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         P. F.
      
       
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             Obsequies offer'd up to the dear and never-dying memorie of the honorable Sr Paul Pindar Kt.
             P. F.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill.
           
             s.n.,
             [London :
             1650]
          
           
             Signed at end: P.F.
             Imprint from Wing.
             Verse - "Hence all unhallowed orgies; let no tongue".
             Annotation on Thomason copy: [barely legible] "7tbr [i.e. September] 1650".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Pindar, Paul, -- Sir, 1565 or 6-1650 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
           Elegiac poetry, English.
        
      
    
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           OBSEQUIES
           OFFER'D
           UP
           To
           the
           Dear
           and
           never-dying
           Memorie
           of
           the
           Honorable
           SR
           PAUL
           PINDAR
           KT
           .
        
         
           
             HEnce
             all
             unhallowed
             
               Orgies
               ;
            
             let
             no
             tongue
          
           
             Presume
             to
             chant
             the
             
               Epicedium
            
          
           
             Of
             our
             renowned
             PINDAR
             ,
             less
             hee
             bee
          
           
             The
             Grecian
             PINDAR
             ,
             or
             as
             great
             as
             
               Hee
               .
            
          
           
             Nought
             but
             the
             
               Sock
            
             or
             
               Buskin
            
             can
             becom
          
           
             Such
             
               Tragick
               Rites
               ;
            
             or
             
               Personate
            
             thy
             Tomb
          
           
             Admired
             PINDAR
             !
             whose
             Heroîck
             Hers
          
           
             Admit's
             no
             
               Paralel
            
             with
             a
             slow-pac't
             vers.
          
           
             The
             
               Quire
            
             is
             too
             too
             narrow
             ,
             and
             
             th'whole
             
               Nine
            
          
           
             Too
             
               few
               ,
            
             to
             warble
             
               Anthems
            
             at
             this
             Shrine
             ,
          
           
             Though
             they
             could
             out-weep
             NIOBE
             ,
             and
             sing
          
           
             Sorrows
             as
             fluent
             as
             their
             
               Thespian
            
             Spring
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             why
             do
             I
             thus
             ,
             to
             inhance
             Thy
             prais
             ,
          
           
             Mingle
             my
             
               Cypress
            
             with
             thy
             spreading
             
               Baies
               ?
            
          
           
             Since
             Thy
             
               Encomium
            
             needeth
             here
             no
             more
          
           
             Then
             Gold
             in
             
               Peru
               ,
            
             or
             a
             Map
             on
             
               Shore
               .
            
          
           
             Let
             those
             that
             track
             the
             Mysteries
             ,
             and
             the
             Truth
          
           
             Of
             PRINCEly-Embassies
             
               ,
            
             define
             His
             
               Youth
               ,
            
          
           
             Spurr'd
             on
             with
             heat
             of
             Honor
             through
             the
             whole
          
           
             Circle
             ,
             from
             th'
             
               Artick
            
             to
             th'
             
               Antartick
            
             Pole
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             Travel
             this
             advantage
             had
             to
             bring
          
           
             Riches
             to
             's
             
               Countrie
               ,
            
             Honor
             to
             his
             KING
             .
          
           
             Nor
             could
             the
             Heresie
             of
             that
             CLIME
             Impair
          
           
             His
             Pious
             Soul
             ;
             the
             influence
             of
             that
             
               Aër
               ,
            
          
           
             Whose
             venom
             hath
             kill'd
             thousands
             ,
             hurt
             him
             not
             ,
          
           
             I'
             th
             midst
             of
             
               Sodom
            
             who
             remain'd
             a
             LOT
             .
          
           
             Let
             those
             who
             're
             grounded
             in
             the
             Grand
             debates
          
           
             Of
             
               Kingdom's
            
             Rights
             ,
             and
             Interests
             of
             
               States
            
          
           
             Revolv
             his
             
               Counsels
               ;
            
             so
             maturely
             wise
             ,
          
           
             
               They
            
             alwaies
             
               Conquer'd
            
             where
             They
             did
             
               Advize
               .
            
          
           
             
               Solid
               ,
            
             but
             not
             
               Severe
               ;
            
             who
             could
             unite
          
           
             
               Candor
            
             with
             Prudence
             ,
             Prudence
             with
             
               delight
               -
            
          
           
             Most
             
               Rich
               ,
            
             yet
             
               Humble
            
             in
             the
             richest
             sens
             ;
          
           
             His
             Minde
             was
             
               moderate
               ,
            
             though
             his
             Means
             
               Immens
               .
            
          
           
             
               Liberal
               ,
            
             but
             not
             
               Profuse
               ;
            
             Hee
             could
             express
          
           
             The
             difference
             'twixt
             true
             
               Bountie
            
             and
             
               Excess
               .
            
