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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51430	A pindarick poem consecrated to the memory of his much honoured friend, William Fox Esquire. Who died of the fatal small pox April 12, 1680. In the 19th year of his age. Dedicated to his most afflicted parents the right honourable Sir Stephen Fox knight, one of the lords commissioners of the treasury, clerk of the green cloath, &c. and his most vertuous lady.	Maidwell, Lewis, 1650-1715.	1680 (1680)	Wing M284A; ESTC R217729	2,799	4

A PINDARICK POEM CONSECRATED To the Memory of his much Honoured Friend WILLIAM FOX Esquire WHO DIED Of the Fatal small Pox April 22 1680. In the 19th Year of his Age. Dedicated to his most afflicted Parents the Right Honourable Sir Stephen Fox Knight one of the Lords Commissioners of the Treasury Clerk of the Green Cloath c. and his most Vertuous Lady AH Sir they told me he was Dead To prepar'd Joys and endless Glories Fled Oh my Prophetick Fears The pointed news like Lightning pierc'd my Ears Too great to be reliev'd with Cries and Tears It quickly ran through every Part It lick'd up Life in all my Veins It shot new Tortures and new Pains And like cold Death surpriz'd my trembling Heart At length my struggling Griefs their ●ilence Broke And in their Pangs with great submission Spoke Ah how dark to Humane Seise Are the mysterious ways of Providence Why should ill Man wast long and pleasant Lives Enjoy their Friends their Children and their Wives Who cause the Widdows Groans and Orphans Tears And live to count their Vices with their Years Whilst the young Man his great Creators Praise Fam'd for ripe Virtues in his greener Days By Strangers much caress'd and much Admir'd Much lov'd by all his Friends but more Desir'd Like some fair Flower soon Withers and Decaies Amongst ten thousand Weeds which thrive but Yield No Profit to the Master of the Field Though by the Bed the Pious Mother Rears Her pensive Soul upon the Wings of Prayers That gentle Heaven would grant him a Reprieve Alas in vain she rends the Skies No Prayers nor Tears can Life Retrieve For the good Youth grasps her dear Hand and Dies 2 How secretly Heaven manages Mankind And out of kindness keeps is Blind In all its penal Laws It gives th' Effect but veils the mighty Cause T is hard but punish'd Man must not complain Or if he does t is but in Vain For struggling doth but closer draw the Chain Hence 't is more easie as 't is Good In the sharp Torments of our Flesh and Blood To bear the stroaks with Patience and to Trust Those Dispensations though obscure yet Just Ah Madam let me first my pardon Crave Before I bring you to his Grave And on the hallow'd Tomb Express The Figure of your once great Happiness Then let your Grief find Ease and some Content To think your Son di'd Young and Innocent 3 Indeed he did afford a lovely Sc●ne Here pleasant Fields adorn'd with cheerful Green And early Flowers ollig'd the Eye With Natures primitive Simpicity There Artificial Currents did appear With Musick running and wi●h deepness Clear Which being cut with greatest Art and Toil Did beautifie the View and fat●en all the Soil From these fair Streams the fruitful Trees that Grew Upon the smiling Barks renew Their cheerful strength and as the Waters pass Rejoyce to see themselves within the liquid Glass A Rich fair Hill did ●●and hard by Climb'd up with ease by him though very High From whose larg Top he might as t were from Home Take a true Scheme of life to come Honours though distant seem'd ●o be at Hand Within his reach and ready at Command Beneath this Hill was drawn a Valley Low There the freshest Virtues Grow Humility and Condescention too 'T is there Mankind takes most Delight And best from it observes the Mountains Height 4 But whilst our Eyes were Blest With this kind Prospect Cruel Fate Demonstrated this Truth that small Content Ought to be plac'd in humane State For lo the Calm and Glorious day was Spent And the bright Sun soon hurry'd to the West