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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03256	An elegy to commemorate, and lament, the death of the worthy, and most eminent doctor of physick, Sr. John Micklevvaite Kt. who died on Saturday, July 29th. 1682.		1682 (1682)	Wing E448; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[80]; ESTC R36192	1,825	1

MEMENTO MORI AN ELEGY To Commemorate and Lament The Death of the Worthy and most Eminent Doctor of Physick S r. JOHN MICKLEVVAITE K t. Who Died on Saturday JULY 29 th 1682. 8. Aug. 1682 AS when the Sun doth Set we all put on A kind of pale and dark Complection Concerned at the Absence of its Light Because in it the whole Creation's right So when a great Man or Learn'd one falls We are troubled at this their Funeralls The Feet do linger and are never Well When the Body is Dead their Centinel This Nature teaches from her Morals high A Course we do it it 's by Sympathy Like the pretty Flower that hangs down its Head When the Sun 's Absented and is gone to Bed Much more doth Man his fellow Creature high When he doth sicken to Mortality Th' Loss but of a Trifle we cannot bear Much more a Gent. without some kind of Tear To think of the great Frayltie of Nature In Man Bird in Beast in every Creature Subject to Changes and Alterations still As an Empress Mutation is her Will. The Rose the Tulep and the pretty Bee Have but their Season now for to be Free And Man the Lord of the Creation Death cometh and takes him from his Station For we 're here to Day and gone to Morrow Into the Grave where there is no Sorrow Where all in Silence do remain and lie As ordered from the Heavens on high Art Wit Riches nay all they cannot Save Us from the cold Icy Tomb and Grave The Potter having a Power o're his Vessel still Whether that it be good or whether ill We are his Handywork we are his Sheep By him we Eat and Drink and Rest and Sleep And when going in Sunshine or in Rain Death appears and bids us Return again So that each Step we take we do draw near Unto the King of Terrors and of Fear Like Seamen still our Ships are under Sail Though toss'd with Ill or with a pleasant Gale At last Anchor they must in some kind Port To please themselves and there to keep their Court. Men great in Virtue and Men truly Brave They think they can Outface Death and the Grave Like Countryman in Fable that did say O where 's Death for to haste me now away With this my Load and heavy Burthen high I cannot carry it I desire to Die Death Appears and when to th' Man he came 'T was nothing but to help him with that same Bundle of Sticks he was to carry away But not to Die for so doth th' Story say The Moral teaches how sweet a thing 's Life Though troubled here and there with every Strife Fain it would Live and fain be in Renown Rather then go to a Country unknown Bleed Purge Vomit and so endure all Rather than hear most fatal Death his Call So all that a Man has saies holy Job Will a Man give for Life and Life's fine Robe Rather then be Dismantled and Uncloath'd be Of his dear Life and his Vitalitie Since we must Die as Ordered from above We must prepare by living in true Love When Nature into tireing Room doth go The Scene it changes and so ends her Woe And flies into the golden Place of Rest Like Bird when having got into her Nest And there sits down with Saints and with Just Men For ever in the new Jerusalem EPITAPH HEre lies a Man in Art so wonderous high That like the Sun once Shin'd in Majesty A great Physitian and a Pious Soul Of Honour's Livery and of Glories Roll. Was Good and Ingenious in his Ways So that he carried away the Baies From others that pretended to cure th' Pthisick Not like him the only Man of Physick Religion 's a Light to every noble Art Guiding us soon to see Man's diseas'd Part. For other Professors may some Good do Yet where Virtue Reigns it Commands a Woe Since he could Cure the King when other Men Fail'd in their Judgments they went to Learn agen Art without Virtue 't is an empty thing And like the Snake it wears a deadly Sting Whereas when joyn'd together they 're true Wealth To Men and to Purchase them good Health Physick may be good but 't is th' Virtuous still That rids th' Patient of his Tormenting Ill. Since the Agents of Heaven have a Power To cure the Wounds of Men every Hour Esculapius Favourite the Muses great Son When he appear'd Diseases away run Like Mists and Foggs before the rising Sun Apparent from this late Gent. most Just A Man of mighty Learning and of Trust Vertuous most Noble of very great Fame Of Repute and of an excellent Name For which his Life was Precious and now Dead He Liveth unto Fame tho Buried FINIS LONDON Printed for William Miller at the Guilded Acorn in St. Paul's Church-Yard where you may be furnished with most sorts of Bound or Stitched Books as Acts of Parliament Proclamations Speeches Declarations Letters Orders Commissions Articles of War or Peace As also Books of Divinity Church-Government Sermons on most occasions and most sorts of Histories Poetry and such like c. 1682.