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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39655	Poems and songs by Thomas Flatman.	Flatman, Thomas, 1637-1688.	1686 (1686)	Wing F1154; ESTC R2090	68,190	330

the Third Ode 19. 258 Book the Third Ode 20. 260 Book the Third Ode 21. 261 Book the Third Ode 22. 262 Book the Third Ode 3. 263 Book the Fourth Ode 1. 264 Book the Fourth Ode 10. 266 Book the Fourth Ode 11. 267 Epode the Third 269 Epode the Sixth 270 Epode the Tenth 271 POEMS On the DEATH of the RIGHT HONOURABLE THOMAS EARL of OSSORY Pindarique Ode Stanza i. No more Alas that bitter word No more The Great the Just the Generous the Kind The universal Darling of Mankind The Noble OSSORY is now No more The Mighty Man is fall'n From Glory's lofty Pinacle Meanly like one of Us He fell Not in the hot pursuit of Victory As Gallant Men would chuse to die But tamely like a poor Plebeian from his Bed To the dark Grave a Captive led Emasculating Sighs and Groans around His Friends in Flouds of Sorrow drown'd His awful Truncheon and bright Arms laid by He bow'd his glorious Head to Destiny II. Celestial Powers how unconcern'd you are No black Eclipse or Blazing-Star Presag'd the Death of this Illustrious Man No Deluge no nor Hurricane In her old wonted course Nature went on As if some common thing were done One single Victim to Deaths Altar's come And not in OSSORY an whole Hecatombe Yet when the Founder of Old Rome expir'd When the Pellëan Youth resign'd his Breath And when the great Dictator stoop'd to Death Nature and all her Faculties retir'd Amaz'd she started when amaz'd she saw The breaches of her ancient Fundamental Law Which kept the World in aw For men less brave than Him her very heart did ake The labouring Earth did quake And Trees their fixt Foundations did for sake Nature in some prodigious way Gave notice of their fatal Day Those lesser Griefs with pain she thus exprest This did confound and overwhelm her Breast III. Shrink ye Crown'd Heads that think your selves secure And from your mouldring Thrones look down Your greatness cannot long endure The King of Terrors claims you for his own You are but Tributaries to his dreadful Crown Renown'd Serene Imperial most August Are only high and mighty Epithets for Dust In vain in vain so high Our tow'ring expectations flie While th' Blossoms of our hopes so fresh so gay Appear and promise Fruit then fade away From valiant OSSORY'S ever Loyal Hands What did we not believe We dream'd of yet unconquer'd Lands He to his Prince could give And neighbouring Crowns retrieve Expected that he would in Triumph come Laden with Spoils and Affrick Banners home As if an Hero's years Were as unbounded as our fond Desires IV. Lament Lament you that dare Honour love And court her at a Noble rate Your Prowess to approve That dare religiously upon Her wait And blush not to grow Good when you grow Great Such Mourners suit His Vertue such His State And you brave Souls who for your Countrie 's good Did wond'rous things in Fields and Seas of Bloud Lament th' undaunted Chief that led you on Whose exemplary Courage could inspire The most degenerate Heart with Martial-English Fire Your bleeding wounds who shall hereafter dress With an indulgent tenderness Touch'd with a melting Sympathy Who shall your Wants supply Since He your good Samaritan is gone O Charity thou richest Boon of Heaven To Man in pity given For when well-meaning Mortals give The Poor's and their own Bowels they relseve Thou mak'st us with alacrity to die Miss'd and bewail'd like Thee large-hearted O S. SORT V. Arise ye blest Inhabitants above From your Immortal Seats arise And on our Wonder on our Love Gaze with astonish'd Eyes Arise Arise make room Th' exalted Shade is come See where He cones what Princely Port He bears How God-like He appears His shining Temples round With Wreaths of everlasting Laurels bound As from the bloudy Field of Mons He came Where He out-fought th' Hyperboles of Fame See how the Guardian-Angel of our Isle Receives the Deifi'd Champion with a Smile Welcome the Guardian-Angel says Full of Songs of Joy and Praise Welcome Thou art to me And to these Regions of Serenity Welcome the Winged Choir resounds While with loud Euge's all the Sacred place abounds To the Memory of the Incomparable ORINDA Pindarique Ode Stanza I. ALong Adieu to all that 's bright Noble or brave in Woman-kind To all the Wonders of their Wit And Trophies of their Mind The glowing heat of th' holy fire is gone To th' Altar whence 't was kindled