AN
ELEGY
On the Death of the Right Honourable
JOHN Earl of RADNOR,
Viscount Bodmin, and Baron of TRURO; etc. who Expird, July the 17th. 1685.
Moribus Antiquis Res stat Romana Viresq; Enn apud Cicer. in lib. 6. de Rep.
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SO falls an Aged Oak, which long hath stood,
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The Joy and Glory of the Humbler Wood;
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Till with much Toil and with much Worship Sate,
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It measures Earth in Service of the State,
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Either for Shipwrack or some Noble Fate.
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What a Carier of Honour hast thou run?
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What Wreaths each Moment of thy Life hast wone?
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Thy Life, which, tho extended out in Length,
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Was yet hemd with Compactedness and Strength?
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No Month, no Day, no Hour, no Minute free
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From Thought and Labour coud we find in thee.
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Thy very Recreations were such,
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We thought them Busness, or full worth as much.
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Yet still Devotion and Philosophy,
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Had their due Hours allotted em by thee:
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State-craft did ner barr-out Divinity.
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To this, th Hibernian Province sets its hand,
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Which *Thou with so much Praise didst once Command
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There, the Illustrious Bards will thee rehearse,
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To After-ages in their Noble Verse;
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Relate thee with each Grace and Virtue fraught,
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Serene thy Looks, Serene thy Life and Thought;
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With what just Care thou didst the Timon hold,
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Neither too Superstitious, nor too Bold:
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And when theyve said all which they can say more,
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Theyll Curse their Language scandalously poor.
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*Lord,
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Leiutenant
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of Ireland.
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This will the Laws Municipal attest,
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Who Thee their mighty Conquerour confest:
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That Ocean, which others Boundless find,
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Was Coasted all and Fathomd by thy mind.
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No private Creek escapd thy watchful Eye,
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But thou the in-most Shores didst all Espie,
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Where undiscoverd Golden-Worlds might lye.
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Even Senate-Precedents to thee did yield
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A Fruitful Prospect in a Barren Field.
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All this thou didst devoutly for the Crown:
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Thy Loyal Deeds intirely were thine own.
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No base allay of Interest spoiled the Coyn:
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The Royal Stamp grew in [thine Heart] the Mine.
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From * that High Place thine House no Riches bore:
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Only thyself wert wealthier than before,
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In Conscious Satisfaction good Store.
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Farewell, great man And while our Councils stand,
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Their Sense Collected by Judicious hand,
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Summd up with Application, to attain
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The Sacred Judgment of the Sovereign;
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Then will our God-like Princes think of *Thee,
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Vigour, Advantage, and Humility,
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And Honour, thus, thy Everlasting Memory.
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*Presi-
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dent of the
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Council.
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