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A42796 An elegy on the famous Thomas Thin, Esq., who was barbarously murthered Gittos, George. 1681 (1681) Wing G790; ESTC R24125 1,480 1

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AN ELEGY On the Famous THOMAS THIN Esq Who was Barbarously Murthered WHat Arrogance dost Thou Malicious Fate On Us in this Brave ' Squire impetrate Or does the Upper Orb his Patience hold To suffer Dross to intermingle Gold No longer Snatching up the Soul of THIN's From our Light Dross and from all Weighty Sins Sublimity extols Him with her Wing Contemning Knighthood here there to be King Then what can we condole us of a Fate That gives Him Joy in her extream of hate His Six-days Labour in the last of Seven GOD's Providence call'd Him to rest in Heaven Can all the Muses of the three times three Give a due Merit in His Elegie Fame sorely weeps to lose a Favourite And Honour mourns to be eclips'd in Night Obscure must all things be and Light has done On Earth when Earth cannot obtain its Sun Me thinks I see as have my thoughts espi'd The Grains of Mustard seed sown in His Side Growing beyond th'extent of Envies Pride Me thoughts I heard the Pistols in their stunning Give a report in Heav'n Brave THIN ' s a coming Me thoughts I saw the Heav'ns make Preparation To Welcom Him with Joy post Castigation Me thoughts I saw Him Crown'd and plac'd on high This World His Foot-stool bidding Fate Good-by But why do I consist in thoughts remaining In such dim sights He 's really obtaining All Meritorious Glory can be found Above this World in the Coelestial Round Death bitter in His Mouth b'ing swallow'd up His Belly found the sweetness of the Cup Death coming in such Gall and bitter'd Ore He swallow'd it to taste it never more Who has the Loss Not Him by this Confuser 'T is we in Him and all the World 's a Loser Brave THIN h's lost nothing save a heap of Nought We have lost all in losing Him we sought What can THIN lose in this Terrestrial Life He loses Sorrow we Joy and he all Strife Did we not see at that Outragious Blow The Powdry-Smoke into thick Vapours grow Mixt with the Clouds their obscure Shadows hurl'd Their Mourning-Mantle muffled up the World Ev'ry Ear fill'd with Clamours and the Sky Seem'd to lament this Bloody Tragedy The middle Element was fill'd with Groans And Mother-Earth quak'd at her Peoples Moans All Women wept all Mankind grieved sore Salt Tears ran trickling like the Common-Shore And Children with their Infant-Voices rore The Heavens rejoyced at this Murders Birth Joy was in Heaven Sorrow here on Earth The dull thick Clouds as Mourning Scenes of Troy Did part this sorrowful World and Heavens new Joy Joy in the Heavens receiving such a Soul Losing his Person here we all condole Heaven that has Prescience over all And knowing how THIN's accident would fall Call'd Him in haste to take His Heavenly Lot We find THIN's answer thus * The Anagram on his Name Th'n I am Shot But in this Life what was this famous ' Squire Servant to GOD in low things now of higher He had a courteous Mansuet Behaviour And never out of Fickle Fortunes Favour Lovely in Looks Gracious in all his Ways Whilst he was living we had happy Days Riches dwelt with him and in such a store That Liberality smil'd on the Poor So Wise so Literate so Valiant He That now the World has nothing of those three Belov'd of KING and Court for Worthy Fame And all the Vulgars did adore his Name He was a Faithful Subject to the KING Till Death came in this Woful Suffering So are we lost of all MONMOVTH and GRAY Held up the Shadows of a Dying Day Thus is the World extinguish'd of a Light They that see Day must also look for Night An Epitaph Acrostick Tread gently Reader on this Ground for hark H ere's Immortality's Divine Land-Mark Open the Scripture and you 'll find it read Man's subject unto Death till all are dead And here is One has past that Thorny-Gate So blesses You and blest his Timely Fate 'T is here his Ashes lie his part Divine Heaven receives above in pure refine Immortal Life he ever shall inherit Nothing unquiet to his Holy Spirit By Geo. Gittos London Printed in the Year 1681 2.