flown There 's nought on earth but Ashes left behind E'r since th' amazing sound was spread Orinda's dead Every soft and fragrant word All that Language could afford Every high and lofty thing That 's wont to set the Soul on wing No longer with this worthless world would stay Thus when the death of the great Pan was told Along the shore the dismal tidings roll'd The lesser Gods their Fanes forsook Confounded with the mighty stroke They could not overlive that fatal day But sigh'd and groan'd their gasping Oracles away II. How rigid are the Laws of Fate And how severe that black Decree No sublunary thing is free But all must enter th' Adamantine Gate Sooner or later must we come To Nature's dark retiring Room And yet 't is pity Is it not The Learned as the Fool should die One full as low as t'other lie Together blended in the general lot Distinguish'd only from the common Croud By an hindg'd Coffin or an Holland Shroud Though Fame and Honour speak them ne'r so loud Alas Orinda even Thou Whose happy Verse made others live And certain Immortality could give Blasted are all thy blooming Glories now The Laurel withers o're thy brow Methinks it should disturb Thee to conceive That when poor I this artless breath resign My dust should have as much of Poetry as Thine III. Too soon we languish with desire Of what we never could enough admire On th' billows of this World sometimes we rise So dangerously high We are to Heaven too nigh When all in rage Grown hoary with one minute's age The very self-same fickle wave Which the entrancing Prospect gave Swoln to a Mountain sinks into a Grave Too happy Mortals if the Powers above As merciful would be And easie to preserve the thing we love As in the giving they are free But they too oft delude our wearied eyes They fix a flaming Sword 'twixt us and Paradise A weeping evening blur's a smiling day Yet why should heads of Gold have feet of clay Why should the man that wav'd th' Almighty wand That led the murmuring Croud By Pillar and by Cloud Shivering a-top of Aery Pisgah stand Only to see but never never tread the Promis'd Land IV. Throw your Swords and Gauntlets by You daring Sons of War You cannot purchase e'r you die One honourable Scar Since that fair hand that guilded all your Bayes That in Heroick numbers wrote your praise That you might safely sleep in Honours Bed It self alas is wither'd cold and dead Cold

angelick Youth early dislik'd this state And innocently yielded to his fate Never did Soul of a Celestial birth Inform a purer piece of Earth O! that 't were not in vain To wish what 's past might be retriev'd again Thy dotage thy Alexis then Had answer'd all thy vows and prayers And crown'd with pregnant joys thy silver hairs Lov'd to this day amongst the living sons of men II. And thou my friend hast left me too Menalcas poor Menalcas even Thou Of whom so loudly Fame has spoke In the Records of her eternal book Whose disregarded worth ages to come Shall wail with indignation o're thy Tomb. Worthy wert thou to live as long as Vice Should need a Satyr that the frantick Age Might tremble at the lash of thy Poëtick rage Th' untutour'd world in after times May live uncensur'd for their crimes Freed from the dreads of thy reforming Pen Turn to old Chaos once agen Of all th' instructive Bards whose more than The. ban lyre Could salvage souls with manly thoughts inspire Menalcas worthy was to live Tell me ye mournful Swains Say you his fellow-shepherds that survive Has my ador'd Menalcas left behind On all these penfive Plains A gentler shepherd with a braver mind Which of you all did more Majestick show Or wore the garland on a sweeter Brow III. But wayward Astragon resolves no more The death of his Menalcas to deplore The place to which he wisely is withdrawn Is altogether blest There no clouds o'rewhelm his brest No midnight cares shall break his rest For all is everlasting cheerful dawn The Poets charming bliss perfect ease and sweet recess There shall he long possess The treacherous world no more shall him deceive Of hope and fortune he has taken leave And now in mighty triumph does he reign O're the unthinking Rabbles spite His head adorn'd with beams of light And the dull wealthy fools disdain Thriee happy he that dies the Muses friend He needs no Obelisque no Pyramid His sacred dust to hide He needs not for his memory to provide For well he knows his praise can never end ON Sir JOHN MICKLETHWAIT'S MONUMENT In S. Botolphs-Aldersgate-Church London M. S. Heic juxta spe plenâ resurgendi situm est Depositum