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A39767	Three elegies the first to the memory of Lieutenant-General Mackay, the second to the memory of my Lord Angus, only son of the Marquis of Dowglas, the third to the memory of Lieut. Collonel Fullerton : who were all three slain at the attacque at Steekerken near Enguin ... / written by Ro. Fleming.	Fleming, Robert, 1660?-1716.	1692 (1692)	Wing F1277; ESTC R40943	4,715	14

THREE ELEGIES The First to the MEMORY of Lieutenant-General Mackay The Second to the MEMORY of My Lord Angus Only Son of the Marquiss of Dowglas The Third to the MEMORY of Lieut. Collonel Fullerton Who were all Three Slain at the Attacque at Steenkerken near Enguin on July 24. St. Vet. August 3. St. Nov. Anno DOM. 16●2 Written by RO. FLEMING EDINBURGH Printed in the Year 1692 To the Memory of Lieutenant-General Mackay Who was Kill'd near Enguin July 14. August 〈…〉 1692. Dignum Laude Virum Musa vetat mori Horat. MAckay what that Great that Noble Name So loudly Honour'd by the Voice of Fame What Dead no sure he lives and ever shall His Name no Grave admits or Funeral Let Death ore's Ashes triumph as its Spoil His noble Fame's immortal as his Soul For even whil'st Death does his Exit boast It sends his Glory to each Forraign Coast Glory which was the Center of his Soul Th Vital Sp'rits which through his Life did roul Glory which was not a meer Itch of Blood Of doing things Extravagant but Good A Glory which GOD did himself inspire A Glory hallow'd by Religious Fire Thence't was he honour'd all were Good and Brave Pitied meer Fools but hated every Knave Thence't was his Pulse did beat with Gen'rous Heat And all his Presence all his Life was Great Thence't was his Thoughts brave Projects still did form Which he as bravely after did perform Brave were his Actions Noble was his Aim And He that Nobly would declare the same Must form such genuine Notions in his Thought As may the Bravery shew wherewith he Fought But who 's alive that hath the Art or Skill To Pen those Actions which may Volumes fill Those Actions which a Plutarch do require Or a new Virgil with Poetick Fire To dress this Hero in deserv'd Attire But though it be a Work and Task too great For my affrighted Muse for to narrate The Bravery of this Bravest Man yet she Taught by his great Example scorns to flee But does resolve on the Attempt to tell How brave the Hero liv'd how brave he fell Nature did frame him in the Womb for War And sent him in the very Bud afar To do such Actions even whilst a Youth As did amaze all Hearts and fill'd each mouth Let Venice tell how bravely then he fought And with a Roman Courage Glory sought Yea let all Europe and the World say If they 'l but speak ingenuously if they Did not admire the dawning of his Day But those so many Actions and so Great Both First and Later here for to relate Do so Afright my Weak and bashfull Muse That She 's resolv'd but One or Two to chuse Out of the Rest to let the World know How much all Europe to this Man doth owe. When our brave David did resolve to try To save whole Britain from the Grave or die Mackay who Sauls Arts had long withstood Resolv'd in the Attempt to spend his Blood And in the glorious Race did nobly start And in each Step as nobly did his Part. Of all the Hero's helpt Him to the Throne MACKAY is one of th' First and yields to none Let Scotland say what Actions there he did Which Spite of Envy's Clouds cannot ly hid What Wisdom and what Valour he did show In all Attacks against the Rebel Foe Where had all others been as brave and true No need had been a Treaty to pursue With the poor Conquer'd Thieving Highland-Crew Let Irelands Coasts sound forth his glorious Name And Eccho-like reverberate his Fame Since to none more she does her Freedom owe Though Envy would o'recloud what all may know Who was 't who at Athlone did lead the Van And leapt into the River the first Man Who with the first did scale the frightn'd Town And at his Feet made th' Bloody Foe fall down Is there a Man to whom Red Agrim Feilds A fresher or a fairer Lawrel yeilds When he like Thunder on the Foe did Charge And shew'd his Might was as his Courage large When he the Fury of the Foe did quell And by his Hand the Sons of Anak fell But it 's too long