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An elegie upon the right honourable the late Earl of Ossory
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Crouch, John, fl. 1660-1681.
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1680
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Wing C7297A; ESTC R34849
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AN ELEGIE Upon the Right Honourable The late EARL of OSSORY IF all perfections that accomplish Man With Piety and Prudence in the Van If generosity of Birth and Mind A Soul next to Divinity refin'd If Magnanimity by Sea and Land Which all force less than Thunder durst withstand If Faith to Heav'n to Prince to Parents Wife Friends Enemies to all concerns but Life If a Kings love who Merit well defines And justly on great Ormonds Merit shines Might all this with Three Nations have repriev'd One precious Life then Ossory had liv'd Dear Ossory Lov'd and Admir'd by all But greatest things under the Sun must fall And Sun too when his fatal night is come When Heav'ns own light shall shew the day of Doom His Soul seem'd like that Sun prepar'd and drest For common good shin'd to himself the least Pregnant in Councel Valiant in the Field His Honour flexible his Heart was Steel'd So clear and single was his â—udgments Eye Wise SHAFTESBURY in itt no Mote cou'd spy Though Learn'd and Critical on ev'ry Theme Can magnifie a Mote into a Beam How great and good yet undisturbed still Where 's then the Probate of just Vertu 's Will Where is the Touchstone of Illustrious Actions Envy that Viper of corroding Factions Unharm'd and quiet both alive and dead 'T is strange he had no Paralytick Head This was the glory of his matchless Fame Always to Do well and to Hear the same Let MONS preserve the Eccho of his praise Not to be silenc'd by an Age of days Where he midst flaming Swords undaunted stood Till Scarlet dy'd French Lillies into Blood Now Bullets threaten from all quarters hurl'd The consummation not of War but World While the bold Britains are resolv'd to see A Conquest of Impossibility When like their Friends the Moors our wary French Were lodg'd they thought safe in a Daring Trench Safe as great Jove when he Granadoes throws On Mortals too weak to award his blows Yet in despight of natural Strength and Art Attack'd by OSSORIES brave Hand and Heart While the amaz'd Foe loosing Ground and Breath Instead of fighting gaz'd themselves to Death Mean time Swords Muskets Cannon never cease Till they proclaim'd a good but ill-tim'd Peace A Peace may France not envy that proud word Great Britain purchas'd by her Pen and Sword Mourn England mourn o're this thy broken Staff None except Moors and French have cause to laugh A Life too short measur'd by Months and Years By Vertue older than his gravest Peers A short life Mathematically spent Like Their vast Punctum large without extent Heav'n on his Heir more numerous days advance To fix his Honour and Inheritance This fair paternal Copy if he can Transcribe 't will make him more than Lord or Man Our pious Souldier briskly parted hence Storm'd Heav'n like MONS with holy violence So heavenly Envoys to some Martyr sent With one brisk motion stem the Firmament Serene and free from dis-harmonious Jars Of untun'd Conscience or tumultuous Wars What if the greatness of his Spirit might His Feaver mount to an Immortal hight Farewel blest Saint may thy Example prove As Soverain to England as thy Love When thou at Sea didst more than wonders do Was 't civil to the Dutch and beat them too Act high great ORMOND as You still have done Fill up the absence of your shaded Son To whom is owing this Immortal pride Was great yet without Envy liv'd and dy'd Brave LUXENBURG when You his Name do hear Confess his Courage and the English fear And let the Name of OSSORY be spread Through th' Universe to Conquer now he 's dead To convert Heathens by his Saint like Name And moralize fal'n Christians by his Fame No wonder our great Heroe dy'd so soon Too bright a Star to shine below the Moon FINIS LONDON Printed for the Author 1680. 124. J Crouch