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         Paterson, Ninian, d. 1688.
      
       
         
           1685
        
      
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             On the death of his excellence General Dalziel of Binns, one of the members of His Majesties most honourable Privy Council. A funeral elegie. / N. P.
             Paterson, Ninian, d. 1688.
          
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             [Edinburgh? :
             1685]
          
           
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           Dalziel, Thomas d. 1685 -- Death and burial -- Poetry.
           Elegiac poetry, Scottish -- Early works to 1800.
           Broadsides -- Scotland -- 17th century
        
      
    
     
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           On
           the
           DEATH
           of
           His
           EXCELLENCE
           GENERAL
           DALȜIEL
           OF
           BINNS
           ,
           One
           of
           the
           Members
           of
           His
           MAJESTIES
           most
           Honourable
           Privy
           Council
           .
        
         
           A
           Funeral
           Elegie
           .
        
         
           THou
           Child
           of
           Sin
           and
           Fate
           ,
           who
           only
           can
        
         
           Measure
           the
           true
           Dimensions
           of
           a
           Man
           ,
        
         
           Who
           with
           impartial
           and
           triumphant
           Wings
        
         
           O'retakes
           the
           poor
           mans
           Flight
           as
           well
           as
           Kings
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           thy
           Martial
           All-controuling
           Drum
           ,
        
         
           Beats
           a
           cold
           March
           to
           the
           Eternal
           Home
           ,
        
         
           Tyrant
           o'r
           tyrants
           ,
           who
           ,
           with
           Fatal
           Force
           ,
        
         
           Betwixt
           the
           Soul
           and
           Body
           makes
           Divorce
           .
        
         
           No
           more
           thy
           Trophies
           boast
           ,
           thou
           here
           must
           yield
           ,
        
         
           Here
           's
           on
           thou
           could
           not
           Conquer
           in
           the
           Field
           ,
        
         
           Who
           ,
           spite
           of
           all
           the
           Forces
           him
           withstood
           ,
        
         
           Has
           div'd
           for
           Honour
           in
           a
           Sea
           of
           Blood.
        
         
           Who
           ,
           whersoe're
           he
           Fought
           ,
           or
           Seige
           did
           lay
           ,
        
         
           Honour
           and
           Conquest
           did
           their
           wings
           display
           .
        
         
           Whose
           Heart
           by
           night
           nor
           day
           did
           ever
           feel
        
         
           A
           cowards
           damps
           ,
           oft
           sleept
           in
           sheets
           of
           steel
           .
        
         
           That
           Soul
           of
           Chivalrie
           ,
           which
           no
           delight
        
         
           Could
           weaken
           ,
           or
           the
           face
           of
           Death
           affright
           ,
        
         
           The
           Great
           DALȜIEL
           ,
           who
           with
           undazled
           eyes
           ,
        
         
           Affronted
           all
           the
           Flames
           from
           Steel
           could
           rise
           .
        
         
           Just
           like
           the
           generous
           Eagle
           dare
           oppose
           .
        
         
           The
           proudest
           light
           that
           ever
           in
           Heaven
           arose
           .
        
         
           His
           Actions
           all
           were
           Generous
           ,
           and
           Free
           ,
        
         
           And
           did
           no
           Interest
           own
           ,
           but
           Loyaltie
           ,
        
         
           He
           lov'd
           not
           Wars
           for
           Wars
           ,
           nor
           Strise
           for
           Strife
           ,
        
         
           Not
           Prodigal
           ,
           nor
           Nigard
           of
           his
           Life
           ,
        
         
           He
           did
           not
           loftly
           spare
           himself
           ,
           but
           then
        
         
           He
           did
           exact
           the
           like
           of
           other
           men
           .
        
         
           For
           of
           his
           Generous
           ,
           and
           Martial
           Heart
           ,
        
         
           Courage
           and
           Judgement
           had
           their
           equal
           part
           ,
        
         
           He
           was
           the
           Genius
           of
           the
           Camp
           ,
           yet
           knew
           ,
        
         
           When
           to
           Retire
           ,
           and
           when
           his
           Foes
           pursue
           ,
        
         
           He
           knew
           all
           Order
           of
           tumultuous
           War
           ,
        
         
           
             Ranks
             ,
             Files
             ,
             March
             ,
             Counter-march
             ,
          
           to
           make
           a
           Squar
           ,
        
         
           And
           from
           a
           Squar
           ,
           to
           raise
           a
           Diamond
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           Battalias
           ever
           yet
           were
           found
           .
        
         
           How
           to
           Encamp
           ,
           Entrench
           ,
           and
           any
           part
        
         
           Where
           Nature
           fails
           ,
           to
           Fortifie
           by
           Art
           :
        
         
           How
           to
           Desend
           ,
           or
           to
           assault
           a
           Town
           ,
        
         
           And
           Courtings
           ,
           Bulwarks
           ,
           Plat-forms
           to
           beat
           down
           .
        
         
           He
           knew
           no
           treacherous
           Arts
           ,
           nor
           cheating
           Charms
           ,
        
         
           But
           masculin
           Courage
           ,
           and
           the
           Laws
           of
           Arms
           ,
        
         
           With
           these
           he
           made
           his
           Souldiers
           well
           train'd
           Men
           ,
        
         
           With
           these
           he
           brought
           them
           on
           ,
           and
           off
           again
           .
        
