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Sacellum Apollinaire a funeral poem to the memory of that great patriot & statesman, George, late Marquis of Hallifax.
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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1695
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Wing S2716; ESTC R37372
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Sacellum Apollinare A Funeral POEM TO THE MEMORY OF THAT Great Patriot Statesman GEORGE LATE Marquiss of Hallifax Sapiens dominabitur Astris LONDON Printed by J. Wilkins and are to be Sold by R. Baldwin near the Oxford-Arms-Inn in Warwick-Lane 1695. A Funeral POEM c. AS HEAV'N it Self 's on Empire's Axis roll'd For God-Head's but Dominion Uncontroul'd So the Crown'd Head the Sublunary JOVE Does in his Royal Orb of Glory move With all his Bolts of Fate in his High Post Of Sovereign Pow'r the Weilded Thunder boast But in the Highest tow'ring Flight of KINGS 'T is the Great Statesman plumes their Eagles Wings They Move the Great MACHINE He Sets the Springs And thus whilst Pregnant EMPIRE's Labouring Head With some vast Off-spring Teems the Statesman's Aid To bring the Fair Divine Minerva Forth Is call'd the Great Lucina to the Birth Wisdom and Counsel 'T is their Min'istring Ray Those Bright CROWN Genij Cheer th' Imperial Sway The Harmony of WORLDS is only Theirs Empire but Guides 't is They that Tune the Spheres Counsel in Church or State the Warmth by Whom Aaron's and Moses's Budding Wands both Bloom Thus MONARCHY what tho' She Reigns Alone 'T is by her Argus-Eyes She Guards her Throne Her Lights an Hundred tho' her Hand 's but One. Of those Rich Lights Great HALLIFAX shin'd there In Powr's whole Constellation None more Fair In Calms or Storms in every varying Gale The Furl'd the Hoysted or the Slacken'd Sayl The Helm to Manage or the Mates to Cheer No Pilot-Hand cou'd ever Worthier Steer TRUST the Magnetick Load star of his Soul And FAITH and ZEAL his Needles to the Pole The Studied World was his Long Theam and All The Politick Movements of the Mighty Ball Yes the Old World He had Fathom'd o're and o're Nay had there been yet Vnknown Globes t' explore To give that Head that Reach those Depths their Due He had stood a Fair Columbus for the New In SENATES There with all his Brightest Beams Not Michael to th' Embattl'd Seraphims A Mightier Leading CHIEF Oraculous Sense Victorious Right Amazing Eloquence All from that Clearest Organ sweetly Sung From that bold ENGLISH CICERO's Silver Tongue VVell might Great TRUTH and Genuine Justice flow For He Lookt Vpward when He Talkt Below Up to ASTRAEA Heav'ns translated Pride Her Righteous Ballance his Great Standard Guide In Redress'd Wrongs and Succour'd Rights APPEAL No Hand in the Judiciary Scale More VVeigh'd and Pois'd than HALLIFAX alone Ev'n Half the Great Tribunal was his Own But in that more Exalted Patriot-Cause The Moulding of those Stamps Imperial LAWS Then when the whole Divinity of Pow'r In her Collective Strength that Lab'ring Hour In her All-wise Consulting Providence Sits some New Fair Creations to Commence In that High VVork for the Great FIAT Fixt No Hand like His the Sovereign ELEMENTS Mixt. This Fam'd GAMALIEL in the Great State-Schools Thus by unerring PRUDENCE Sacred Rules No wonder on that Card'nal Hinge He mov'd In Pow'r-Craft Skill'd that Bold Arts-Master prov'd The Great Performing Part He had Study'd thro' And no less Learnt the Greater Duty too The Publick Spirit and the Active Soul More Lively VVarmth than e're Prometheus stole Those Champions both of Earth and Heav'n's Just Right Bound by their Great Indenture Tripartite Their equally divided FAITH must bring Betwixt