MEMENTO MORI
AN ELEGY On the Death of the Right Honourable JOHN Earl of RADNOR, Viscount Bodmin, and Baron of TRƲRO; &c. who Expir'd, July the 17th. 1685.
‘Moribus Antiquis Res stat
Romana Vires
(que)’
Enn apud
Cicer, in lib. 6.
de Rep.
SO falls an
Aged Oak, which
long hath stood,
The
Joy and
Glory of the
Humbler Wood;
Till with much
Toil and with much
Worship Sate,
It
measures Earth in
Service of the
State,
Either for
Shipwrack or some Noble
Fate.
What a
Carier of
Honour hast thou
run?
What
Wreaths each
Moment of thy
Life hast
wone?
Thy
Life, which, tho' extended out in
Length,
Was yet
hem'd with
Compactedness and
Strength?
No
Month, no
Day, no
Hour, no
Minute free
From
Thought and
Labour cou'd we find in thee.
Thy very
Recreations were
such,
We
thought them
Bus'ness, or full
worth as
much.
Yet still
Devotion and
Philosophy,
Had their
due Hours allotted 'em by
thee:
State-craft did ne'r barr-out
Divinity.
To this, th'
Hibernian Province sets
it's hand,
Which
Lord,
Leiutenant of
Ireland.
Thou with so much
Praise didst once
CommandThere, the Illustrious
Bards will thee rehearse,
To
After-ages in their
Noble Verse;
Relate thee with each
Grace and
Virtue fraught,
Serene thy
Looks, Serene thy
Life and
Thought;
With what
just Care thou didst the
Timon hold,
Neither too
Superstitious, nor too
Bold:
And when they've
said all which they can say
more,
The'yll
Curse their
Language scandalously
poor.
This will the
Laws Municipal attest,
Who
Thee their mighty
Conquerour confest:
That
Ocean, which others
Boundless find,
Was
Coasted all and
Fathom'd by thy
mind.
No
private Creek escap'd thy
watchful Eye,
But thou the
in-most Shores didst all
Espie,
Where undiscover'd
Golden-Worlds might lye.
Even
Senate-Precedents to thee did yield
A
Fruitful Prospect in a
Barren Field.
All this thou didst devoutly for the
Crown:
Thy
Loyal Deeds intirely were thine own.
No
base allay of Interest spoiled the
Coyn:
The
Royal Stamp grew in [thine
Heart] the
Mine.
From
Privy. Seal.
that
High Place thine
House no
Riches bore:Only
thy self were
wealthier than before,
In Conscious
Satisfaction good Store.
Farewell,
great man: And while our
Councils stand,
Their
Sense Collected by
Judicious hand,
Summ'd up with
Application, to attain
The
Sacred Judgment of the
Sovereign;
Then will our
God-like Princes think of
President of the Council.
Thee,
Vigour, Advantage, and
Humility,
And
Honour, thus, thy
Everlasting Memory.
FINIS.
This may be Printed,
R. L. S.
July
the 23th. 1685.
LONDON; Printed by E. Mallet, in Black-Horse-Alley in Fleet-street, near Fleet-Bridge, 1685.