         
           It
           was
           by
           those
           ,
           he
           to
           his
           latest
           Breath
           ,
        
         
           In
           every
           War
           ,
           Conquest
           Propound
           ,
           or
           Death
           .
        
         
           Like
           a
           Majestick
           General
           ,
           by
           those
           ,
        
         
           He
           sold
           his
           Souldiers
           Lives
           dear
           to
           their
           Foes
           .
        
         
           By
           his
           Example
           every
           minor
           Band
           ,
        
         
           Did
           take
           new
           Force
           from
           his
           Heroick
           Hand
           ;
        
         
           Souldier
           inspired
           Souldier
           ;
           Foot
           ,
           the
           Horse
           ;
        
         
           But
           he
           them
           both
           ;
           
             so
             great
             's
             a
             Generals
             Force
          
           .
        
         
           Who
           by
           his
           Valour
           ,
           made
           it
           understood
           ,
        
         
           
             An
             ounce
             of
             Honour's
             worth
             a
             pound
             of
             Blood
             ,
          
        
         
           His
           never
           daunted
           Courage
           undervalu't
        
         
           The
           iron
           salutation
           of
           a
           Bullet
           .
        
         
           Therefore
           some
           grovling
           cowards
           low-pitcht
           eye
           ,
        
         
           That
           could
           not
           reach
           triumphant
           honors
           Skie
           .
        
         
           What
           their
           affrighted
           sense
           could
           not
           behold
           ,
        
         
           Without
           being
           dazled
           ,
           yet
           to
           carp
           were
           bold
           .
        
         
           But
           he
           at
           home
           ,
           abroad
           ,
           and
           in
           all
           parts
           ,
        
         
           His
           Blade
           imbrew'd
           in
           Rivers
           Sprung
           from
           Hearts
           .
        
         
           Yet
           with
           such
           Moderation
           that
           he
           made
        
         
           It
           clear
           ;
           
             War
             was
             for
             Physick
             not
             for
             Trade
             .
          
        
         
           In
           Ireland
           ,
           and
           in
           Musco
           ,
           and
           at
           Home
           ,
        
         
           Like
           Hercules
           he
           Monsters
           overcome
           .
        
         
           In
           all
           which
           Interprizes
           we
           might
           see
        
         
           His
           Counsel
           ,
           Courage
           ,
           Generositie
           .
        
         
           He
           knew
           when
           to
           be
           harsh
           ,
           when
           to
           be
           mild
           ,
        
         
           And
           did
           esteem
           each
           Souldier
           as
           his
           Child
           .
        
         
           And
           train'd
           them
           so
           ,
           which
           Care
           was
           not
           in
           vain
           ,
        
         
           They
           as
           their
           Father
           Reverénc'd
           him
           again
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           the
           Prophet
           did
           him
           thus
           bewail
           ,
        
         
           
             Horse-men
             and
             Chariots
             of
             our
             Israel
             .
          
        
         
           But
           now
           being
           Enfranchised
           ,
           and
           at
           large
        
         
           From
           all
           our
           Wars
           ,
           Death
           seals
           him
           a
           Discharge
           .
        
         
           He
           with
           the
           Souls
           above
           and
           Hierarchie
           ,
        
         
           Has
           Valour
           turned
           into
           Extasie
           ,
        
         
           Where
           till
           the
           Earth
           and
           all
           its
           Trophies
           lie
        
         
           A
           scattered
           Heap
           ,
           and
           Time
           it self
           shall
           die
           .
        
         
           He
           shall
           live
           unallarm'd
           with
           the
           blast
        
         
           Of
           any
           other
           Trumpet
           but
           the
           last
           .
        
      
       
         
           
             Invictissimi
             Ducis
          
           Thomae
           Dalȝelli
           EPITAPHIUM
           .
        
         
           
             Non
             potes
             exiguo
             claudi
          
           Dalȝelle
           Sepulchro
           ,
        
         
           
             Tans
             brevis
             ingentem
             non
             capit
             Vrna
             virum
             .
          
        
         
           
             Te
             Duce
             Monstra
             jacent
             Patria
             teterrima
             ,
             cum
             nil
          
        
         
           
             Restaret
             ,
             superi
             scandis
             in
             astra
             poli
             .
          
        
         
           
             N.
             P.
             
          
        
      
       
         
           
             Niniani
             Patersoni
          
           ad
           Amicos
           Paraenesis
           .
        
         
           
             Ille
             ego
             lugentum
             expertus
             solator
             ,
             acerbis
          
        
         
           
             Heu
             premer
             ipfe
             malis
             !
             luctu
             !
             atque
             labore
             !
             ruino
             !
          
        
         
           
             Omnibus
             exhaustus
             jam
             casibus
             ,
             omnium
             egenus
          
        
         
           
             Defici●
             ;
             Medicasque
             manus
             fomentaque
             quaere
          
        
         
           
             Vul●tribus
             (
             sed
             summs
             )
             meis
             .
             Nunc
             tempus
             amici
          
        
         
           
             Reddere
             ●pem
             ,
             immeritis
             var●●●…es
             exolvere
             curis
             .
          
        
      
    
     
  