mortale JOANNIS MICKLETHW AITE Equitis Serenissimo Principi Carolo II á Medicinâ Qui cum primis solertissimus fidissimus felicissimus In Collegio Medicorum Londinensium Lustrum integrum quod excurrit Praesidis Provinciam dignissimé ornavit Et tandem emenso aetatis tranquillae stadio Pietate sincerâ Inconcussâ vitae integritate Benignâ morum suavitate Sparsâ passim Philanthrophia Spectabilis Miserorum Asylum Maritus optimus Parens indulgentissimus Suorum luctus Bonorum omnium Amor Deliciae Septuagenarius senex Caelo maturus Fato non invitus cessit IV Kal. Augusti Anno salutis MDCLXXXII Caetera loquantur Languentium deploranda suspiria Viduarum ac Orphanorum Propter amissum Patronum profundi gemitus Pauperúmque Nudorum jam arque esurientium Importuna Viscera Monumenta hoc marmore longé perenniora Maerens posuit pientissima Conjunx M. S. Heic juxtá jacet THOMAS ROCK Armg. Salopiensis Vitâ functus Januarii 3. Aetat 62. 1678. En Lector Cinerem non vulgarem Virum veré magnum Si prisca fides pietasque primaeva Si amicitiae faedera strictissima Si pectus candidum sincerum Ac integerrima Vita Virum veré magnum conflare poterint En hominem Cordatum Calamitosae Majestatis Furente nuperâ perduellium rabie Strenuum assertorem Obstinalum Vindicem En animae generosae quantillum Ergastulum O charum Deo Depositum Vestrûm undequaquàm Inopes Vestrûm quotcunque Viri praestantiores Dolorem inconsolabilem Desiderium in omne aevum irreparabile On the DEATH OF THE ILLUSTRIOUS PRINCE RUPERT Pindarique Ode STANZA I. MAn surely is not what he seems to be Surely our selves we over-rate Forgetting that like other Creatures we Must bend our heads to Fate Lord of the whole Creation MAN How big the Title shews Trifles away a few uncertain Years Cheated with Hopes and rackt with Fears Through all Lifes little Span Then down to silence and to darkness goes And when we Die the Croud that trembling stood E're while struck with the terror of a Nod Shake off their wonted reverence with their Chains And at their pleasure use our poor Remains Ah mighty Prince Whom lavish Nature and industrious Art Had fitted for Immortal Fame Their utmost Bounty could no more impart How comes it that Thy venerable Name Should be submitted to my Theme Unkindly baulkt by the prime skilful men Abandon'd to be fully'd by so mean a Pen Tell me ye skilful men if you have read In all the fair Memorials of the Dead A Name so formidably Great So full of Wonders and unenvi'd Love In which all Vertues and all Graces strove So terrible and yet so sweet Shew me a Star in Honours Firmament Of the first magnitude let it be That from the darkness of this World made free A brighter lustre to this World has lent Ye men of reading shew me one That shines with such a beam as His. Rupert's a Constellation Outvies Arcturus and the Pleïades And if the Julian Star of old out-shone The lesser Fires as much as them the Moon Posterity perhaps will wonder why An Heroe more divine than He Should leave after his Apotheosis No Gleam of light in all the Galaxie Bright as the Sun in the full blaze of Noon III. How shall my trembling Muse thy Praise reherse Thy Praise too lofty e'vn for Pindar's Verse Whence shall she take her daring flight That she may soar aloft In numbers masculine and soft In numbers adaequate To thy Renowns Coelestial height If from thy Noble Pedigree The Royal Bloud that sparkled in thy Veins A low Plebeian Eulogy disdains And he blasphemes that meanly writes of Thee If from thy Martial Deeds she boldly rise And sing thy valiant Infancy Rebellious Britain after felt full well Thou from thy Cradle wert a Miracle Swadled in Armour Drums appeas'd thy Cries And the shrill Trumpet sung thy Lullabies The Babe Alcides thus gave early proof In the first dawning of his Youth When with his tender hand the Snakes he slew What Monsters in his riper Years he would subdue IV. Great Prince in whom Mars and Minerva join'd Their last efforts to frame a mighty Mind A Pattern for Brave men to come design'd How did the Rebel Troops before thee fly How of thy Genius stand in aw When from the sulphurous Cloud Thou in Thunder gav'st aloud Thy dreadful Law To the presumptuous Enemy In vain their traiterous Ensigns they displaid In vain they fought in vain they pray'd At thy victorious Arms dismaid Till Providence for Causes yet unknown Causes mysterious and deep Conniv'd a while as if asleep And seem'd its dear Anointed to disown The prosperous Villany triumph'd o're the Crown And hurl'd the best of Monarchs from his Throne O tell