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COme hither You who the fair Sex reproach, / And barely rail at what you can't debauch, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 335 A FUNERAL / ELEGY / On the much Lamented Death of the Honourable Countess of Antrim. / who departed this Life, at her late dwelling House in Dawson-Street on / Friday March the 18th. 1736-7, A FUNERAL ELEGY On the much Lamented Death of the Honourable Countess of Antrim. who departed this Life, at her late dwelling House in Dawson-Street on Friday March the 18th. 1736-7, A FUNERAL ELEGY On the much Lamented Death of the Honorable Countess of Antrim. who departed this Life, at her late dwelling House in Dawson Street on Friday March the 18th. 1736-7, ?-?

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COme hither You who the fair Sex reproach, And basely rail at what you cant debauch, That in loose Satyr tell us of their Crimes, And say they are the grievance of the Times; Come hither all, while, in sad Funeral Verse, The Countesss Immortal Vertues I reherse, That you may see how very much you err, Repent, and learn how to be good in her. Evn in her Youth her early worth did show, To what a vast proportion it woud grow, When Faith had taught her all she was to know; On whose strong Wings she oft to Heavn woud flee, And by it find what can, what cannot be, Better than all their vain Philosophy. Charming her Form, and matchless was her Mind, At least twas something above Woman kind. Trace her through all the Series of her Life, Youl find her free from Envy, Hate and Strife; A Duteous Child, and then a Vertuous Wife, Oh! could my Muse describe the glorious Saint! Her pure Devotion in the Temple Paint! Tell me, ye holy Men that waited there, Was it not Heavn to see your Countess at Prayr! Did not officious Angels from on high, Descend, and waft each Accent to the Sky? And when she took the Eucharistick Feast, Did not Seraphick Beams Her radiant Head invest? Oh! Antrims Countess, could not these Virtues save, From cruel Death and the destructive Grave? Could not out Prayrs the fatal Stroke prevent, And force the barbrous Tyrant to relent? In vain were Prayrs, in vain all human Aid, In vain was Virtue, Virtues Self fell dead, And in our Glorious Countess the bright Astrea fled. EPITAPH.
YE beauteous Virgins that in moving Strains, Were used to Sing her Vertues on the Plains, Ye Shepherds too, who out of pious Care, Taught evry Tree ANTRIMs Name to wear; Your rual Sports and Garlands lay aside, This is no time for ornamental Pride But bring, oh! bring the Treasure of your Fields That short-livd Wealth which unbid Nature yields
The Morning Hyacinth inscribd with Woe, The beauteous Lillies that in Valleys grow, And all the Flowers that scatterd up and down, Or humble Mead or lofty Mountains crown; Then gently throw them all upon her Herse; To these join lasting Bays and living Verse, Mourn, drooping Ireland mourn from Shore to Shore, Thy best beloved Countess is no more.
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