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R21848 BLest Sandwich! Earth's envy! Heaven's delight! / Whom the Gods honoured to die in Fight! Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 133285 The Glory of Dying in WAR: / WITH / A particular Application to the Death / OF THE / Late EARL of SANDWICH. The Glory of Dying in WAR: WITH A particular Application to the Death OF THE Late EARL of SANDWICH. The Glory of Dying in WAR: WITH A particular Application to the Death OF THE Late EARL of SANDWICH. 1672-1672 J.C.

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BLest Sandwich! Earths envy! Heavens delight! Whom the Gods honoured to die in Fight! A Glory far beyond the powr of Verse; Only, for Mars, and Cannons, to rehearse. Tis Natures pride; Virtues reward; a Bliss Would make the Angels slight their happiness, And Court this Death; Maugre the blinde mistake Of vulgar sprits, and those lean Souls, who make It terrible; chusing rather to go Ten years tormented with a Gouty Toe, Or war against a Cough, their loathing tongues Spitting the filth, out of their conquerd lungs: Or else their Corpse, with Salves and Sear-Cloths please; Live rotten Monuments of their disease; And carry pale-facd Death about to show, Making a Grave, and stink, where ere they go. Whilst thou, Great Sandwich, madst a Nobler choice, Not to be praisd enough by humane voice. Who in defence of King and Country did, Have ever hitherto been Deifid. The sharpest Teeth of Time could never skar The Glory of a man was killd i th War. If Advocates gain honour by a Cause Concerning Trespass in the Common-Laws; What merits he, who pleads with dint of Sword? And may be killd, or kill at every word: Who speaks with Lightning and with dreadful Thunder, Making the Earth to shake, all Mortals wonder: By whose success, Kingdoms or fall, or stand, Has the fortune of Princes in his hand; Nay, the worship of the Gods! nay, the lives Of ourselves, our servants, children and wives. In this Concern stout Sandwich bravely stood, Until he floated in a Sea of Blood: Repelld the fury of the Hogen Might; Shiverd their Valour, banishd em the Fight: And then to make his Victory compleat, The Heavens stoopd and took him from the Fleet, Leaving his Body on the gentle Bed Of Neptune, where the Sea-gods honoured
His Herse, and with the Glories of the Main Conducted it to shore; when with a Train Of Honours it was met, and in great State Placed amongst the Gods o th Second Rate. Thus whilst his Corpse insults with Royal love, His Soul is led in Triumph by Great Jove. Heaven and Earth do both conspire to build Trophies unto the man that dies i th Field. Now come, ye curst Diseases, that have led Your Captive Coward to his dying Bed; Shew me what ease, what comfort you afford The Proselyte you gained from the Sword. Tis true, you give a little time; for what? To make him feel his grief, or lye and rot: A Cap, a Doctor, and a tender Nurse; And so you plague his Body with his Purse: Ye put him on a Rack; he nere confest, Nor yet by flatteries, your Death was best. Tell me, sick Clay, what Honour, what Renown It is to die upon a Bed of Down? No, no; the way to Glory doth not lye Thorough the pangs of a sad Malady: Not he who is a Slave to Death, and stands Ready to serve her Messengers Commands; Submits to every disease, and falls, When ere a petty Cold, or Fever calls: That mans a man of life, and valour, can Bid Death stand off; and when he please, come on; That, for his Countries sake, dares single meet All the Death-Heads o th Hogen Mogen Fleet! Make Death serve him, in killing others, then Commands it to return to him agen; And lift him from this doleful Vale of Tears, (Without the help of Sickness, or of Years) Unto Eternal Joy, and Bliss, and Glory, Where Angels love to Chant, and tell his Story. Thus did, thus livd, thus did, admird by all; SANDWICH the Great, and Valiant Admiral.
London: Printed by J.C. 1672.