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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39185	An Elegie upon the death, and in commemoration of the truly honourable and truly learned John Lord Wilmot, Earl of Rochester		1680 (1680)	Wing E462; ESTC R36260	1,279	1

MEMENTO MORI AN ELEGIE Upon the DEATH and in COMMEMORATION OF THE Truly HONOURABLE and truly LEARNED JOHN Lord WILMOT EARL of ROCHESTER ALas what dark benighting Clouds or shade Of Gloomy Fate has this Invasion made On the bright Confines of far shining day And there Eclips'd the light refulgent Ray Of Sacred Honour and transplendent Worth Which Wisdom still from thence was beaming forth But can it be that he 's so quickly gone Rapt from the Earth so soon the Muses Son Who from the evening world such Lawrels won As with Eternal Green must wreath his brow Till Time shall be no more and Fate shall bow Fame cannot be unjust to him she bore And with him on her Silver wings did soare Higher than Pegasus durst ever rise His Name engraving in the starry skies Great ROCHESTER Minerva's darling-wit Inspir'd by her the famous Heroe writ Such Mysteries as puzzle'd dull Mankind The meaning of those deep Profounds to find And having long paus'd on the Mystick Theam Like the Magicians upon Pharoahs dream They did confess that they had sought in vain Till the renowned Author did explain The weighty Syllogisms For none could bring More Loyal attestations for their King Truely Heroick more than can be told Indu'd with vertues far exceeding gold Or all the precious Oriental Jems The bounding Ocean holds that India hems Flow brynie Orbs weep Britains Isles for him Till in salt tears thou like to Delos swim For can such Sapience unregarded set Or can ungrateful Man his worth forget Whose Candid Soul in a sublimer sphere Divinest Attributes deserves to share Should his great Requiems now be left unsung No doubt the Golden Lyres by Angels strung In doleful Numbers from the high-rais'd Pole On which the glittering Orbs of Heaven do roul Would nightly from Seraphick Hierarchs sound To wake the drousie world through Earths vast round The great Idea's of his far-stretch'd fame And Sapience Angelical proclaime With Conduct and with Courage was he fill'd Those great Foundations on which Empires build In War renown'd at home for Peace besought For with his Pen as well as Sword he fought Equally dreadful to correct the proud And send Chimera's to their Mother-Cloud Though great by Birth yet condescendent still To all that sought him with compliant Will Meek in himself true Honours brighter eye The only Badge of true Nobility For Pride in Greatness gets Contempt and Scorn Which dwells in Baseness rais'd not Nobly born Heroick Virtues shin'd in him so bright That they oft daz'd the sharpest Eagles sight Of prying Envy which is only fed On Honours Ruines when 't is Captive led 'T is sure the Fates were cruel to supplant The Man whom now so much this Isle must want Yet wanting him in loss for ever lye Too good for Earth now rap'd above the Sky Where Hallelujahs he Triumphant sings Born up aloft on high Cherubean wings To eccho Praises to the King of Kings Whilst ore the bright Empyrean fields he strays Crown'd with a Wreath of never-fading Bays Admir'd by the Angelick Orders there Whose beaming Faces are Eternal fair And yet from his diviner Soul did gain A pleasing sense of Joy which they sustain In endless Bliss and coeternal Praise There let him dwell time boundless without Days EPITAPH HEre lies the Muses Darling and the Son Of Great Apollo who such praises won Vpon this Mole hill Globe that Heav'n thought fit He rais'd on high should in bright Mansions sit And safely thence upon the world look down Whilst ever-radiant Wreaths his Temples Crown The loss is ours from Earth Heav'n won the Prize His Body 's here but Soul above the Skies FINIS LONDON Printed in the Year 1680.