head His thoughtful Head that no Repose admits Close at his Feet a sighing Cupid sits Wreaths Chaplets Trophies Once the Hero's Care With all the glitt'ring Furniture of War To rust and tarnish on the Ground are left Beneath a Leafless Oak by Thunder cleft A pompous Cloud descending from the Hills Like some huge Pageant the broad Valley fills But now with Drums and Trumpets awful Sound The vast Machine unfolding all around Behold what glorious Objects are disclos'd Celestial Forms to Human View expos'd Lo first the GOD of WAR with dreadful Grace As when he thunders on the Plains of Thrace The blue-ey'd PALLAS leans upon his Arm And fiercely Beautiful makes Terror Charm The dusky Groves with sudden Lustre shine Hark! how the Pow'rs of Harmony combine 'T is bright APOLLO with the Tuneful NINE More Heav'nly Figures still adorn the Plain The GRACES Mild and VIRTUES Awful Train BRITANNIA too On whose Majestick State PEACE Wreath'd in Palms and Lawrell'd CONQUEST wait These Noble Visitants by IOVE's Command Condoling round the Mourning Lover stand Thus sternly MARS the pensive Silence breaks And shakes the Ground beneath him while he speaks O Fate O dismal Change who now can trace One Feature of the Warrior in that Face Where 's now the sprightly Air whose radiant Light Through Clouds of Smoke distinguish'd Him in Fight Or when in desp'rate Siege o'er Bodies pil'd He brav'd Destruction and on Danger smil'd Look up my Son see how with Skill Divine Emblazon'd on my Shield your Actions shine Your Hazards Hardships Honourable Wounds With wond'rous Art express'd in narrow Bounds Death in All Shapes with still Undaunted Brow You There Confront And shall He Triumph Now To flitting Winds this killing Sorrow give And O! for Glory's sake consent to Live Resume your Courage your Heroick Flame And listen to the chearful Voice of FAME MINERVA next with stately Mien advanc'd Her Crested Plume in waving Lustre danc'd And Lightning from her burnish'd Helmet glanc'd While thus the Goddess Why this wild Despair For short-liv'd Comfort why such endless Care Nature sets Limits to the swelling Main And Sorrow's Tide at Height should Ebb again You have the Tribute of your Tears bestow'd Whate'er the Husband Friend or Lover ow'd But now unjustly to your self engross A Grief that shou'd be Publick as the Loss For Mortals and Immortals Earth and Skies Are Sufferers All when Sacred Virtue Dies That Heav'nly Worth shou'd have so short a Date Does just Concern in Deities create Who therefore mourn your Nymphs untimely Fate Large was their Int'rest in her Precious Life But I a Daughter lost as You a Wife Said I a Daughter Envy knows 't is True Nor only That She was my Darling too To Her my best Endowments I assign'd And crown'd her Beauty with as Fair a Mind That Youth's Allurements cou'd in Youth despise And only Wisdom's Sacred Treasure prize And reach a Sphere of Knowledge too sublime For Vanity's Fantastick Wings to climb Her sparkling Wit that like her Eyes cou'd shine Like them did modestly its Beams confine The Bounds of Decency she ne'er transgress'd Yet no Reluctance no Constraint express'd To Caution's Self she gave a pleasing Air Reserv'd without the sullen Look of Care Her temper'd Mirth was like a Morning-Ray All Mildly Bright and Innocently Gay Then what her Serious what her Sacred Hours The Joy and Wonder of Celestial Pow'rs We charge Thee Fame to her Deserts be just And piously perform the mighty Trust Let Future Ages read what This admir'd But never know how Early She expir'd For such Perfections in the Bloom of Youth Will stagger Faith and cast a Veil on Truth Thus PALLAS next in Accents sweetly faint The God of Verse address'd his kind Complaint When Mars and War's lov'd Goddess sue in vain What can Apollo and his slighted Train Yet Warrior call to mind you once were ours By me conducted to Inspiring Bow'rs The Seats of Fancy and harmonious Pow'rs To You our Helicon was all expos'd The Fields of Wit without Reserve disclos'd But more enamour'd on advent'rous Fame For Martial Wreaths you did my Bays disclaim Yet fond her past Endearments to renew The Daphne who from my Embraces flew To distant