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R36108 GO stop the swift-wing'd Moments in their flight, / Arrest the Envious Course of Day and Night; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 AN / ELEGY / ON THE / Death of the most Illustrious LORD, / THE / EARL of St. ALBANS: / Who Departed this Life the first Day of this Instant January, 1684. AN ELEGY ON THE Death of the most Illustrious LORD, THE EARL of St. ALBANS: Who Departed this Life the first Day of this Instant January, 1684. AN ELEGY ON THE Death of the most Illustrious LORD, THE EARL of St. ALBANS: Who Departed this Life the first Day of this Instant January, 1684. ?-? I. Deacon

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GO stop the swift-wing'd Moments in their flight, Arrest the Envious Course of Day and Night; Alas! it will not be, we strive in vain, Not all our Art can one poor Hour regain: TIME flyes in haste to meet Eternity, As Rivers to the Bosome of the Sea, There to be lost; nor can we bribe the stay Of the least Minute, to prolong the Day, Which is by Fate ordain'd to be our last, Without reverse, when once the Doom is past. For if there cou'd have been the least Reprieve To Mortal Breath, thou had'st been still alive; St. ALBANS still, had blest our wondring Eyes, Who now the Tyrant Death's pale Captive lies. Let us contemplate thee (brave Soul) and tho We cannot track the way which thou didst go In thy Celestial Journey, and our Heart Expansion want, to think what now thou art, How bright and wide thy Glories, yet we may Remember thee as thou wert in thy Clay; Great without Title, in thyself alone, A mighty Lord, thou stood'st oblieg'd to none But Heaven and thyself, for that great worth Which the propitious Stars that rul'd thy Birth Inspir'd into thy Noble Soul, and Thou Not wanting to thyself, did'st make it grow To such prodigious height, thou wast become So truly Glorious, that struck Envy Dumb. All Differences did in thy praise conspire, And ev'n thy Foes, if such cou'd be, admire Thy Noble Life, which like the constant Sun Did in the same Ecliptic always run Ever most loyal to the Royal Cause, Which from the Heaven of Heavens its Title draws; Where now thou liv'st, free'd from th'uncertain sport Of Time and Fortune, in the Starry Court, A Glorious Potentate; while we below, But fashion woes to mittigate our woe.
And now my sorrows follow thee, I tread The Milky way, and see the Snowy Head Of Atlas far below, while all the high- Swoln Buildings seem but Attoms to my eye; How small seems greatness here? how! not a span His Empire who commands the Ocean, Both that which boasts so much its mighty Ore, And th other wh[i]ch with Pearl hath pav'd its shore. Nor can it greater seem, when this great All, For which Men quarrel so, is but a Ball Cast down into the ayr, to sport the stars And all our general Ruines, mortal wars, Depopulated States, caus'd by their sway, And Mans so reverend wisdom but their play. By thee St. Albans living, we did learn The art of life, and by thy light discern The truth which Men dispute; but by thee Dead Wer taught upon the worlds gay pride to tread, And that way sooner Master it, than he To whom both Indies tributary be: Thus shall we gain by Death, while we Deplore His Fate, remembring how great and good St. Albans was, and yet but flesh and blood As we; how should the brave example move On kindled Souls, and lift us up above Low-thoughted Care of dull Mortality, Since, if as Good, we shall be Great as He. The EPITAPH. HAil! Sacred House, in which his Reliques Sleep, Blest Marble, give me leave t' approach and Weep: Unto thy Self, great Spirit, I will Repeat Thy Own brave STORY: till thy Self how Great Thou wert in M[i]nd's Empire, and how all Who Out-Live Thee, see but the FUNERAL Of Glory; and if yet some Vertuous be, They but the Apparitions are of Thee.
Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street, without New-Gate, 1684.