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R27317 IT is Decreed by Fate's unchanging Doom, / (For Fate will to no Composition come) Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 133231 AN ELEGY / On the DEATH of / Sir EDMOND SAUNDERS, / LATE / Lord Chief Justice of England. / Who died the 19th of June, 1683. AN ELEGY On the DEATH of Sir EDMOND SAUNDERS, LATE Lord Chief Justice of England. Who died the 19th of June, 1683. AN ELEGY On the DEATH of Sir EDMOND SAUNDERS, LATE Lord Chief Justice of England. Who died the 19th of June, 1683. 1683-1683 J. Norris

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IT is Decreed by Fates unchanging Doom, (For Fate will to no Composition come) That evry Head must visit the Cold Tomb. Tis Natures Universal Law, that all To their first Principles at length must fall; But yet we are allowd to vent our Grief For the Deserving Dead, and seek Relief In flowing Tears, and, as we can, Repair The Breach that Death hath made upon us here, When Saunders dyd. But oh! a loss so vastly great, That it seemd wanting only to compleat The Measure of our Sorrows, which of late Have had so many Subjects, from sad Fate. Brave Men apace forsake th Unworthy Earth, Which seems now teeming with some monstrous Birth. Sedition sings now this Great Man is gone, But thy vain Mirth will not continue long: For other Saunderss will the Dead succeed. And then, most curst Sedition, thou must bleed. His great Example should be set to show And teach succeeding Ages what to do. Loyal and bold throughout his Active Life, His Duty and his Interest nere at strife; But What the one did seriously advise With that the other heartily complies; And, mark the end, see how he glorious dyes! His Honours fresh and green upon his Head, Still Live, and ever shall, though he is Dead: Death may the Body into Ashes turn, But his high Virtue shall out-live his Urn. His Merit Raisd him to this high Degree; For Prince and People none more fit than He. That understood the Kings most rightful Power, And therefore thought all Subjects justly lower. Nor threats nor Flatteries on him prevail, To set his Conscience wickedly to sale.
He was too Great and Good to serve a Cause Against his Reason, Sense, and Nations Laws, Large Knowledge always keeps its Owners tight In worst of Times, whilst every blast does fright Unthinking Ignorance, and shocks it quite. Our Noble Saunders to his Parts had joynd All that might make his Generous Soul Refind. Deep insight in the Mysteries of the Law, From whence he did such wholsom-Counsels draw For all the Nations Peace, who owe to him Both present Blessings, and the future time. Not every day such Men as he are born, How ought we therefore such a Loss to mourn. Justice herself should put black Sables on. Ye Learned of the Law, who best can tell How much Great Saunders did the most excell In your most noble Faculty; So hard To be orecome, Had he not bravely dard; Not daunted with the hardships of the way, He urgd his steady course, and gaind the Day. Bestow some Tears upon the mournful Herse That may attone for this unhallowd Verse. For how can Numbers flow, with easie grace When Sorrow has all ore possessd their place. Some better Bard shall rise in better times. And sing thy Noble Praise in shining Lines. Thy Name shall never dye, whilst Virtue lives Thy Memory Eternally survives.
EPITAPH. SAunders the Great and Just, lies here, Who was to King and People dear; For Knowledge in the Laws, Renownd, With Honour due his Worth was crownd: But, loe, he dies! theres nought can save From Rage of the Devouring Grave. LONDON, Printed for J. Norris, at the Kings Arms without Temple-Bar. 1683.