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         Rowland, John, 1606-1660.
      
       
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             Upon the much lamented departure of the high and mighty Prince Oliver Lord Protector of England, Scotland and Ireland, &c. A funeral elegie.
             Rowland, John, 1606-1660.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             s.n.,
             [London :
             1658]
          
           
             Verse - "Is the states Atlas dead, whose strongest brain".
             Signed: Jo. Row. C.C.C.
             Imprint from Wing.
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "1658: Oct 2.".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Cromwell, Oliver, 1599-1658 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
           Elegiac poetry, English.
        
      
    
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           Vpon
           the
           much
           Lamented
           
             Departure
          
           of
           the
           
             High
          
           and
           
             Mighty
          
           PRINCE
           ,
           OLIVER
           LORD
           PROTECTOR
           Of
           
             ENGLAND
             ,
             SCOTLAND
          
           and
           
             IRELAND
             ,
          
           &c.
           
        
         
           A
           FUNERAL
           ELEGIE
           .
        
         
           IS
           the
           States
           
             Atlas
          
           dead
           ,
           whose
           strongest
           Brain
        
         
           Held
           it
           from
           Ruine
           ,
           with
           his
           might
           and
           main
           ?
        
         
           Could
           not
           his
           Wisdome
           ,
           Prudence
           ,
           Prowess
           ,
           Zeal
           ,
        
         
           And
           rich
           endowments
           for
           the
           Commonweal
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Conqu'ring
           hand
           ,
           nor
           peoples
           Votes
           ,
           nor
           Tears
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Prayers
           for
           him
           to
           prevent
           their
           Fears
        
         
           Prevail
           against
           the
           stroke
           of
           Destiny
           ?
        
         
           No
           ,
           't
           is
           a
           Statute-Law
           that
           all
           must
           dye
           .
        
         
           Death
           is
           impartial
           ,
           Kings
           ,
           and
           Peasants
           must
           ,
        
         
           When
           Death
           knocks
           at
           their
           doors
           ,
           lye
           in
           the
           dust
        
         
           And
           fate
           wise
           Princes
           seldome
           so
           long
           spares
        
         
           As
           common
           men
           ,
           their
           heads
           are
           full
           of
           cares
           ,
        
         
           Which
           is
           the
           reason
           that
           by
           most
           is
           guest
           ,
        
         
           Why
           
             Joseph
          
           younger
           dyed
           before
           the
           rest
           .
        
         
           Scepters
           and
           Crowns
           are
           oftentimes
           begirt
        
         
           With
           thorny
           cares
           that
           lying
           in
           the
           dirt
           ,
        
         
           Few
           men
           would
           take
           them
           up
           ,
           did
           they
           but
           know
        
         
           The
           thoughts
           of
           heart
           they
           bring
           with
           grief
           and
           woe
           .
        
         
           So
           
             Henry
             Bullingbrook
          
           on
           his
           deaths-bed
           ,
        
         
           
             Henry
          
           the
           Fifth
           his
           Son
           admonished
           .
        
         
           Men
           oft-times
           strive
           for
           things
           they
           know
           not
           what
           ,
        
         
           Which
           being
           gain'd
           ,
           they
           wish
           they
           had
           them
           not
           .
        
         
           Crowns
           cannot
           respite
           time
           ,
           nor
           hinder
           fate
           ,
        
         
           But
           are
           more
           likely
           for
           to
           antidate
           .
        
         
           This
           Wise
           
             PROTECTOR
          
           that
           is
           lately
           dead
           ,
        
         
           How
           was
           He
           toyl'd
           with
           thoughts
           that
           fill'd
           His
           head
        
         
           For
           to
           preserve
           from
           dangers
           that
           appear'd
        
         
           On
           every
           side
           most
           justly
           to
           be
           fear'd
           ?
        
         
           Would
           men
           lay
           this
           to
           heart
           I
           dare
           profess
           ,
        
         
           They
           'd
           never
           envy
           Princes
           happiness
           .
        
         
           They
           watch
           when
           subjects
           sleep
           ,
           and
           counsel
           take
        
         
           For
           publick
           good
           ,
           and
           for
           the
           peoples
           sake
           .
        
         
           The
           People
           press'd
           it
           ,
           and
           the
           Parlement
        
         
           On
           Him
           they
           thought
           most
           fit
           for
           Government
           ;
        
         
           And
           strove
           to
           crown
           Him
           ,
           but
           He
           that
           refus'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           much
           adoe
           He
           had
           to
           be
           excus'd
           .
        
         
           Which
           shew's
           ,
           that
           He
           was
           loath
           to
           undergo
        
         
           This
           burthen
           ,
           but
           that
           God
           would
           have
           it
           so
           :
        
         
           Who
           heard
           the
           peoples
           voice
           up
           to
           the
           skies
           ,
        
         
           Sadly
           complaining
           for
           their
           Liberties
           .
        
         
           Reflect
           on
           Him
           departed
           ,
           whom
           ,
           in
           vain
           ,
        
         
           With
           Sighs
           and
           groans
           you
           would
           call
           back
           again
           .
        