          
           
             
               Courteous
               ,
            
             without
             exception
             ,
             or
             self-ends
             :
          
           
             
               Kinde
            
             to
             the
             Stranger
             ,
             
               Ample
            
             to
             his
             Friends
             :
          
           
             
               Pious
            
             to
             admiration
             ,
             and
             
               Free
            
          
           
             Beyond
             all
             
               President
               ,
            
             to
             each
             degree
          
           
             That
             Crav'd
             his
             
               Alms
               ;
            
             who
             was
             the
             Poor's
             
               Supplie
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Crutch
            
             to
             the
             
               Cripple
               ,
            
             and
             the
             Blinde-man's
             
               Eie
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             But
             who
             can
             write
             his
             Storie
             ?
             't
             was
             so
             Ample
             ,
          
           
             It
             might
             serv
             both
             our
             
               mirrour
            
             and
             
               example
               .
            
          
           
             So
             
               Heavenly
            
             was
             each
             Action
             ,
             and
             so
             
               Just
            
          
           
             Poiz'd
             in
             the
             Scale
             of
             TRUTH
             ,
             that
             scarce
             one
             
               dust
            
          
           
             Or
             
               atome
            
             did
             fall
             
               scantie
               ,
            
             or
             
               surmount
            
          
           
             In
             the
             
               Examen
            
             of
             his
             life's
             account
             .
          
           
             No
             wordly
             cares
             could
             
               discompose
               ,
            
             or
             cross
          
           
             His
             thoughts
             with
             sens
             of
             
               lucre
            
             or
             of
             
               loss
               .
            
          
           
             No
             shocks
             of
             
               Fate
            
             or
             
               Fortune
            
             could
             controul
          
           
             Or
             
               storm
            
             the
             
               Bulwark
            
             of
             his
             fase-built
             
               Soul
               .
            
          
           
             No
             threats
             could
             fright
             his
             
               Loial
               Temper
               ;
            
             Hee
          
           
             when
             half
             the
             Land
             
               Apostatiz'd
               ,
            
             stood
             free
          
           
             In
             his
             
               Resolvs
               ;
            
             abhorring
             to
             
               divide
            
          
           
             
               Himself
               ,
            
             or
             shift
             his
             
               Tenets
            
             with
             the
             
               Tide
               .
            
          
           
             Hee
             sought
             not
             in
             those
             
               troubled
               streams
            
             to
             swim
          
           
             Nor
             courted
             
               Honor
               ,
            
             which
             so
             courted
             
               Him
               .
            
          
           
             PEACE
             was
             his
             
               Aim
               ,
            
             and
             
               End
               ;
            
             who
             liv'd
             ,
             and
             di'd
          
           
             Lull'd
             in
             a
             
               Calm
               ,
            
             when
             all
             the
             Earth
             beside
          
           
             Reel'd
             with
             those
             
               storms
            
             of
             WAR
             ,
             whose
             
               Shocks
            
             have
             hurl'd
          
           
             
               Realms
            
             from
             their
             
               Center
               ,
            
             and
             
               unhing'd
            
             the
             world
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             why
             do
             I
             
               Epitomize
            
             a
             Theme
          
           
             In
             this
             small
             
               Schedule
               ,
            
             which
             deserv's
             a
             Ream
             ?
          
           
             '
             Way
             then
             with
             
               Elegies
               ;
            
             which
             can't
             add
             more
          
           
             Life
             to
             His
             Honors
             ,
             then
             they
             had
             before
             .
          
           
             Nor
             need
             wee
             ransack
             the
             
               Corinthian
            
             Mine
             ,
          
           
             Or
             rob
             the
             
               Parian
            
             Quarries
             ,
             to
             enshrine
          
           
             His
             
               Memorie
               ,
            
             since
             thy
             
               Structure
            
             great
             St
             PAUL
          
           
             (
             Indebted
             to
             great
             PINDAR'S
             Bountie
             )
             shall
          
           
             
               Perpetuate
            
             His
             
               Name
               ,
            
             and
             in
             her
             
               Womb
            
          
           
             And
             sacred
             
               Entrails
            
             Rear
             Him
             such
             a
             
               Tomb
            
          
           
             As
             shall
             out
             vie
             proud
             
               Memphis
               ,
            
             and
             surpass
          
           
             Those
             
               Mausolean
            
             Obelisks
             of
             Brass
             .
          
        
         
           
             Great
             TIME
             shall
             tell
             the
             rest
             ;
             and
             
               quote
            
             His
             glorie
          
           
             From
             her
             own
             
               Register
               ;
            
             the
             wel-pen'd
             
               Storie
            
          
           
             And
             
               Legend
            
             of
             whose
             
               Actions
            
             shall
             strike
             
               Dumb
            
          
           
             The
             
               Present
               ,
            
             and
             amuse
             the
             Age
             to
             
               Com.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             P.
             F.
             
          
        
      
    
    