Ah Fatal sight within my View The Croaking Raven to the Forrest Flew And after him the Screeching Owle With the Foreboding Jay Pitch'd on the Top of the unlucky Yew Whilst underneath the Rav'nous Wolf did Howl Desirous of its Prey Glad to behold the Conquest of the Day Now horrid Night came Marching up apace And with black fumes infected all the Place How quickly all things chang'd seem'd Flat and Dead In Hast each Form retir'd each Beauty Fled And the delightfull Landskip Vanished Then Groans and Shreeks were heard and Showers of Rain Descending feircely down Wash'd all the Neighb'ring Plain 5 T was a sad change And as my Grief 's are True Pray Madam let me weep with You. If I forget Thee my much Honour'd Friend Till life worn out shall reach it s desir'd End Oh! may no real Friend of Mine So much my worldly good Design As thou didst freely Vow to be A faithfull profitable Friend to Me. For which kind promise Dear and Generou● Youth As I am sure thy words were born of Truth So I will gratefully remember Thee Often with Silent steps I 'le come To vent my Grief at thy sad Tomb Thy Bodies second Womb But chiefly on that Lamentable Day When thy chast Soul made hast away I will my Melancholy Sonnets Sing And scatter there my Flow'ry Offering Thy Grave like Thee shall imitate the Spring On thy beloved Relicks I will Strew The blushing Rose and Violet Blew Thee Hyacinth and thee Narcissus Too For once he was more sweet and fresh than You. 6 As for thy Soul t is now at Re●t Happy with Saints with Angels Blest Freed by thy new Immortal Birth From that allay of our Contagious Ear●h Safe from the world and ●●l its Snares From its light joys and hea●y cares From painted Sepulchers and Gilded Pills From Smooth beginnings and their f●al Ills. Nay Heaven was kind to call Thee h●me so Soon And lodge thee in thy Inn before t was Noon Else hadst thou ventur'd on thy danger●us Way In a long Journey and the heat of Da● Though thou as yet wert very cool and Pure Yet who on earth can be Se●ure Perhaps some Malady had seiz'd thy S●ul Perhaps had pitted it and made it Foul Or else some Thief joyning himself to Thee Under pretence of Fatal Company Perhaps had lead thy better sence astray And made at last thy Innocence a Prey 7 But now henceforth for ever Young Ever Powerful ever Strong Ever Vertuous and secure of Bliss With such Companions as thy Brother Daphnis is Daphnis than whom none is more Gay or bright Amongst the fair Inhabitants of Light The Joyful Daphnis clap● d his Wings and Said But spake it with a Smile Brother t is well our Parents call us Dead And that you staid behind so short a While Like me on Earth you dwelt without its Crimes But Heaven in mercy took you Home To rescue you from Sins of Present Times And from the Punishmen of those to Come Here we enjoy Eternal Health Eternal peace Eternal Wealth Hither our Parents ev'ry Day make Hast And Hither all good Friends on Earth shall come at Last 8 Ah ye Blest Immortal Pare Most blest because ye dwell together there Look down and if you c●n with Pity Know The wretched state of Morals here below Behold how ev'ry Age does run Driv'n by peculiar Vice to be undone Head-long into it own Confusion This Young-man gives his heart to loose Desires And burns it up to Dross in lawless Fires That with his Wine pow'● out his precious Day Drown's his Estate and wishes Health away Ambition grants Mans middle Age no Rest The Viper always gnaws his Ulcer'd Brest For a false fame he will his soul Ensnare Come short of Heaven for Castles in the Air. But miserable Old age catches Hold On the lov'd Canvass to ado●e its Gold On useless Wealth the broodin● Miser lies Turn'd into native Earth bef●re he Dies Therefore the longer Man ad●ances Age He does but change his Vice and tread another Stage Hence old and conscious Sin●ers fear to die For gross Souls clog'd with Ea●th can never Fly Or their short wings grow weary and can't move To the high Palace of the Pu●e Above But flutter in the lower Regions of the Sky L. MAIDWELL