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         Mercer, William, 1605?-1676?
      
       
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             An elegie vpon the death of the right honorable, most noble, worthily-renowned, and truly valiant lord, Robert, Earle of Essex & Evve &c. His Excellency, late Lord Generall of all the forces raised by the Parliament of England in defence of the Protestant religion. Who departed the 14th. day of September, 1646. / William Mercer.
             Mercer, William, 1605?-1676?
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             Printed by I.C.,
             London :
             1646.
          
           
             With decorative border.
             In verse: "Cease great Surveyer of this glorious Ball," ...
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "7tbr. [i.e. September] 29 [with a line through it]".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Essex, Robert Devereux, -- Earl of, 1591-1646 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
           Elegiac poetry, English.
           Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Early works to 1800.
        
      
    
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           AN
           ELEGIE
           Vpon
           the
           Death
           of
           the
           Right
           Honorable
           ,
           most
           Noble
           ,
           Worthily-Renowned
           ,
           and
           truly
           Valiant
           Lord
           ,
           ROBERT
           ,
           Earle
           of
           ESSEX
           &
           EVVE
           ,
           
             &c.
             
          
           His
           
             Excellency
             ,
          
           late
           Lord
           Generall
           of
           all
           the
           Forces
           raised
           by
           the
           Parliament
           of
           
             England
          
           in
           defence
           of
           the
           Protestant
           Religion
           .
           
             Who
             departed
             the
             14th
             
               .
            
             day
             of
             September
             ,
          
           1646.
           
        
         
           
             The
             first
             Elegie
             .
          
           
             CEase
             great
             
               Surveyer
            
             of
             this
             glorious
             Ball
             ,
          
           
             To
             shine
             ;
             you
             
               twinkling
               Constellations
            
             all
             ,
          
           
             Stand
             in
             your
             Spheares
             ,
             as
             if
             you
             all
             were
             fixt
             ,
          
           
             And
             fram'd
             to
             make
             all
             human
             Mortals
             vext
             ;
          
           
             Restrain
             your
             light
             ;
             doe
             not
             one
             glimpse
             bestow
          
           
             Fot
             our
             delight
             ,
             sad
             mourners
             here
             below
             :
          
           
             You
             were
             created
             in
             celestiall
             kinds
          
           
             To
             glad
             the
             mirthfull
             and
             solatious
             minds
          
           
             Who
             ,
             rapt
             as
             't
             were
             ,
             and
             ravisht
             with
             your
             glories
             ,
          
           
             Might
             therein
             walk
             ,
             and
             shun
             disastrous
             stories
             :
          
           
             But
             lo
             !
             your
             comforts
             uselesse
             now
             ,
             we
             mourn
             ,
          
           
             You
             need
             not
             more
             ,
             your
             heavenly
             Tapers
             burn
          
           
             But
             be
             as
             we
             are
             ;
             all
             beclouded
             over
          
           
             With
             
               Sable
            
             Mantles
             ;
             and
             doe
             not
             discover
          
           
             Your
             Orbs
             a
             while
             ,
             but
             let
             us
             live
             alone
          
           
             Dark
             as
             the
             Night-Owles
             ,
             sadly
             to
             bemoane
          
           
             Our
             so
             much
             losse
             ;
             and
             having
             wept
             a
             time
             ,
          
           
             Give
             light
             again
             ;
             to
             let
             us
             know
             our
             crime
          
           
             Of
             gu●lt
             ,
             whereby
             we
             greatly
             did
             provoke
          
           
             Your
             high
             Creator
             ,
             thus
             to
             strike
             this
             stroke
          
           
             Against
             the
             State
             ;
             whose
             standing
             did
             consist
          
           
             As
             much
             in
             him
             ,
             as
             could
             in
             one
             be
             wisht
             :
          
           
             Our
             admir'd
             
               ESSEX
               ,
            
             who
             still
             aimed
             at
          
           
             The
             height
             of
             Honour
             ;
             yet
             
               Immaculat
               .
            
          
           
             But
             ah
             !
             He
             's
             chang'd
             ,
             then
             let
             us
             cast
             our
             eyes
          
           
             To
             doe
             their
             duties
             at
             his
             
               Obsequies
               :
            
          
           
             
               Alasse
               !
            
             what
             duties
             can
             our
             eyes
             perform
             ?
          
           
             Nothing
             but
             weep
             ,
             as
             't
             were
             ,
             a
             Winter
             storm
          
           
             Of
             such
             continuance
             ,
             as
             with
             watry
             Flouds
          
           
             The
             Earth
             may
             swell
             ,
             and
             swallow
             up
             the
             Clouds
             .
          
           
             Could
             those
             sad
             teares
             ,
             in
             sorrow
             we
             would
             weep
             ,
          
           
             And
             shed
             ,
             till
             such
             an
             inundation
             deep
          
           
             Did
             flow
             so
             far
             ,
             as
             till
             a
             new
             deluge
          
           
             Should
             threat
             our
             ruine
             ,
             yet
             we
             would
             not
             grudge
          
           
             Once
             to
             regain
             so
             great
             a
             good
             as
             this
             ,
          
           
             (
             Pardon
             the
             passion
             of
             my
             partiall
             wish
             )
          
           
             Whose
             worth
             the
             vertuous
             ,
             and
             the
             very
             bad
             ,
          
           
             Bemoan
             (
             now
             lost
             )
             because
             ,
             they
             living
             ,
             had
          
           
             A
             
               Patrone
            
             to
             their
             vertue
             ;
             and
             the
             worst
          
           
             Were
             wonne
             by
             his
             example
             ;
             thus
             both
             lost
             ;
          
           
             But
             now
             O!
             march
             you
             multitude
             of
             Mourners
             ,
          
           
             
               Seale
            
             up
             this
             Jewell
             ,
             wast
             all
             your
             waxen
             burners
          
           
             About
             his
             Tomb
             ;
             and
             take
             no
             Trophies
             hence
             ,
          
           
             This
             is
             the
             last
             ,
             and
             least
             ,
             due
             recompence
          
           
             Can
             be
             perform'd
             ;
             O!
             happy
             then
             ,
             that
             Ark
          
           
             Where
             lies
             inshrin'd
             ,
             such
             goodnesse
             in
             the
             dark
             .
          