their GOD their Country and their King In Pow'r and Trust thro' his whole Life's long Scene Never did Honour wear a Hand more Clean He from the Israel Prophet's Copy drew The Suppliant Naaman for his Grace might sue Distress 't is true his Succour ne'r cou'd lack But then her Laded Chariots must go Back No Syrian Bribe was on his Shoulders worn That Tainted Robe such TRUTH and VIRTUE scorn Thus like the Eden Pair Why is Truth drawn A Naked Beauty in Transparent Lawn Yes 'till her Innocence for Imp'ious Gold That Tempting False Hesperian Apple Sold 'T is from that Fall Original Blushes came 'T was Then She wanted Fig-Leaves for her Shame A Bribe That most loath'd Thought Ev'n his whole Roof His humblest Menials that Temptation-Proof So Fair their Leading LORD's Example stands Oblig'd with Frank Full Hearts but Empty Hands His Favours in that Generous Current run As Providence vouchsafes Her Rain and Sun His Favours Cheaper ev'n than Heav'n's confer'd For though like Heav'n th' Imploring Pray'r He heard Yet no Thanksgiving Offerings Return'd To His Kind GRACE no Gumms nor Incense burn'd Ay and 't was Nobly Brave What can more high Than an Vnmercinary Greatness fly If ought his Obligations must Defray He rather chose that Heav'n than Man should Pay Yes with a Fair Ambition Just Disdain Scorn'd less than JOVE his Golden Show'rs shou'd Rain And well so High that Fair Ambition tow'r'd For HALLIFAX so Scorn'd and JOVE so Show'r'd Whil'st that vast Affluence Warm'd his Fruitful Soyl 'Till his Rich Glebe and Loaded Harvest Pile With that Increase that Milky Canaan flow'd Prosperity thus Reap'd where Virtue Sow'd NATURE FORTUNE Here both Rivals join'd Which to their darling HALLIFAX more Kind Should heap the Ampler Mass Nature her more Refin'd and Fortune in her Courser Oar. The World but Smil'd where Heav'n had Smil'd before Great Blessings when by Greater MERIT shar'd Not Providence's Gift but her Reward Are all Heav'n's Fairest Blazon Noblest Pride Th' Eternal DISPENSATION Justify'd The Righteous Distribution ought no less So Great 't is to Deserve and then Possess Nor in Proud Courts nor States alone that Great Dictator Ev'n in the DESPOTIC Seat In His own narrower Domestic Sway His Houshold Sweet Penates deckt so Gay To VICE like Hannibal to Rome that sworn Eternal Foe and VIRTUE 's Champion born To his own Filial Nursery so Kind A FATHER with those Leading Lights He shin'd HONOVR so Lovely by that Pencil drawn The Early Phosphor to their Morning Dawn So Fam'd his equally Paternal Care T' Instruct the Great and to Adorn the Fair. Thus BEAUTY's Toilet spread so all Divine Her Cabinet Jems so Furnisht from That MINE The Virgin and the Bridal Coronet Were by Kind HALLIFAX so richly Set VIRTUE and INNOCENCE at that full View As ev'n th' Original Eden Lanschape drew All her whole Hierarchy of Graces not One least Enamell'd Heav'nly Spark forgot Each Star in the whole Feminine Renown From Cassiopoea's CHAIR to Ariadne's CROWN In the Rich Furniture of that Fair MIND Those dazling Intellectual Graces shin'd To draw the Love and Homage of Mankind Nothing cou'd more than his firm FRIENDSHIP Charm Cheerful as Bridal-Songs as South-Suns Warm And Fixt as Northern-Stars When e're He daign'd The Solemn Honour of his Plighted Hand He stood a more than Second Pylades Vnshaken as Immutable DECREES But whilst these vast Perfections I Recount The Heights to which those Soaring Glories mount My Muse thus rapt into that Cheerful Sphear Is This her Wailing Dirge her Funeral Tear For his Sad DEATH to Draw his Glorious LIFE Paint Lights for Shades and Ecstacies
