%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> MINERVA's Check to the Author, / Attempting to write an ELEGY / Upon the Right Honourable and much to be Lamented / ROGER First Earl of ORRERY, / Who departed this Life at CASTLE-MARTER / in the County of CORK in IRELAND, / 16 Octobris Anno [1]679. B., T. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1680-1680 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/05/2012 32205

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R11569 THat News hath Wings, we ev'ry day do find, / And Ill doth ever leave the best behind: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 133353 MINERVA's Check to the Author, / Attempting to write an ELEGY / Upon the Right Honourable and much to be Lamented / ROGER First Earl of ORRERY, / Who departed this Life at CASTLE-MARTER / in the County of CORK in IRELAND, / 16 Octobris Anno [1]679. MINERVA's Check to the Author, Attempting to write an ELEGY Upon the Right Honourable and much to be Lamented ROGER First Earl of ORRERY, Who departed this Life at CASTLE-MARTER in the County of CORK in IRELAND, 16 Octobris Anno [1]679. MINERVA's Check to the Author, Attempting to write an ELEGY Upon the Right Honorable and much to be Lamented ROGER First Earl of ORRERY, Who departed this Life at CASTLEMARTYR in the County of CORK in IRELAND, 16 Octobris Anno 1679. B., T. 1680-1680 Rowland Reynolds

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THat News hath Wings, we evry day do find, And Ill doth ever leave the best behind: Admire not then the death of ORRERY, Renownd alls days, should in a moment flie. Both far and near the World to terrifie. At C[o]rk, at Dublin, London, and at Paris Too soont arrives, and ROME, but there neer tarries, Till at both Indies, or where eer more far is. Mongst the Worlds Treasuries, it there declare, Than any theirs, a Pearl more rich, more rare W have lost; thus ranging all the World about, Finds many zealous mournful Poets out: But still I thought the Muses triple Trine, And Learned Crew concernd, must have design Some Eagles Quill should make the worthy Pen, To write their Dictates on the best of Men; But chancd to view a mournful Elegy Upon his Death, enough to stupifie The Reader, whilst the Poet did invite Each Poetaster on him Distichs twrite. This Author took I for good warrant to it, To be as bold as any Errant Poet: But quick as Thought Minerva said in haste, Hold, hold, poor man! dont Time and Paper waste; He was my Foster Child, twas my good hap The Babe to dandle first upon my Lap, Who kindly took my Breasts, and throve so well, That in the Liberal Arts he did excell. Thy grovling Fancy, and too low pitchd Eye, Cannot reach up unto the Poets Skie: Be not like those that to shoot up are bold, At what their dazled sense cannot behold: Thine hand to th Stars thou mayst extend as well, As ORRERYs due praise conceive, or tell: His Noble Birth, Life, Death, is a fit Story, Reservd to Crown some Poet Laureats Glory: His Dust is Sacred, therefore do not dare The Muses Darling, and the Graces Dear, With thy rude Rhimes, devoid of Time and Measure, Once to prophane, (a Sacred Poets Treasure.) I blessd him young thus bove thy reach, and stature, Besides what Mars bestowd ons Noble Nature. Thou fain wouldst tell how th Graces still invite him Their Guest, when Mars doth cease texcite him Brighter in Arms, thans Arts ere-while to shine, In Gods ands Kings cause still defending thine.
His care to breed brave Horses thou wouldst write, In Peace for Pleasure, and in War for fight: Thou fain wouldst talk ons Victry at Knockny Clarshy, And give him (next to God) the God-a-mercy; While thousands yet alive would with thee say, His Prowess (under God) obtaind that Day But what is this to all that he hath done, To th Towns and Castles he by force hath won? Thoudst find an endless Task ont, to declare His Peaceful Virtues, ors exploits in War. In general terms I know thoudst praise thus far, Prudent in Counsel, prosperous in War: But home to speak his praise, and to descend Unto particulars, there were no end. Singly admire his prudence in the thing, So well contrivd that did restore the King, Whose constant Loyalty since th Restoration S a worthy pattern to th unstable Nation. Thou kenst not of the Knots, or the Meanders Of State-Intrigues, displayd mongst bold Commanders. Then lay thy Pen by, dont ith least Eclipse A Generals Glory by thy Pen, or Lips. Let England, Scotland, Ireland, mourning say, For threescore years and more enjoyd have they, In ORRERY an Atlas, lost this day. His deaths a loss unparalleld, the King A grave wise Counsellor, and most loving Subject hath lost, the Church a Gracious Son, The Realm a Peer, yea, and a Peerless one; The Court a Pillar, th Army a Commander Of high Conduct, as was great Alexander; The Countreys loss as great yea greater rather, In ORRERY is lost a most dear Father. Th hast company enough, who, than to mourn, Cant other glory add unto his Urn. I tell thee still thou needst not, canst not write Great ORRERYs due praise, who Shines too bright His Sacred Poems now but in the Press, Will speak his noble praise in fairer dress: His Wit and Worth were bove thy Ken or Story, Who therefores wrapt into immortal Glory. But cause thou hadst a mind to do thy best, Thou, with his Coat of Arms, a Mourner rest. Thou art forewarnd (she said.) Now farewell Friend. So ere I had begun, I made an END.
T.B. LONDON: Printed for Rowland Reynolds, at the Middle-Exchange in the Strand. 1680.