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R37746 D. NO Roring Christmas shalt Thou keep, now Rore / Bold Wit! W. Oh! oh! Hhohh! Well! I'le cry no more, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 489487 A / DIALOGUE / Between / DEATH / AND / Doctor ROBERT WYLD, / Who Dyed lately of an APOPLEXY. A DIALOGUE Between DEATH AND Doctor ROBERT WYLD, Who Dyed lately of an APOPLEXY. A DIALOGUE Between DEATH AND Doctor ROBERT WILD, Who Died lately of an APOPLEXY. 1679-1679

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D. NO Roring Christmas shalt Thou keep, now Rore Bold Wit! W. Oh! oh! Hhohh! Well! Ile cry no more, Alas, it is for Thee, not Me, to Rore. A Deadly Blow! But wheres thy Sting? There lies The King of Terrors cowd out! In Sacrifice (An Eucharist) Lord, take this Soul to Thee, By Death Thou hast slain Death, Redeemed Me. Grave, take the Carcass, at the reckning Day With Interest the Principal repay. Take Worms meat (theyl scarce lick the punched Face,) Bringt up in Glory, though sown in Disgrace, In never-fading Beauty it shall rise, And be transplanted int yon Paradise.) Theyl Digg the Kernels out (the Eyes) Digg on! One Breakfast makes the Head a Skeleton. Theyl tease the Hands, and Toes, and Paunch (their Fence) Intolerable Pains, have numbd all Sense. Twas not Seer Sheldon, when he turnd Me out, Did Me perplex; no, it was Bishop Gout. Death did me vex and terrifie much less, Ile now be gone out of his Diocess. I con you Thanks. Bish. Gout proceeded on, You granted me a Prohibition. Adieu, my Lord. D. Im but a Pursivant, To th Court you to conduct, by Heaven sent. W. I livd a Martyr all my Dayes, now I, In flaming Spices, like a Phoenix, Dy. My Heart bleeds for the Church and State, I faint, Take of my Cordial, Surviving Saint. Proud Babel Reels, it Totters, it will Fall, As sure as Lambeth stands against White-Hall. Come Seraphims, and bear this Soul above, Impatient to see her Vines, her Love. One Stroke, with all the Clusters, Lopd the Vine, One chopd off Love. Ha, ha! their Lot is Mine. They were so quick at Work, their Masters Voice Soon calld them off; Into your Masters Joyes. More Blessed Sight Ile see, (Twill satisfie) The Glorious, Ever-blessed Trinity. Whom I Adord and Lovd sometimes, Him I For evr will Love, Admire, and Glorifie; So, so, Ill spend a Blest Eternity, In everlasting Love, Delights and Joy. Hal--Le--Lu--Jah. Alas! Poor Scholar, hast thou felt the Stroke Of matchless Death? Are all thine Heart-strings broke? Whol sing thine Iter Empyraeum? I After thy Blood-suck send this Hue and Cry.
Great Wyld is slain! Slain! Let this Shreek fly round Till Hills, and Dales, and Rocks, and Shores rebound, Unto Pale Pyrene, and from thence go on Over Parnassus unto Helicon. Raise up the sluggish Sisters, Three times Three, In Lamentations Drop one Elegie. Streams Ever-flowing from each Muses Eye May Spring a Fountain, now their Well is Dry. Tagus and Ganges will astonishd be, And all th Antipodes as well as We. Who slew the Muses Darling, of Mankind The Choice Delights? Search out until you find. Who wast killd the Divine? Who slew the Poet? Eccho. Eat! What Nimble Chaps, what Cormorant was he Could eat up Wyld? Might not he poysond be? Who poysond Wild? Wakeman with all his Main Could not get Sacred Charles out of his Wain. He pawnd his Skill, though Justice might not spy, A Plaister to the Fist affects the Eye. Twas Death (that Jesuit) so greedy grown It chapt up Robert, and let George alone. Romes Emissary Leeches, so fine bred, Wont touch Posteriors, they chap at th Head. AN EPITAPH. HEre lies Poor Robin, most enriched one With Natures Dowre, Graces large Portion. Nature brought Reason, Prudence, Eloquence, And Magnanimity, Munificence, Courage and Constancy, and Matchless Wit. Grace Him adornd with Faith, and Hope, and Love, That Saints below he might excell, above With Patience, in none admired more; Nature and Grace on him laid out their Store. Romes Plot to strangle Justice in Godfrey, Hells was; in Wild, to choak Divinity. Here lies the Poet, here lies Poetry, Heres the Divine, here lies Divinity. Ah Fools! an inexhausted Spring doth Lye, Justice in Charles, in God, Theology.
London, Printed in the Year 1679.