for Grief Are These the Melancholy Rites She brings Fit Ayrs to Tune the Mournful Theme She sings Yes the True Mourner's in th' Historian Play'd What 's Present Grief but Past Delight Display'd Counting what once was Ours we need no more To Sum th' Enjoyment does the Loss Deplore Besides What 's all our Sable Cavalcade To the Great DEAD our Darkest Funeral Shade T' Illustrious Virtue Grief 's an Easy Debt Her Glorious Amulet but Cheaply Set She finds the Diamond and We the Jet When Learning Wisdom Eloquence Expire And the Great SOULS Sparks of Celestial Fire Back to Their Elemental Sourse Retire To such Rich DUST in vain we Pyramids Rear For Mausoloeum's are but Pageants there What 's a poor Short-liv'd Pile of Crumbling Earth A Mould'ring Tomb t' Apollinary WORTH Worth that so far from such a Narrow Bound Spreads a Large Field Moves th' Vniversal Round Fills every Tongue Thus what no Vrn contains The World 's the Casket to those Great REMAINS Nor let Poetick Vanity Rehearse Her Boasted Dreams Her Miracles of VERSE Think in some poor Recorded EPITAPH That Shallow Page of Brass or Marble Leaf Or in some more Voluminous Folio Pile A Davideis or Arthur's Sweating Toil Some Sacred WORTHY's Deathless Fame t' Enstal Rais'd by her Lyres like the Old Theban Wall No when Great NAMES ne'r Dye That Work alone Is all a Fair Creation of Their Own True GLORY Shines by her Own Lighted Beam 'T is not the Muse's Song but Muse's THEAM When in Great HALLIFAX WIT 's Pantheon fell And Death now husht that Silenc'd ORACLE From Fair Eliza's Hallow'd Helicon-Walls Methinks I hear a Fatal Summon calls When lo the Delphick SEER that Reverend Bard Of Sacred Literature's rich Fount prepar'd Th' Expiring HALLIFAX in Death to wait No less Attendant on his Funeral State Fate to that ever Honour'd HEAD cou'd owe LEARNING it self must shake at such a Blow But tho' with all this Mine of Learning stor'd He Liv'd and Dy'd no Niggard of that Hoard Witness His own Long Pious Founded Piles Where Nurtur'd ARTS by His Auspicious Smiles Tune their Young Voices to the Muse's Song Nerv'd by his HAND to Books and Virtue strong Thus as th' Old Israel Patriarch to his once Illustrious Twelve HE to His Hundred Sons His Fruitful CHARITY 's Adopted Race With all his Tenderest Diffusive Grace Doals with a True Paternal Glory crown'd His Living and His Dying Blessings round Yes from that Hand this Scatter'd Bread must fall He Furnishes those Numerous Pencils all To Copy from His Great Original Resolv'd if possible Resolv'd t' Inspire To this Young Nursery His Cherisht Choire His own Rich Soul their Transmigrated Fire But why if 't is not a too Bold Offence To dare Expostu'late with OMNIPOTENCE Why should Prodigious Worth from th' Orb it warm'd Snatch'd from the Soyl it cherisht Eyes it charm'd From its Deserted Charge unkindly Fly Quit th' Earth it Blest Impoverish Worlds and Dye No the Kind Heav'ns in Mercy to Rebate That Mighty Loss the too keen Edge of Fate Have circled Virtue in a Fence so High As stands so Safe it knows not how to Die But Founds its own Proud Immortality For as some Lofty Cedar long had stood The Land-mark of the Plain and Glory of the Wood Till the Dread Voice of Fate Heav'n's Angry Blast The Bolt of the Destroying Thunder cast All the tall PRIDE lies Fal'n Yet still some Shoot Some tender Scyen from the Sacred ROOT By ' its Nutrimental PARENT Succours fed Springs Growes Spreads Flourishes till th' Uprear'd Head Do's t' all its Great Original Hâ—IGHTS improve A Second Pearch for the Fair Bird of JOVE So may Great HALLIFAX Himself Survive Thus Fall and thus His Deathless Virtues Live LIVE in His Fair SUCCESSION ever Blest Whil'st Honour Builds its own Rich PHAENIX Nest FINIS * His Advice to a Daughter * Westminster-School * Dr. Busby who Dy'd the same Day * His Free School Foundations