Camps and Sieges follow'd You. Ah too unkind yet still the Muses Care Who hither from their blissful Seats repair Your Griefs to comfort or at least to share To share his Griefs indeed URANIA cries Nor Destiny that wretched Help denies For what can Numbers or melodious Breath When Harmony it self 's untun'd by Death When the sweet Charmer of the Plains is made The Grave's mute Pris'ner and a silent Shade Tyrannick Fates ingloriously you boast A Conquest where you have the Triumph lost Your Pride must own that with Unvanquish'd Mind Life's dearest Hopes and Blessings she resign'd Her only Care No more The Last Farewell Of Dying LOVE no gentle Muse may tell Tempestuous Winds that Doleful Tale shou'd bear Far hence where only Salvages may hear Far distant from her grieving LOVER's Ear. Let Musick yet her Obsequies deplore Perform that Task and then be heard no more Pleas'd with the Hint APOLLO strikes his Lyre While Thus in Consort sung the Tuneful Quire As Fancy Grief and Phoebus did Inspire Ye Nymphs that in the Groves reside Or reap the Meadows early Pride To deck LAURINDA's Marble bring The Virgin-Beauties of the Spring Nereids offer There your Shells Dismantle all your Gawdy Cells A Tribute to LAURINDA's Shrine Your Gems alas too dimly shine The Shrine is brighter far than They Therefore Nereids steal away The Glances of Aurora's Beams Reflected on the Silver Streams Holy Vows and chaste Desires Feed the Lamp with Lambent Fires Flames that Shine and never Burn Shou'd only Crown LAURINDA's Urn. Tuneful Sighs harmonious Groans Halcyon-Songs and Turtle-Moans Only from the Bow'r be heard Where LAURINDA lies Interr'd Soft as Ev'ning Zephyrs call Soft as shedding Roses fall Lo where Hymen's Self appears His Nuptial Taper quench'd in Tears His wither'd Wreath beside him flung See Cupid too his Bow unstrung Engraving with a broken Dart In Characters of wondrous Art The FAIR the WISE the VIRTUOUS and the YOUNG While thus Enshrin'd her Ashes lye Her deathless Spirit mounts the Sky And has in solemn State presented There Ariadne's Crown and Cassiopeia's Chair Too low your Heav'n's too low BRITANNIA cries My Saint is tow'r'd where never Muse cou'd rise And blest with Raptures more Divine and True Than your Apollo ever gave or knew Ye Realms of Bliss enrich'd at Britain's Cost While Gainers There think what on Earth you lost Since Death's rude Hand demolish'd that fair Shrine See how the VIRTUES and the GRACES pine O Heav'n-born Piety what tender Breast Like Her 's will make thee now its early Guest That Mansion fall'n ah whither wilt thou stray Devotion who shall teach thee now to Pray To whom shall Meekness for Protection fly To whom shall shiv'ring Charity apply To whom shall now her Infant Orphans cry See how around her Tomb they take their Stands And wail and sob and wring their little Hands Yet Fate this Prospect still of Comfort gives Their Patroness's bright EXAMPLE lives This Thought LYSANDER shou'd your Griefs subdue And make your blasted Hopes to bloom anew Celestial Pow'rs when your accomplish'd Fair They form'd and finish'd with so nice a Care To Earth so rich a Treasure never gave For Fates to hoard it in a thankless Grave Believe not then your Beauteous Saint expir'd But only to her Native Heav'n retir'd Mistake not Courtesy for Disregard If Life 's a Toil and Death is Life's Reward Sure Nature's Tenderness is most express'd To Those whom Soonest she admits to Rest. I know the Genius of excessive Grief Is to indulge Despair and shun Relief But Heroes from such Frailty shou'd be free Have Pity on your Self at least on Me. Behold how TRIUMPH drops his flagging Wings Nor PEACE can taste the Blessings that she brings You waste My Hours in Sorrow while on You My Senate calls My Royal Guardian too In WILLIAM's Name our Visit is addrest His Summons hear and charm your Griefs to Rest. So Pow'rful so Inspiring was the Sound Of WILLIAM's Name it shook the Hills around And rais'd the Mourning Hero from the Ground Who now the Bright Assembly did survey With such submissive Looks as seem'd to say In Duty He his lov'd Despair wou'd quit And to the Toils of Ioyless Life submit FINIS