MEMENTO MORI


AN ELEGY ON That Great Example of Heroick Valour The Right Honourable, Edvvard Earl of Sandvvich.

SHall Mercenary Pens Prostitute Verse,
To Guild with Flatteries each Trivial Hearse?
And strive in vain t' Imbalme some Silken Sot,
Whose Name deserves, soon as his Corps to Rot:
Shall useless men, whom Age, or Surfeits Slay,
Or just deserv'd Diseases sweep away,
Have Gaudy Tombs, and Epitaphs, that rise
In strange Impert'nent Plaudit's to the skies,
And Noble SANDWICH thus submit to Fate[?]
Without a Muse, his FAME to Celebrate;
Condoling in such Passionate Strains, till we
In our own Tears, be drown'd as well as HE.
He that in Honours Field, his Countries Cause
Did more, than Fancy can reach when it draws
The Acts of Hero's, and will henceforth shame
The brightest Glories of the Roman Name:
Who stood the Shock of all the Mogan Fleet,
And almost Single durst their numbers meet:
'Gainst whom he long maintain'd a doubtful fight,
Dispatching Hundreds to Eternal Night;
(Whose base Lives yet no Recompence afford,
Their blood's so thick it Blots a Noble Sword;)
Some Sunk to Rights, not able to abide
The fierce salutes He gave them each Broad-side:
Others stood off, their Hulks and Tackle tore,
And Decks o'reflow'd with Brandy & with Gore.
But Fate, that sometimes makes Vertue its slave,
And takes delight for to oppress the Brave,
Seeming at length with the Foe to Conspire,
Spight of Resistance, set his Ship on Fire:
Though he with Noble Resolution chose
Either to bring her Off, or his Life lose:
VVhen thick as Attoms Cannon Bullets flew
And all his men were kill'd, or else withdrew:
When stoutest rocks, that Tempests did out-brave
Trembled for fear, and duckt under a Wave:
When certain ruine on all sides drew near,
And Death in several Vizards did appear;
The cruel Elements seeming at strife,
VVhich of them first should rob him of his Life:
Had you but seen how Ʋnconcern'd he stood,
Flames over's Head, his Feet dabling in Blood;
In what a fearless and compos'd Estate
He brav'd the approach of the severest Fate;
And did at last from Death to Death Retire
Courting the Water, to avoid the Fire;
You would confess, such Courage ne'r can be
Enough bewail'd in griefs Hydrography.
And would you, Cruel Seas! destroy Him there
Whom rageing Fire, & Cannon-shot did spare?
By this Black deed henceforward you'l become
More odious for, than Mare Mortuum.
Kind Dolphines should methinks in Shoals appea [...]
And on their Backs him above VVater bear;
Or some new Island in his Rescue peep,
Rather than he should Perish in the Deep:
Could not the Winds to Countermand his death
with their whole Card of lungs, redeem his breath
No! 'tis decre'd, his Soul must leave her Clay,
And took at parting a contrary way
I'th Flames, Elias-like, that up ascends,
And to it every blessed Center tends:
VVhilst Sea-Nimphs ne'r Enamour'd so before
Doat on the Corps, and wast it to the Shore:
Knowing it ought, a Nobler Tomb to have,
Than the Imposthum'd Bubble of a VVave.
FINIS.

MEMENTO MORI[?]

London, Printed for Philip Brooksby.

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