%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> AN ELEGIE / UPON / The most PIOUS and EMINENT, / Doctor JOHN HEWITT. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1658-1658 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 02/29/2016 34391

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R211087 NAture and Reason both do plainly show, / After an Ebb we must expect a Flow: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 AN ELEGIE / UPON / The most PIOUS and EMINENT, / Doctor JOHN HEWITT. AN ELEGIE UPON The most PIOUS and EMINENT, Doctor JOHN HEWITT. AN ELEGY UPON The most PIOUS and EMINENT, Doctor JOHN HEWITT. 1658-1658

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I. NAture and Reason both do plainly show, After an Ebb we must expect a Flow: Our late Experience makes this Maxime good, A Flood of Tears succeeds an Ebb of Blood. HEWITTs departure makes a Tempest rise, His ebbing Body left us flowing Eyes. II. Come then, my Muse, let's labour to distill Thorough the Limbeck of my mourning Quill Such hearty Tears, that truly may invite A Zealot to a perfect appetite Of Love and Pity; and let those that never Knew how to weep, now learn to weep forever. III. But stay, my Genius, will these captious Times Indure the touch of our Elegious Rimes Without a prejudice? Be therefore wise; This Age has reaching Ears, and searching Eyes: If thou offend'st, my Muse, be sure to borrow The priviledge to charge it on thy sorrow. IV. Since he is dead, report it thou, my Muse, Unto the World as Grief, and not as News. Hark how Religion sighs, the Pulpit grones, And Tears run trickling down the sensless stones! That Church which was all Ears, is now turn'd Eyes, The Mother weeps, and all her Children cries. V. Does Rachel mourn? Oh blame her not, for she Has lost her Darling in his Infancy! She looks upon it as a signal Cross, But knows that he has gained by her loss. She grieves, and hopes her griefs are understood, Her Children that suck'd Milk, may now suck Blood.
VI. But hark! there's something whispers in my ear, A Famine in Religion now grows near; Her Zeal-parch'd Corn hangs down it's drooping head, And turns to dirt, which might have prov'd good Bread. How sad it is, that Children must not eat: Religion will finde Mouthes, but where's the Meat? VII. Ah sanguine dayes! When such tall Cedars fall, Danger draws near, and threatens Shrubs and all. The sensless Ax, that nothing understood, Cut off his Life, and dy'd itself in Blood. When Troy was burnt, the neighb'ring Towns did stand Expecting then their doom was near at hand. VIII. 'Twas He, whose careful Zeal, and zealous Care Was alwayes lab'ring duly to prepare Religious Viands, that his Flock might be Not pamper'd, but well fed with Charity: But now, Ah now, he's willingly retir'd Where he'll be blest, as he was here admir'd! IX. Blest Soul! Since thy unhappy-happy Fate Hath so soon made thee more than fortunate, I will surcease my grief, and onely shed Some reall drops, onely because th'art dead. Nature, not Religion, makes us weep: Manners forbids a noise whilst friends do sleep. X. No more, my Muse, it is enough we know He is transplanted from this World below Unto a glorious Mansion, in whose Quire There is no fear of Plots, nor thoughts of Fire. That Court of Justice periods all his strife, And gives what here he lost; I mean, New Life.
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