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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A70131	The mourning swain a funeral eclogue [sic] humbly offer'd to the memory of the Right Honourable James Earl of Abingdon / written by Mr. Robert Gould ...	Gould, Robert, d. 1709?	1700 (1700)	Wing G1428; ESTC R2706	10,797	28

THE Mourning Swain A FUNERAL ECLOGUE HUMBLY Offer'd to the MEMORY Of the Right Honourable JAMES EARL of ABINGDON Written by Mr. ROBERT GOVLD AND Dedicated to His Grace the Duke of Leeds LONDON Printed for the Author and Sold by John Nutt near Stationer's-Hall 1700. To His Grace the Duke of LEEDS c. THe Sun almost an Annual Race has ran Since the Decease of this Prodigious Man So long ago and such the Nation gave These Faithful Tears were wept upon his Grave They who can see when Nature sways in Chief Will find 'em shed in an Extream of Grief Without her aid in vain we strive by Art To Limn a weeping Eye and bleeding Heart In Private writ in Private to the Plains I thought to have confin'd these Rural Strains An Ev'ning Concert for the Mourning Swains When on their Oaten Reeds His Name they 'd raise All Tun'd to their departed Patron 's Praise But call'd from thence in Publick to appear My self by being Worthless fenc'd from Fear I fly to YOU with this Illustrious Name To stand between Detraction and his Fame With Merit Envy ever did commence And Vice is still suppressing Excellence Like feeble Eyes that shun the Glaring Light ' Twou'd cover what it cannot bear in Night Your nearness to the HERO in His Blood And the yet nearer Tye of being Good Your joint Endeavours and Your joint Success In lab'ring for Your Country's Happiness Your Mutual Friendship with such Concord knit That Love ne'er made so dear a Union yet All these Regards make's this Address your Due It can My Lord belong to none but YOU The Honour of this Celebrated Name Return'd in some degree from whence it came Guide of his Life and Guardian of his Fame Justly the Lines may safely seek where late 'T is found by an affrighted tott'ring State When to the Verge of Anarchy it drew Hurri'd along and all her Fears in view She sighing cast her Eyes for Aid on YOU YOU who so oft when wander'd from the way And lost in Night have led us to the Day Loud was the Storm and now advancing nigh There seem'd no hope of help from Policy Here Bigottry like Scylla threat'ning stood Horrid with Wrecks and painted o'er with Blood There like Charibdis Tyranny appear'd Fearful to sight and Hideous to be heard And yet between 'em lay the happy Coast Which either we must Make or all be lost Here 't was and greatlier ne'er employ'd before Your Counsels did our Peace and Pow'r restore When they had took their leave to come no more Where does the wond'rous Penetration lie Or is all Nature opn'd to Your Eye That thus YOU forward look among the Fates And seem a Second Providence to States For ever on Your Country's good Intent YOU Foreign Ills divert and Home prevent No more an Empty Title to the Main Our Squadrons boast by Your Advice they Reign Europe and Africa Triumphant saw Our Navy Ride and give the Ocean Law While those who thought t' Invade us now retire And leave their Shoars to Spoil and Hostile Fire If the Physician oft divert our Fate By feeling how the Blood does Circulate What may HE do that know's the Pulse of State Be Fevour Faintness Frenzy the Disease Or if a Lethargy the Vitals seize Be it Luxurious Peace or Lawless Might Or Legislative Rage for Ravish'd Right Be it a less'ning Fame or less'ning Trade The Neighb'ring Strength increas'd or ours decay'd The Remedy is certain you advise And we are ne'er so Low but then we Rise And yet in spight of this unweary'd Care Among us there a sort of Monsters are Whose Tongues like Jews wou'd not their Saviour spare But y' are Secure and all their Malice vain Such Vertue is too rich a Dye to stain As when a Nymph breaths on a Crystal-Glass The Damps a while obscure her Beauteous Face A Dimness on the fair Reflection lie's And sits between her Image and her Eyes But soon the self-assisted Mirror 's clear The Envious Shades dissolve into the Air And all her former lovely Lineaments appear So what e'er Spight with black'ning Breath can say The Lustre of your Worth does purge away Breaks through the sullen Gloom and settles Day But while alas the too advent'rous Muse Ambitiously her Noble Flight pursues She finds the Weight above her Pow'r to raise And sinks beneath the Pressure of Your Praise A Life like Yours a History does claim An ample Fabrick that may hold Your Fame Where an Immortal Pillar shou'd be Grav'd The Prince's y 'ave oblig'd and Kingdom 's sav'd And Lo for what can veil the Muse's Eyes I see methinks a fam'd Historian rise Impartial Great Elab'rate Learn'd and Wise One on whose Works the Graces all shall smile So just a Subject claims the justest Stile No other but the best of Pens shou'd show The Future Ages what the Present owe. To LEEDS and O too early from us torn That other God-like Man whose Loss we Mourn Your Glory will not less Illustrious shine To have His Name Immortal made with Thine He shall to the succeeding Times display How You both stood when hopeless of the Day Rescuing th' Rights that others did betray The Slaves that for Precarious Pow'r and Place To French Designs subject the British Race Born to be FREE and ne'er to be o'ercome But when by a brib'd S n te Sold at Home THE Mourning Swain A FUNERAL ECLOGUE ON THE Much Lamented DEATH Of the Right Honourable JAMES Earl of ABINGDON Menalcas Damon Alexis Menalcas HE Sinks he dies away Alexis Friend 'T is thy Menalcas calls some God descend And save the Swain from an untimely End Ha! he grows Paler still O Damon you Are come as you Prophetically knew The Aid I wish'd and what his Griefs wou'd do Damon I heard the broken Sobs and faul'tring Breath And Groans like those the Wretched give in Death What sad Occasion Menalcas Ask not yet our Grief But lend the Swooning Shepherd quick Relief Chafe chafe his Temples forward gently bow The Body this or nothing else will do Thô when his Spirits to their Seat return He lives to Grief and but revives to Mourn Damon What un-foreseen and sudden stroak of Fate Is this that Nature sinks beneath the Weight That Life retiring shuns th' unequal Fight And if it Conquers must o'ercome by Flight Men. The worst that cou'd the wretched Youth attend Bertudor's Dead his Master Patron Friend Bertudor than which yet a Worthier Name Was e'er took up or sounded off by Fame I brought him word the Noble Soul was flown And fear the fatal News has wing'd his Own Is this to be your Image cruel Pow'rs How are we Yours when with'ring Grass and Flow'rs Vapours and Bubbles are so truly Ours But see the Blood does to his Cheeks ascend And lab'ring Life returns How fares my Mourning Friend Alexis Again Do I yet draw this hated Breath And flying Life can be but mock'd with Death Will not the Partial