in Verse for to declaim Upon so great and so diffus'd a Theme Nay 't is above th' Historians Art to shew In proper Colours th' Actions he did do Wherefore my Muse Heroick thoughts lays by And with faint Heart attempts his Elegy Draws now the Curtain of the last sad Scene And shews how he unto his Exit came Near Enguin's Fields it was resolv'd to try One brisk Attack upon the Enemy There VVirtenberg the Danes did bravely lead And bold Mackay march'd glorious on the Head Of daring Scots and English who that day Resolv'd to make the French for Namur pay Many together for this End were met At the Suns rise who ne'er did see him set Brave was the Aim and nobly was it laid Brave to the Issue even though-betray'd Where though too many brave men have been lost Th' French whom th' Fight a double Number cost Have little cause a Victory to boast Nay if one gen'rous Spark in such remain They can't but praise and wonder at the Slain Who having broke through every Stop i'th'way Made the Foe dearly for their Blood to pay Ther't was Mackay Wonders did perform Roul'd through the Feilds like an impetuous Storm Forc'd all before him till a fatal Ball Stopt his Career At whose so sudden fall The Foe encourag'd venture on anew And with fresh Forces their Designs pursue Then did our Soldiers Strength begin to tyre Yet did such things as made the French admire But who needs wonder that they did Retire Since brave Mackay their Heart and Life was gone Whose Presence seem'd an Army all alone But since it was by Heaven thus decreed That he must now from all his Toyl be freed Let 's cease to Judge what we can never find And prize the Example which he left behind For in his Soul such Qualities did dwell As rarely to a single Man e're fell He was whate're could any one commend Barve Soldier Christian Subject Man and Friend Illustrissimo Heroi Carmina haec Exequi●●ia Debita Musa Exaravit Cecinit Posuit R. F. To the Memory of My LORD Angus Only Son of The MARQUISS of Dowglas Who was slain near Enguin July 24. S. Vet. 1692. Ostendunt Terris hunc tantum sata nec ultra Esse sinunt Virg. WHat Angus dead Let 's stop and say no more But with sad Sighs and briny Tears deplore The Common Loss the Stroak is far too great For Words to tell or Lines for to relate But what Shall Silence then his Name o'recloud As undistinguish'd from the Common Croud Shall we with Death as Stupid Sympathize Which ev'n a Tomb his dear Remains denyes Or shall no other Elegy be made To shew his worth but barely this He 's Dead No no my Muse this Treachery doth scorn To see a Youth so Brave so Nobly Born In dark Oblivion have

his Name to Rust As if his Fame were Mortal as his Dust No we 'll in this Deaths Project Countermine And Consecrate these Verses for his Shrine Let then the World know how it is bereft Of such a glorious Flower as Death has left Scarce such another standing on the Stage A Flower the glory of this Dwarfy Age. One who with such a Radiant Lustre shone In thefirst Budding as if fully grown Who though a Youth did to such Virtue rise As few ev'n in this Noon do e'er comprise He was all Beauty Lovely Noble Brave Were the Perfections which him Nature gave And as his Birth and his Descent was high So Glory was the Object of his Eye Mean things he scorned was in all things Great His Life did shew his Soul was Virtue 's Seat Sure never Youth more Nobly did begin All Hearts and Honours Prize at once to win His Morning-Sun did rise without a Cloud But soon his Skie grew black with Thunder loud Sweet Bud soon blossom'd and soon nip'd with cold Yet worthy for to have thy Name inroll'd I'th'list of thy Great Ancestors whose names Fame loudly yet to all the World proclaims Justly alas the Dowglasses bemoan Their state since all their hopes with thee are gone Alas Sweet Youth why wert thou made to be At once our Glory and our Miserie Ah! had not thy Perfections just begun In Lifes fair Morning been Eclips'd so soon We had admir'd and glory'd in thy Noon But Oh! as Angels tarry not on Earth And Noble Souls make haste from panting Breath So thou abruptly leaves thy Friends below Just as the Lawrel should have Crown'd thy Brow Thy Soul the pure the bright Ethereal Flame In haste Wing'd up from hence to whence it came But why so fast