           
             Farewell
             ,
             brave
             Lord
             ,
             in
             vain
             our
             suits
             we
             sue
             ,
          
           
             Soul
             rest
             in
             peace
             ;
             To
             thee
             once
             more
             adieu
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               The
               second
               Elegie
               by
               the
               same
            
             AUTHOUR
             .
          
           
             REeader
             ,
             the
             reverend
             dutie
             which
             I
             owe
          
           
             To
             this
             great
             
               Haeros
               ,
            
             I
             would
             have
             thee
             know
             ,
          
           
             Moves
             me
             to
             write
             ,
             though
             some
             more
             
               learned
            
             hand
          
           
             Will
             try
             this
             task
             ,
             and
             in
             my
             
               room
            
             will
             stand
          
           
             To
             state
             the
             
               Case
               ;
            
             lest
             I
             
               Eclipse
            
             the
             light
          
           
             Of
             his
             great
             glory
             ,
             and
             impair
             that
             right
          
           
             Due
             to
             his
             worth
             ;
             yet
             let
             me
             adde
             one
             Verse
          
           
             Upon
             his
             
               Dolefull
               ,
            
             though
             adorned
             Hearse
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             
               Boundlesse
            
             vertues
             ,
             ornaments
             of
             
               Fame
               ,
            
          
           
             Befits
             the
             
               Gods
            
             to
             glosse
             on
             such
             a
             
               Theame
               .
            
          
           
             Religious
             Patron
             ,
             Peerlesse
             ,
             Pious
             Peere
             ,
          
           
             Affections
             Load-stone
             lies
             inshryned
             here
             ;
          
           
             Highest
             in
             honor
             ,
             bounty
             ,
             zeale
             ,
             and
             love
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             rare
             
               Perfections
            
             (
             in
             a
             Spheare
             above
          
           
             My
             rurall
             pen
             )
             were
             plac't
             ;
             who
             did
             
               transcend
            
          
           
             Nature
             its
             limits
             in
             
               Courage
               ;
            
             had
             no
             end
          
           
             In
             all
             those
             parts
             and
             attributes
             of
             grace
          
           
             Could
             be
             confer'd
             from
             
               Heaven
            
             on
             
               Human
               Race
               ,
            
          
           
             Whose
             losse
             all
             Nations
             ought
             lament
             and
             mourn
             ,
          
           
             And
             powre
             out
             
               Seas
               of
               teares
            
             about
             his
             
               Vrn
               ;
            
          
           
             By
             nature
             
               Noble
               ,
            
             unblemisht
             ,
             and
             renownd
             ,
          
           
             Unparaleld
             for
             prudence
             ;
             most
             profound
             ;
          
           
             
               Religion
               ,
               Valour
               ,
            
             Fortune
             ,
             Faith
             and
             Wit
             ,
          
           
             All
             were
             combin'd
             ;
             
               Here
               was
               a
               patern
               fit
               ;
            
          
           
             A
             matchlesse
             mind
             ,
             magnanimous
             and
             just
             ,
          
           
             
               True
               ,
               Constant
               ,
            
             upright
             in
             his
             highest
             
               Trust
               ;
            
          
           
             Belov'd
             of
             all
             ,
             whole
             goodnesse
             did
             reflect
          
           
             Upon
             the
             best
             ;
             and
             had
             so
             strong
             effect
          
           
             (
             By
             influence
             infused
             from
             above
             )
          
           
             Upon
             the
             bad
             ,
             they
             could
             not
             chuse
             but
             love
             .
          
           
             The
             gods
             convey'd
             by
             their
             supernall
             power
          
           
             All
             worth
             to
             him
             ;
             yet
             vanquisht
             in
             an
             houre
          
           
             He
             was
             by
             Fate
             ;
             though
             all
             the
             force
             which
             
               Mars
            
          
           
             Did
             make
             ,
             could
             not
             subdue
             him
             in
             the
             
               Wars
               .
            
          
           
             His
             acts
             did
             adde
             ,
             unto
             his
             Nations
             honor
             ,
          
           
             His
             rare
             exploits
             did
             prosper
             so
             ,
             he
             won-her
          
           
             More
             stedfast
             faith
             ,
             more
             upright
             truth
             and
             peace
             ,
          
           
             As
             never
             can
             be
             canceld
             in
             no
             race
             .
          
           
             Time
             shall
             expire
             ,
             and
             all
             in
             it
             shall
             rot
             ,
          
           
             But
             his
             brave
             Name
             shall
             never
             be
             forgot
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             so
             rais'd
             fame
             and
             excellencies
             shall
          
           
             Survive
             the
             world
             ,
             yea
             and
             its
             
               Worthies
            
             all
             .
          
           
             In
             brief
             ,
             what
             Age
             might
             speak
             so
             proud
             a
             word
             ,
          
           
             So
             good
             a
             Man
             ,
             and
             yet
             so
             great
             a
             Lord
             ?
          
           
             
               William
               Mercer
               .
            
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
           London
           Printed
           by
           
             I.
             C.
          
           1646.
           
        
      
      
  

