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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43486	An elegy, sacred to the memory of the high-born prince, Henry D. of Grafton, who dyed of his wounds at Cork, October 9th, 1690 in Pindarick verse / by Franc. Hext.	Hext, Francis, 1666-1729.	1690 (1690)	Wing H1658; ESTC R2984	1,994	7

AN ELEGY Sacred to the Memory OF THE High-Born Prince Henry D. of Grafton WHO Dyed of his WOUNDS at Cork October 9th 1690. In Pindarick Verse By Franc. Hext Hom. Iliad 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 LONDON Printed by T. M. and are to be Sold by Randal Taylor near Stationers-Hall 1690. AN ELEGY Sacred to the Memory OF THE High-Born Prince Henry D. of Grafton c. Stanza I. BEgone ye numerous Sons of Ptolomy Who would th' Effects of Planets know And all the Secrets which do flow From the Dark Source of deep Astrology We now do find by woful Consequence Ye 're but Pretenders to that mighty Art Since none to us cou'd our Great Loss impart By some Malignant Stars curst Influence Blush to Confusion since ye ne're could foresee That our Great Duke before Corks Fatal Walls By eagre Honour and Fates Envy drawn Should to th' Eternal Irish Jubilee A Sacrifice too pretious Fall This had ye shown We ' had kept him tho' unwilling far From Wat'ry Irelands Ruthful Shoar And so had baffl'd Fate and his Tyrannick Destiny II. Then our Mean Praise can no Addition bring To thy true Bullion worth But rather Cloud than Blazon forth Those Wonders which thy Royal Hand has done Yet 't is our Duty now to Moan And with Respectful Awe to come With our officious tho' unnecessary Epicedium Early thy budding Parts were shown When thou to Portugal was sent T' Adorn the Nuptials of that King A Select Cohort with Thee went Your Entrance to Renown and make your Grandeur known At the First View confounded stood The Royal Portugueze to see A Mor●●l so much imitate a GOD. In hast retir'd himself to free From the bright Rayes of Your too dazling Majesty III. To Malta next his Course he bent And whilst the Grafton cut the Azure Waves All the Croud of Pyrate Slaves Scudded in hast t' avoid their certain Fate Those Christian-Knights of th' Order went For to Congratulate His safe Arrival on their Shoar He t' Oblidge them Exercis'd his Men With such a Warlike Haughty Mein That they astonish'd stood to see our Discipline They had before In their Italian Authors read What our Great Fore-Fathers did But they suppos'd when they did dye Our Conquests with them hence did fly But this Great Action did retrieve Our ruin'd Credit from the Grave And made us seem Superiour to the Mighty Dead IV. When Poteus Politicians join'd with Rome Contriv'd the Downfal of our Church and Laws Then fir'd with Zeal for such a Cause Did he his Warlike Garb assume As th' Hercules that Hydra to destroy Who with her Phangs our Faith endeavour'd to Annoy This they fore-saw and sent an Irish Slave First Born of Hell t' Assassinate our Prince But Heavens kind Influence Did him from that Contingent Danger save And sent that Villain head-long to the Grave When the French Fleet did swagger in our Sea He boldly ventur'd ' mongst the Enemy Whilst others Fought too nigh the Shoar He grappled with them close and was himself the War V. As Marcus Brutus musing sate In his Pavillion on the War A dreadful Figure did appear Which was the Nuntius of his coming Fate He told him on Philippi's Plain He should behold his Form again But he did Dare the Malice of the Fiend Out of the Tent did the Pale Shadow send By his Contracted Brow and his Imperial Mein But too well to the Destin'd Place he came And led by Arbitrary Pow'r the Roman to Elysium So when our Duke a Royal Volunteer Before Corks Walls resolv'd to be The King of Terrors did appear And with him brought all his Artillery Bombs Hand-Granadoes Culverins Canons all The Murd'ring Ministers of Horrid War Then pointed to the Place where he should Fall And where to him a Visit he would pay He with a Look Elate did fright Grim Death away Whilst others on their supple Knees Fir'd their Charg'd Muskets from afar He stood erect defying Death and his Weak Enemies Death took the Hint secur'd him as his Prize But he long strove before he prov'd the Conquerour VI. It is the Practice of too Partial Fate Immoderate Vertue for to hate By long Experience she does find To Lop a Hero is to Massacre Mankind The Mobile-Souls whom Nature fram'd in vain Or onely to fill up her Train Live till Decrepit Age does come And carry them to their long Home But the Wise and truly Good And those that spring from Royal Blood Like early Flowers are nip't in th' Bud. We could of Vulgar Men great Numbers spare Who Slaves are to that Servile Passion Fear With these we'had gorg'd your Rav'nous Maw As Numberless as Curls upon the Sea Or as when o're the Lake impending lay The scatter'd Seraphim who dar'd to disobey Their Great Creator and their Confusion downward draw VII For Britains Glorious Sons of War make Room Who Pikes and shiver'd Lances bring Who shatter'd Colours Types of Victory Dear-bought from no Inglorious Enemy And as a pleasing Offering To their Great Hector's Name do fix them to his Tomb. You of the Female Sex that are Most Noble Virtuous and most Fair For he was Beauteous as a Fancyed God With flowing Eyes draw near T' assist the Pious Dutchess whose great Load Of Grief ineffable Her Beauties Cloud Could Weeping Eyes or falling Tears Or a Continual Form of Pray'rs From the Dark Grave our Hero free And once more Cloath Him with Mortality Her Grace so well does Heaven move For Her Dearest Royal Love With Her moist Tears and never-ceasing Cries That if 't were possible He would forsake his Native Skys FINIS