What haste for to be gone So as thy flight was secret seen by none Why is it thy Great Ashes to us here Though sought and sought again do not appear Is it because thou scornest Earthly Fame And from the World withdraws thy very Name Or is 't not rather that thy flight from Earth May be esteem'd Translation not a Death Whate'er it be Death has no cause to boast As if thou wert all Shipwrackt here and lost For as thy Soul 's Immortal so thy Name We do commit unto the Voice of Fame A Monument lo to thy Worth and Praise On lasting Pillars of strong Verse I raise Verse which because they sing of Thee do claim To be Immortal like their Noble Theme This done my Muse her part to Fame gives o're Until Eternity discover more Nobilissimo Juveni Hoc qualecunque Monumentum Sacrum esse voluit R. F. To the Memory of Lieutenant Collonel Fullerton Who was Slain at Steenkerken July 24. St. Ver. 1692. O celeres hominum bonorum dies Apul. WHat suddain Thought rides Post through all my Breast And does forbid my Muse to be at rest It was but now She Spiritless did grow Whilst She Mackay and Angus Worth did show And did resolve to let a better Pen Record the Actions of such other Men As in the late sad Scene conjoyn'd did stand And to th' Attack did give their helping Hand But a new Name doth my Affections sway And my poor Muse doth venture to obey It 's Fullerton That Name doth Sound so big I' th' Ears of each true Williamite and Whig As was enough to fright a Rogue of late Th' Object of his Envy and his Hate Since there was none more nobly did despise Base sneiking Villains and their Treacheries He bravely did set forth in Glories Race And in no Action did bely his Face His Face which sparkl'd with Majestick Grace In which a Physiognamist could see As in his Body nought but Symmetrie For Nature when she shap't and framed it Resolv'd with care no Error to commit As knowing that a noble Soul should dwell In that fair Fabrick which did shew so well A Noble Soul which stored was with all Th' Attractive Virtues which could one befall Virtue which did to all his Life dispense A constant universal Influence Religion o're his Soul did bear the sway And he to God did hearty Homage pay Was true unto his King and General Kind to good men and Courteous to all Brave to his Friends Affectionat to Her Whose Love alternate ne're from Him did stir Brave was the End which he did still design To reach the which he never did decline From the strict Rules of Virtues Sacred Line Through all the Stops and Hardships which he met He march'd Victorious even when he Set. When brave Argile and Monmouth joyn'd to free The British Empire from the Tyrannie Which did it threaten he put to his Hand For the Defence of his dear Native Land And tho the Project failed of the end It serv'd the more his Valour to commend Who having Fought till he could do no more With noble Bravery adverse Fortune bore Yea Story scarce can shew a Parallel When he to free th' unfortunate Argile Did personate his Character and Stile Which having done and he a Pris'ner made He force'd again his Way and bravely Fled But though the Noble Peer was seiz'd of new Such was his Fate yet Fullerton did shew That sacred Supposition to be true That some brave Men there are dare shed their Blood To save a Patriot for a Country's good When the great Orange triumph'd on the Main And justly did the British Scepter gain A second time he bravely ventur'd o're With the fair Fleet unto the longing Shore And justly did deserve the Character Which afterwards he did as bravely bear And as he came in valiant ' Clieland's stead He did unto his Spirit too succeed But too too quick did his bright Taper burn And blaz'd alas too soon into the Urn. For in the fatal Fight near Enguin Plains This noble Youth whose Life no Error stains Was Call'd by Death to leave his dear Remains There Major Ker his Valour too did show And fearless did receive his mortal blow There Fullerton did nobly Charge through all Did nobly Fight and did as nobly Fall Scorning to be oblidg'd for Life to those Who basely did both God and Truth oppose And since he nobly thus did yield his Breath Let us to Fame his noble Name bequeath Optimo Fortissimoque Viro Versus hosce Lugubres Amica Musa Effudit Dicavit R. F.