         
           How
           did
           His
           great
           Achievements
           fill
           His
           soule
           ,
        
         
           Almost
           ubiquitary
           ,
           to
           controule
           ,
        
         
           And
           rule
           such
           multitudes
           ,
           so
           divided
        
         
           In
           mindes
           and
           hearts
           ,
           hardly
           to
           be
           guided
           ▪
        
         
           How
           did
           His
           great
           Employments
           make
           Him
           sad
           ;
        
         
           Needing
           more
           eyes
           than
           ever
           
             Argus
          
           had
           !
        
         
           To
           see
           in
           every
           corner
           ,
           and
           descry
        
         
           Mens
           private
           Plots
           ,
           and
           hidden
           Treachery
           ,
        
         
           Which
           did
           retard
           ,
           and
           lay'd
           on
           Him
           more
           load
           ;
        
         
           Yet
           could
           not
           stop
           His
           vast
           designes
           abroad
           .
        
         
           Let
           
             England
             ,
             Scotland
             ,
             Ireland
          
           speak
           what
           Hee
        
         
           Perform'd
           ,
           by
           making
           One
           ,
           these
           Countries
           Three
           .
        
         
           Let
           
             France
             ,
          
           and
           
             Holland
             ,
             Portugal
             ,
          
           and
           
             Spain
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Denmark
             ,
          
           and
           
             Turkie
          
           send
           to
           us
           again
        
         
           A
           true
           Report
           of
           Victories
           He
           got
        
         
           Where
           er'e
           His
           Armies
           martch'd
           ,
           almost
           where
           not
           ?
        
         
           Raising
           his
           Trophies
           not
           farre
           from
           the
           Line
           ;
        
         
           Let
           but
           
             Jamaica
          
           speak
           His
           great
           designe
           :
        
         
           (
           
             Hispaniola
             ,
          
           by
           
             Calumbus
          
           found
           ,
        
         
           Was
           first
           intended
           to
           be
           
             English
          
           ground
           :
        
         
           But
           here
           refus'd
           ;
           by
           the
           King
           of
           
             Castile
          
        
         
           Accepted
           .
           Gold
           may
           yet
           be
           gain'd
           by
           steil
           ,
        
         
           Where
           that
           the
           cause
           is
           just
           ,
           but
           private
           jarrs
        
         
           Have
           often
           hindred
           great
           attempts
           in
           warrs
           .
           )
        
         
           The
           
             Indies
             ,
          
           East
           and
           West
           will
           say
           no
           less
           ;
        
         
           His
           Name
           's
           Renoun'd
           with
           the
           
             Antipodes
             .
          
        
         
           Each
           day
           brought
           a
           new
           Conquest
           ,
           
             Flanders
          
           now
        
         
           In
           part
           subdu'd
           ,
           almost
           they
           knew
           not
           how
           :
        
         
           Dint
           of
           his
           sword
           
             Dunkirk
          
           no
           sooner
           felt
           ,
        
         
           But
           all
           the
           peoples
           hearts
           like
           Ice
           did
           melt
           .
        
         
           
             Nor
          
           Pompey
           ,
           Cesar
           ,
           
             great
          
           Alexander
        
         
           Nor
           great
           Emperour
           ,
           the
           worlds
           Comander
        
         
           Prevail'd
           so
           farre
           ,
           counting
           the
           time
           He
           steer'd
        
         
           At
           Helme
           :
           yet
           by
           this
           haste
           't
           was
           to
           be
           fear'd
        
         
           That
           these
           his
           noble
           Acts
           did
           much
           portend
        
         
           Hee
           hasted
           drawing
           near
           unto
           his
           end
           .
        
         
           All
           things
           did
           prosper
           that
           he
           undertook
           :
        
         
           And
           if
           we
           nearly
           into
           causes
           look
           ;
        
         
           Hee
           ner'e
           attempted
           any
           thing
           ,
           but
           Cries
        
         
           And
           Prayers
           made
           way
           for
           His
           Victories
           :
        
         
           His
           Devotion
           may
           examples
           give
        
         
           To
           Christian
           Princes
           that
           now
           do
           live
           ;
        
         
           That
           if
           they
           mean
           to
           speed
           ,
           they
           must
           implore
        
         
           Aid
           from
           above
           ,
           and
           seek
           to
           God
           before
           .
        
         
           Thus
           this
           Lands
           
             Gideon
          
           prosper'd
           alwayes
           ,
        
         
           And
           ,
           having
           settled
           Peace
           ,
           ended
           his
           dayes
           .
        
         
           At
           such
           a
           time
           ,
           when
           as
           most
           things
           do
           stand
        
         
           In
           a
           fair
           posture
           ,
           both
           by
           Sea
           and
           Land
           ,
        
         
           On
           the
           same
           Day
           of
           Thanks
           ,
           design'd
           to
           bee
           ,
        
         
           For
           
             Woster
             ,
          
           and
           
             Dunbar's
          
           great
           Victorie
           .
        
         
           Wee
           wish
           that
           his
           Successour
           may
           excel
           ,
        
         
           And
           bee
           the
           Sonne
           of
           great
           
             Jerubbaal
             .
          
        
         
           
             Vivit
             post
             FVNERA
             VIRTVS
             .
          
        
         
           
             JO
             .
             ROW
             .
             C.
             C.
             C.
             
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
    

