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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03197	An elegy on the death of Sir Nathanael Hern, Kt. An eminent alderman of the city of London, who dyed on Saturday, the 16th of this instant August, 1679.		1679 (1679)	Wing E383; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[70]; ESTC R36078	1,820	1

AN ELEGY On the DEATH of Sir NATHANAEL HERN K t. An Eminent ALDERMAN of the City of LONDON who Dyed on Saturday the 16 th of this instant August 1679. TRiumph all you triumph who never see Without a triumph falling Gallantry Behold these Corps and triumph Let some go Through France to Rome and in their journy show How we do weep and what doth cause our Woe Let them report how we do here Lament At their Success while yet they 'r innocent How Death doth list himself while they stand by Veiwing him championing for Popery He doth their Stabs and Poisons supersede They may confine their Daggers have no need To sharpen Poisons to make Patriots bleed Their work is taken from their hand and they See England falling whilst themselves may play Their Engines are reliev'd by him whose Course Steals on disdaining Vigilance and Force No Guards surprize his Art no Courts condemn The Malice that Kills us and Kills for them Since Fraud and Violence betray'd and slew Godfrey that word we may now well endow With Power to speak forth what is great and true Since he was so devour'd by that fell thirst And so devour'd because he met it first England I think ne're summon'd was to Tears By an Allarm that so expresly bears All Characters of Grief upon its Air As this which now breaks in and strikes our Ear. My Memory doth not rebuke my Tongue I think no other can object 't is wrong Oh then Let none appear in any face Which would not well become that solemn Place In which that Body lies which not long since As urgently did challenge Reverence As it now calls for Grief it loud doth call It is the Relict of that manly Soul Which Worth fil'd up and greatn'd it broke forth In all his Acts they Dictates were of Worth This did inform his Soul inform his Place And did adjust him to his Sphere this Grace Mov'd in his works in an Heroic Pace Like some good Angel managing his Feet To Paths where Honour his Approach did greet He to this Conduct did Obedience pay Allways did ask always did tread this way Or rather in this Path his Mansion rear'd And being once planted allways here appear'd Did you find him this way your Eys you steerd Yet Honour he ne're woo'd but did espouse Virtue and Honour waited in itts House It saw and praisd him for he never stray'd From his chast Vows this he lov'd this him sway'd Reflect all you whose Converse made him yours I 'le not add Fuel to his Kindreds Grief May Heaven unto it lend its sweet Reliefe Collect pronounce what my Report secures I 'me sure the Store is great from whence you may Call Proofs t' attest my Truth his Gallantry You know his Speech which Privacy conceal'd For what was Public Fame to all reveal'd You saw high Excellence it self display Seeing his Mind in his words ope its way This deckt his Speech with a most constant Ray. You were led to that Closet where did stand The wonderful Effects of Virtues Hand You saw admir'd what your Eys did fill The noble Products of Celestial skill No darkning Tincture of ought base or ill You knew him to condole his Country's woe In his large Prospect veiwing Blood to flow Bound for our Coast in a tumultuous Throe He greiv'd to see Unfaithfulness in th' Arms Which should defend his Dear Prince from the harms He did incur when he for us stem'd storms He saw Darts pointed towards his Back whilst Zeal For England's good enjoy'd his Face to dwell There where the Breach was making on our Weal He startled at this sight made Heaven to hear The sad Resentments started by his Fear You that do know these things Proclaim 'em all Let London see what fell when he did fall Pourtray him to the Age which wants him still And let it see what will upbraid its Ill. Sow these Relations with unwearyed Hands Labour to cultivate our Barren Lands Reverse this great Mortality of Faith Enliven Vertues Ashes with your Breath Dear GOD which do'st his worth Remand and Crown Redeem ours from its dark Oppression Tho Sowr'd by Sin let it retrieve its loss Let it heave off its dull inveterate dross Let it so sparkle forth that Papists may Find their Eyes dazled when they aim at Prey And may Return to Rome and there Declare And Curse HERN'S Last Breath which Perfum'd our Air. If we dont thus Improve his Loss e're long You 'l hear a Shaftsbury or Player 's gone All Manhood will renounce our Land and then Owls Dragons Satyrs will make it their Scene You do beat off your Guards your hands disown And your selves Prostrate to Destruction You Bind your selves and on the Altar lay Your Rights and Importune the Fatal day Clearing before-hand him that shall you slay Who then takes up the Standard which HERN bore To face outragious Vices Swelling Power If all that can't blame HERN'S Life would agree To follow it this present Age would see The Dirt clear'd the next wonder at the stream's Purity How great a Beauty will our Land put on Would 't not forstal the Conflagration FINIS