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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03251	An elegy on the truly honoured and greatly beloved Sir VVilliam Jones, who deceased May the 2d. 1682.		1682 (1682)	Wing E441; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[154]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[73]; ESTC R36188	1,795	1

AN ELEGY On the truly Hon●●●●● and greatly Beloved Sir WILLIAM JONES Who 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the 2d 1682. When the great 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Wise and Just Laid down his Earthly Body 〈◊〉 the Dust And that his Soul fled from th●● Mortal Stage The Downs great Glory Honour of our Age Our Country tho of such a Man berest Mourn'd not whilst that the Learned Jones was left But now alas what Tears will England shed Now Jones a Patriot of his Country's dead Bewail'd thou art by all that understood Thy Worth by all the Loyal and the Good By all who in the Loyal Sphear do move By all who truly King and Country Love By all who stand up for the Protestant Cause By all who love Religion and our Laws By all who hate an Arbitrary Sway And scorn like Slaves hard Papal Laws t' obey Some men there are but wicked men they be Who weep not but 〈◊〉 this loss to see These for shell 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 strive Hopeless to effect it whilst you were alive They knew your worth and did your Learning dread Triumphing Tories now that you are dead Papists will now their wicked Hopes renew And their designs of Ruine fresh pursue Now Jones is gone who like a solid Rock Their furious Tydes and raging Billows broke For with his Learned Knowledg in the Law He th' undermining Tories kept in awe These men who never from reproach refrain Will try in vain this great Mans Fame to stain And now he 's gon against him durt will fling And with devouring Mouthes Te Denm sing In spite of these our Muse her voice shall raise In midst of Tears shall sing his juster Praise And whilst they envy his immortal Fame She shall repeat his never dying Name A name in which an hidden charm doth lye And which tho he is gone shall never dye Here needs no daubing Flattery to paint A Vicious Mortal for a very Saint No Poets Art to praise him now he 's gon● Who had so many virtues of his own And to the Laws which he well understood He us'd his Knowledg still in doing good Conscience he joyn'd with Law that made him Just And all his Honesty and Skill might Trust True to his Client spar'd no Pains nor Care A modest and good Pleader at the Bar He nee'r with wicked Arts wire-draw'd the Laws With querks gain'd Credit by an unjust Cause He could from Fees in an ill Cause abstain Conscience he had nor greedy was of gain When from the Bar he to the Bench was brought Still the same man he acted as he ought An eye to Honesty and Justice bore The same in Scarlet what he was before Unshaken uncorrupted there be sate Honour alone and a good Name he got Zealous for Justice he was always seen His hands from tempting Bribery were clean Nor for ten Thousand Guinies giv'n would he Condemn the Guiltless or the Guilty free Such was his Justice and Integrity But quietly he left that higher Stage Not fit for it in this corrupted Age He saw th' Intreagues was honest had no itch By unjust means to become Great or Rich. He Honour Law and Justice made his Rule And knew not how to be a Knave or Fool Rather with Honour chose obscure to dwell Than Great and send his Conscience down to Hell When in the Noble Senat of the Land He did a Pillar of his Country stand He boldly always spake and with applause In favour of Religion and the Laws To had designing men a chrome he gave Spar'd no man who his Country would enslave To th' English Liberties was still a Friend Peace Unity and Justice was his End None could his Zeal or Courage there abate He Papists and Idolatry did Hate Saw the designs of the whole wicked brood And stoutly all their wicked Arts withstood To a vast bulk would swell my slender verse Should I this great mans Virtues all rehearse But he is gone and Death has cut his Thread And to our Grief the Learned Jones is Dead But tho we are of this great man bereft Behind him Fame and Honour he has left Which to his Name Eternal Life shall give And 's Memory shall in spite of Tories Live An EPITAPH THE Good the Just the Learned Jones lyes here Whom all good men did Love all bad men Fear In quiet may his Sacred Ashes lye Since 't is ordain'd the best of men must dye But his immortal Mind did here o'recome All mortal things and lies not in this Tomb. That now 's inlarg'd boundless unconfin'd And left the jarring factious World behind Approach his Grave the Loyal Good and Just And let no Popish Tory touch his dust Rich Good Belov'd he dy'd and what is more A Lawyer and left largely to the Poor Here full of Fame and Worth his Ashes rest Whilst his great Soul 's in Triumph with the Blest London Printed for Langley Curtis 1682.