An epitaph upon Thomas, late Lord Fairfax written by a person of honour.
         Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.
      
       
         
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             An epitaph upon Thomas, late Lord Fairfax written by a person of honour.
             Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.
          
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             s.n.,
             [London? :
             1680?]
          
           
             Written by George Villiers. Cf. Halkett & Laing (2nd ed.).
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           Fairfax, Thomas Fairfax, -- Baron, 1612-1671 -- Poetry.
           Broadsides -- England -- 17th century.
        
      
    
     
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           AN
           EPITAPH
           UPON
           THOMAS
           Late
           LORD
           FAIRFAX
           .
        
         
           Written
           by
           a
           Person
           of
           HONOUR
           .
        
         
           
             1.
             
          
           
             
               Under
               this
               Stone
               doth
               lye
            
             
               One
               Born
               for
               Victory
               .
            
          
           
             
               FAirfax
               the
               Valiant
               ,
               and
               the
               only
               he
               ,
            
             
               Who
               e're
               for
               that
               alone
               a
               Conquerour
               would
               be
               .
            
             
               Both
               Sexes
               Virtues
               were
               in
               him
               combin'd
               ,
            
             
               He
               had
               the
               fierceness
               of
               the
               manliest
               mind
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               meekness
               too
               of
               Woman-kind
               .
            
             
               He
               never
               knew
               what
               Envy
               was
               ,
               or
               Hate
               ;
            
             
               His
               Soul
               was
               fill'd
               with
               Worth
               and
               Honesty
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               another
               thing
               quite
               out
               of
               Date
               ,
            
             
               Call'd
               Modesty
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             2.
             
          
           
             He
             ne're
             seem'd
             Impudent
             but
             in
             the
             Field
             ,
             a
             place
          
           
             Where
             Impudence
             it self
             dares
             seldom
             shew
             its
             Face
             .
          
           
             Had
             any
             Stranger
             spy'd
             him
             in
             a
             Room
          
           
             With
             some
             of
             those
             he
             had
             Overcome
             ,
          
           
             And
             had
             not
             heard
             their
             Talk
             ,
             but
             only
             seen
          
           
             Their
             Gestures
             and
             their
             Meen
             ,
          
           
             They
             would
             have
             sworn
             he
             had
             the
             Vanquish'd
             been
             .
          
           
             For
             as
             they
             brag'd
             ,
             and
             dreadful
             would
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             they
             their
             own
             ill
             luck
             in
             War
             repeated
             ,
          
           
             His
             Modesty
             still
             made
             him
             blush
             to
             hear
          
           
             How
             often
             he
             had
             them
             defeated
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             3.
             
          
           
             Through
             his
             whole
             Life
             the
             part
             he
             bore
          
           
             Was
             wonderful
             and
             great
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             it
             so
             appear'd
             in
             nothing
             more
             ,
          
           
             Than
             in
             his
             Private
             last
             Retreat
             :
          
           
             For
             't
             is
             a
             stranger
             thing
             to
             find
          
           
             One
             Man
             of
             such
             a
             Glorious
             mind
             ,
          
           
             As
             can
             despise
             the
             Power
             he
             has
             got
             ,
          
           
             Than
             Millions
             of
             the
             Sots
             and
             Braves
             ,
          
           
             Those
             despicable
             Fools
             and
             Knaves
             ,
          
           
             Who
             such
             a
             pudder
             make
             ,
          
           
             Through
             dulness
             and
             mistake
             ,
          
           
             In
             seeking
             after
             Power
             ,
             and
             get
             it
             not
             .
          
        
         
           
             4.
             
          
           
             When
             all
             the
             Nation
             he
             had
             won
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             expence
             of
             Blood
             had
             bought
          
           
             Store
             great
             enough
             he
             thought
          
           
             Of
             Fame
             and
             of
             Renown
             ,
          
           
             He
             then
             his
             Arms
             laid
             down
             ,
          
           
             With
             full
             as
             little
             Pride
          
           
             As
             if
             he
             had
             been
             of
             the
             Enemy's
             side
             ,
          
           
             Or
             one
             of
             them
             could
             do
             that
             were
             undone
             .
          
           
             He
             neither
             Wealth
             nor
             Places
             sought
             ,
          
           
             For
             others
             ,
             not
             himself
             he
             fought
             ;
          
           
             He
             was
             content
             to
             know
             ,
          
           
             For
             he
             had
             found
             it
             so
             ,
          
           
             That
             when
             he
             pleas'd
             to
             Conquer
             ,
             he
             was
             able
             ,
          
           
             And
             leave
             the
             Spoil
             and
             Plunder
             to
             the
             Rabble
             .
          
           
             He
             might
             have
             been
             a
             King
             ,
          
           
             But
             yet
             he
             understood
          
           
             How
             much
             it
             is
             a
             meaner
             thing
          
           
             To
             be
             unjustly
             Great
             ,
             than
             Honourably
             good
             .
          
        
         
           
             5.
             
          
           
             This
             from
             the
             World
             did
             Admiration
             draw
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             his
             Friends
             both
             Love
             and
             awe
             :
          
           
             Remembring
             what
             he
             did
             in
             Fight
             before
             .
          
           
             His
             Foes
             lov'd
             him
             too
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             were
             bound
             to
             do
             ,
          
           
             Because
             he
             was
             Resolv'd
             to
             fight
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             So
             blest
             of
             all
             ,
             he
             dy'd
             ;
          
           
             But
             far
             more
             blest
             were
             we
             ,
          
           
             If
             we
             were
             sure
             to
             live
             till
             we
             could
             see
          
           
             A
             Man
             as
             great
             in
             War
             ,
             as
             Just
             in
             Peace
             as
             he
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .