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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03155	An elegy on that famous oracle of law, and unbias'd dispenser of justice, the most learned and no less religious Sr. Matthew Hale, Kt. The late lord chief justice of England, who departed this life on Christmas-day last, at his house in Atherly in Glocester-shire.		1677 (1677)	Wing E361; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[110]; ESTC R36173	1,537	1

AN ELEGY ON That famous ORACLE of LAW and unbiass'd Dispenser of JUSTICE the most Learned and no less Religious S R Matthew Hale K T. The late LORD Chief Justice of ENGLAND Who departed this Life on Christmas-day last at his House in Atherly in Glocester-shire GReat HALE a fortnight Dead and none Proclaim Our Loss in strains Immortal as his Name Has the late Frost Crampt all the Wits or Vice Congeal'd their Brains with a more fatal Ice Shall each small Miss usurp the Muses Arms And fill the Town with painted Celia's Charms Shall every Silken Fopp and trivial Herse Be double-daub'd with Mercenary Verse And such a Patriot unregarded dye Without the Tribute of an Elegy Ungrateful Age though Art pretend not to it Just Indignation sure may make a Poet Nor need we pray in Aid of Fancy here Where loftiest Praise does sober Truth appear For whosoe're indeed would do HALE Right Must History and not a Poem write He must draw Cato Solon Cicero The Ancient Sages and the Modern too He must Limn Spirits never tyr'd such parts As held in Fee th' whole Magazin of Arts He that would search all Glories of the Gown And Steps of all rais'd Servants of the Crown Shall n'ere find one Amongst that Glittering Store Whom Fortune aided less or Virtue more Who shall discover now those flourish't Sleights Which Lawyers offer for pretended Rights Who shall like Virgo in the Zodiack fit Between bold Leo and Just Libra sit Who at first opening of a Cause shall spye The Knot And that not Cut but well untye Who can dispatch so much so well so free From Fear from Favour Stain or Bribery You might the Sun out o th' Ecleptick hurl Unhinge from Natures Poles the tottering World Stop Primum Mobile sooner than wrest Or Divorce Justice from his Candid Brest Trace his Beginning when at first his Good In others Evil best was understood When being the Strangers help The Poor mans aid His Just defences made th' unjust afraid Th' unfriended's Patron The oppressed's shield The Fort of Truth untaught by Charms to yeild Such was his Progress that Integrity And Skill even then became Authority And Clients strove in Question of the Laws More for his Patronage than for their Cause Such too at last his Stand whilst he did deal Desired Justice to the Publick Weal Through all the Three High Courts of Common Law We saw him loud Applause and Wonder draw The Good to Cherish and the Bad to Awe Nor were his Courts alone but Readings where The Barr was Throng'd as much to Learn as Hear Council he did but Rectify not Bite Nor were men Checkt or Jested from their Right So Grave so mild his Judgments did appear As rais'd at once the Guilties Love and Fear Nor was his life less Glorious Bright and Clean In his Recess than on the publick Scene Surviving not his Honours though his place He left the Bench in Favour not Disgrace His King and Country serv'd a wise Retreat To serve his God renders his Course Compleat So like the Lamp of Heaven he possest The greatest Lustre hastning to his west Those few remaining Sands were wholly Given Peace to promote on Earth Glory to Heaven Though Envy oft on Virtue doth attend He forced Envy's self to be his friend Reading his works next Age may doubt Each Line With such bright rays of Piety doth shine Whether he was more Lawyer or Divine After the vast Turmoils of many years Unwearied Studies and Consuming Cares He now is gone Mounted on Angels wings To the Tribunal of the King of Kings Where Thron'd in Bliss has chang'd his Scarlet Gown For th' long white Robe and an eternal Crown EPITAPH WEep Reader weep for if we see Thy Fountains dry No man well be So kind to shed a Tear for Thee An upright Judges sacred Dust Committed to this Tomb-stones Trust Expects the Rising of the Just Join Learned Cook and Littleton And Twice Twelve more when all is done You scarce express this Sngle one Nay If you 'l ransack Earth and Skies For all that worth which good men prize Look no further Here it lies Then let us leave him to his Vrn And hope when Enoch shall return To see his LIKE But till then Mourn Licensed Roger L'estrange January 8th 1677. FINIS London Printed for Ben. Harris in Sweethings-Ally by the Royal Exchange 1677.