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B04435 On the death of his Grace John Duke of Rothes, Lord High Chancellor of Scotland, &c. Elegie. Murray, Mungo, 17th cent. 1681 (1681) Wing M3109; ESTC R180800 720 1

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ON the Death of his Grace JOHN DUKE of ROTHES LORD High CHANCELLOUR of SCOTLAND c. ELEGIE ISRAEL for Moses fourty days did Mourn Our Joy to Grief twice fourty days may turn Scotlands Conductor ROTHES Wise and Brave Ah! now Himself Conducted is to Grave ROTHES did Rule our Helm in Storms and Grace The Halcyon Calmness of our Oceans Peace Dread Comet ah too dreadful not in vain Fatal to Albions Pole and Charles his Wain Judicious DVKE able to quench all Jarrs On which may rise Uncivil Civil Warrs Most prudent States-man Sage to Reconceal Knowing thy Kings Will was the Kingdoms Well In Court in Camp in City Field or Town Worthy to bear a Batton or a Gown No Fate could make thy Loyalty relent Nor Bondage of thy long Imprisonment Give Thou then Griev'd it was that then the while Thou could not Serve thy Master in Exyle Yet there Thy Thoughts and Corrospondence too Acted the most a Prisoner could do Yet never Winter made of Summer more Joyful to Thee when Heavens did Him Restore And made Thy Self after a long Restraint A Vig'rous and most Active Instrument For which Thou didst Thy Monarchs Love Inherit The due Reward of Thy Desert and Merit A Love most Firm and Great to be Admir'd But Chang'd to Sorrow since Thy Breath expyr'd Great DVKE Lord Chancellour Gen'ral Thesaurer His Majesties most High Commissioner What Greatness could Thou Want Thy King could Give Who only in Thy Destiny did Grieve He Could not also give Thee long to Live Yet since Heavens Doom no Flesh from Death reprives Thou' rt Mourn'd by Scotlands Representatives Thy Death makes York our High Commissioner Sad He even more High then ere our Nation had To Pen Thy Praise exceeds all Poets Skill And does require Apollo's Choisest Quill Sure then Thy Name great Honour does obtain To whom the Highest Praises are but Mean Then Blest are You Coelestial Minds that move Uncessantly the Spacious Orbs Above For if Your Toyl prove Irksome You may Rest And Trust Your work to this New Heavenly Guest M. M.