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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41687	A funeral eclogue to the pious memory of the incomparable Mrs. Wharton	Gould, Robert, d. 1709?	1685 (1685)	Wing G1419; ESTC R16173	2,871	10

A Funeral ECLOGUE TO THE PIOUS MEMORY Of the Incomparable M rs WHARTON Licensed Novemb. 21. Roger L'Estrange Printed for Ioseph Knight and Francis Saunders at the Blue Anchor in the Lower-Walk of the New Exchange M. D C. LXXXV A Funeral ECLOGUE c. DAMON ALEXIS Dam. ALexis why that Cloud upon your Brow Has lovely Chloris lately broke her Vow And the sad News greeted your Ears but now It must be so that sure must be the cause That from your Eyes this bleeding Deluge draws Alex. VVere it no more than a frail Nymph unkind It rather shou'd divert than wound my Mind For he that grieves when such their Love estrange As well may grieve because the VVind will change No Damon no my Sorrows fetch their Spring From a more sad a more important Thing VVere all my Life to be one mourning day Or could my heart dissolve in Tears away 'T were yet a Tribute for our Loss too small Our Loss I call it for it wounds us all Dam. Still to your Sighs you call a fresh Supply And still you do conceal the Reason why Alex. Oh! Is it possible thou shou'd'st not know The Fatal Chance that has unman'd me so VVhen Sorrow does triumph o're all the Plain And strikes the coyest Nymph and dullest Swain These beat their Breasts and t'other rend their Hair Like Lovers that are wedded to Despair Not more could be the Cry if the last Doom The dreadful change of Time and Place were come Dam. No longer in Suspence then let me stay But tell that I may mourn as well as they Alex. Take then oh Damon take the worst in Brief The worst for it admits of no Relief Urania sweet Urania whom there 's none But wou'd in goodness their Superior own In whom were join'd each Virtue and each Grace These in her Mind and t'other in her Face Urania in whose Conduct we did find More than we cou'd expect in VVoman-kind The darling Favourite of the Mighty-nine VVhose VVit was still employ'd on Themes Divine Ev'n She Oh Heav'ns Dam. I fear but yet speak on Alex. Then hear and burst with Grief she 's dead and gone Dam. Oh killing Sentence which I die to know Alexis prithee say that 't is not so But see thy Eyes run o're in them I view The fatal News y 'ave told me is too true Alex. Too true indeed when I my Thoughts advance And do reflect on Fortune Fate and Chance How many Accidents disturb our Rest How soon we lose the Bravest and the Best How they no more are priviledg'd from Death Than ev'n the vilest Insect that draws Breath Subject to worst of Wrongs opprest with Care Of which Urania thou hast had thy Share How swift by Heav'ns inevitable Doom They 're snatch't from hence and hurry'd to the Tomb Leaving the Wicked and the Vain to waste And feed on Blessings they could never taste I hardly can this Impious Thought forbear The Gods of our Concerns take little care Or that as now they 're something too severe Dam. Alexis Do not blame Divine Decree And the strict Laws of strong Necessity For since Eternal Justice cannot Err What that inflicts we shou'd with Patience bear I need not tell you all must dye ere long Alex. True Damon but not all dye while they 're Young As for the Aged let 'em pass away And drop into their Tenements of Clay It does not trouble me for they must go Must feel the sting of Death and shortly too But then the Youthful Healthy Gay and Strong We might with Justice hope may live as Long And She you know was in her Lovely Noon In Nature's Pride her full Meridian bloom Not half her Glass Ah brittle Glass was run Not half her nat'ral Term of Years was done That that 's the Wound Dam. Hold Stop this Gust of Grief 'T is in your Power to give your Self Relief Think Her as sure She is amongst the Blest And has begun the Sabbath of Her Rest Think that she 's freed from all that world of Woe Under whose weight she labour'd here Below And you will find more Iust Cause to be glad Than thus to be immoderately sad Repine not then Alexis 't is not well Yet since y' are on this Subject prithee tell By what sad Fate the sweet Urania fell Alex. A mortal but a lingering Disease Upon the Spirits of Her Life did seize Her strength decreas'd and every fatal Day Still took a part till All was born away Pale wan and meagre did her Cheeks appear Though once a Spring of Roses flourisht there Thus long She lay with strong Convulsions torn Which yet were with a Saint-like Patience born Till Nature ceasing rather forc'd to cease Gave her a painful but a kind Release Go Sacred Nymph ascend the spangl'd Sphere For it has long wanted thy Lustre there Faithful and Loving to the last She prov'd And better did deserve to be Belov'd Here Colon I cou'd Dam. Mention not his Name But let your Subject be his matchless Dame Alex. So many are Her Virtues and so vast And croud upon my Memory so fast 'T is difficult on what Part to begin And 't will be hard to leave when once I 'me in Her Converse was from all that Dross refin'd That is so visible in Woman-kind So sweet so fraught with Heav'nly Innocence I dare believe She cou'd not give Offence By Practice She did Virtue 's Path commend And honour'd all that wou'd be Virtue 's Friend Perhaps the Vain and Vicious were Her Foes But who would care for pleasing such as those Her Ardor still to Heav'nly Things did show She learnt to be an Angel here below Pious devout and to Her Self austere Hardly a Day but was half-spent in Prayer 'T is Heav'ns Command that we should pray for those That are our bitter most inveterate Foes Hard Lesson hard to us so prone to Err But 't was a very easie one to Her Her Charity did everywhere extend For to be poor was to make Her a Friend All this She was nor did She less excell In the great Poet-art of writing well Her charming Strains did please the nicest Ear And even the haughtiest Swams were proud to hear Ah sweet Urania of all Woman-kind Where hast thou left one like thy Self behind Unless the chaste Mirrana who but She Thy virtuous Sister For in Her we see Thou dear departed Saint how much wave lost in Thee Dam. By Heav'ns Alexis Thou so well hast shown The Virtues of the Nymph for whom you mone In such sad Numbers told the fatal Cause That from your Eyes this bleeding Deluge draws I 've caught in too plung'd in the same Extreme Nor blush to weep upon so just a Theme Alex. Such pious Grief Heav'n cannot but forgive That lets the Virtuous in our Memories live But see if now thou dost some Tears let fall There goes a Sight that will engross 'em all The sweet Urania Oh untimely doom By Virgins born to Her eternal home See with what mournful Pomp the Scene appears The Swains all speechless and the Nymphs all Tears Instead of flow'ry Wreaths with Chaplets crown'd Their Temples are with Funeral Cypress bound Although they speak not yet their Looks impart A lasting Anguish and a bleeding Heart Ha! Damon See on the sad Biere display'd Where all the Riches of the Earth is laid You sigh but Ah! you know you sigh in vain You 'll never more behold Her tread the Plain No more you 'll hear that sweet harmonious Voice Which none yet ever heard but did rejoyce For ever ceas'd are all Her matchless Lays Heav'n has clos'd up the Volume of Her days Oh Grief that I can think on the chaste Dame Think that She 's dead and not become the same Dam. Cease dear Alexis lest it should be said We fail'd in our last Office to the dead Let 's follow then the Mourner's gone before It cannot add to our Affliction more To see Her laid in Dust once bright and brave And strew sweet Flowers upon her honour'd Grave FINIS