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         Rich, Jeremiah, d. 1660?
      
       
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             An elegie on the death of the Right Honourable Iohn Warner, late Lord Mayor of London.
             Rich, Jeremiah, d. 1660?
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             s.n.,
             [London :
             1648]
          
           
             Signed at end: Ieremiah Rich. Fecit.
             Imprint from Wing.
             Verse - "The sweetest, fairest, and the best of flowers,".
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "Nouemb: 13 1648".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Warner, John, -- Sir, d. 1648 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
           Elegiac poetry, English.
        
      
    
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           AN
           ELEGIE
           On
           the
           death
           of
           the
           Right
           Honourable
           IOHN
           WARNER
           ,
           Late
           Lord
           Mayor
           of
           LONDON
           .
        
         
           THe
           sweetest
           ,
           fairest
           ,
           and
           the
           best
           of
           flowers
           ,
        
         
           Lose
           their
           choise
           rarity
           in
           a
           few
           run
           hours
           :
        
         
           The
           wandring
           ,
           glorious
           stars
           ,
           when
           night
           is
           done
        
         
           Go
           down
           ,
           and
           vail
           their
           bodies
           to
           the
           Sun
           :
        
         
           And
           when
           great
           
             Phoebus
          
           riseth
           in
           a
           flame
        
         
           To
           view
           the
           throne
           of
           darknesse
           ,
           and
           proclaim
        
         
           Joy
           to
           all
           drowzy
           Mortals
           ,
           and
           doth
           say
           ,
        
         
           Rise
           slumbering
           Man
           ,
           arise
           ,
           and
           welcome
           day
           .
        
         
           The
           Moon
           ashamed
           of
           her
           pale
           face
           ,
           doth
           shrowd
        
         
           Her
           ,
           in
           the
           bosom
           of
           some
           darkened
           cloud
           :
        
         
           And
           thus
           among
           earths
           Lamplets
           ,
           there
           is
           one
        
         
           This
           day
           gone
           down
           ,
           and
           left
           our
           darkened
           throne
           ;
        
         
           A
           glorious
           Star
           indeed
           ,
           whose
           shining
           name
        
         
           Was
           blown
           by
           Honour
           ,
           and
           the
           breath
           of
           Fame
           :
        
         
           His
           heart
           was
           faithfull
           ,
           vertuous
           ,
           and
           his
           face
        
         
           Was
           drest
           with
           greatnesse
           ,
           goodnesse
           ,
           truth
           ,
           and
           grace
           :
        
         
           Vertue
           and
           wisdom
           taught
           him
           what
           to
           do
           ,
        
         
           To
           unite
           all
           by
           love
           ,
           and
           Justice
           too
        
         
           His
           lips
           ,
           the
           lips
           of
           knowledge
           ,
           in
           his
           eye
        
         
           Sate
           both
           humility
           ,
           and
           Majesty
           ;
        
         
           There
           was
           high
           Honour
           ,
           yet
           fidelity
           ,
        
         
           There
           brightnesse
           sate
           in
           vertues
           bravery
           .
        
         
           He
           sate
           in
           Honours
           Chair
           untill
           the
           last
           ,
        
         
           In
           spite
           of
           Envy
           ,
           or
           her
           nine
           dayes
           blast
           :
        
         
           His
           house
           was
           here
           on
           earth
           ,
           his
           heart
           above
           ,
        
         
           He
           lived
           in
           loyalty
           ,
           and
           died
           in
           love
           .
        
         
           Oh
           ,
           had
           he
           shined
           still
           ,
           his
           Orient
           light
        
         
           Might
           make
           us
           blush
           to
           see
           our
           oversight
           !
        
         
           But
           he
           is
           gone
           :
           Times
           hour-glass
           being
           run
           ,
        
         
           This
           Star
           went
           down
           to
           meet
           the
           morning
           Sun
           .
        
         
           Thus
           vain
           is
           earthly
           pomp
           ,
           the
           flourishing
           Crown
        
         
           Of
           earthly
           royalty
           ,
           death
           trampleth
           down
           .
        
         
           Thus
           is
           our
           wealth
           but
           want
           ,
           our
           flower
           fades
           ,
        
         
           Our
           light
           is
           darkness
           ,
           and
           our
           sun-shine
           shades
           .
        
         
           Thus
           is
           our
           Honour
           lost
           ;
           thus
           like
           a
           Theam
        
         
           Is
           earth
           ,
           and
           Dignity
           is
           but
           a
           dream
           .
        
         
           Thus
           is
           our
           glory
           grass
           ,
           our
           bravery
           breath
           ,
        
         
           Our
           light
           is
           darkness
           ,
           and
           our
           life
           is
           death
           :
        
         
           And
           if
           they
           promise
           more
           ,
           they
           do
           but
           lie
           ,
        
         
           'T
           is
           but
           a
           dream
           ;
           go
           earth
           ,
           lie
           down
           and
           die
           :
        
         
           Go
           earth
           ,
           lie
           down
           and
           die
           ,
           go
           see
        
         
           The
           gallant
           confines
           of
           eternity
           :
        
         
           Go
           to
           Elyzium
           ,
           go
           to
           Paradise
           ,
        
         
           Where
           all
           the
           ancient
           Heroes
           live
           in
           bliss
           .
        
         
           Go
           dwell
           in
           endless
           glory
           ,
           till
           thou
           tire
        
         
           Times
           swift
           foot-race
           ,
           for
           time
           cannot
           expire
        
         
           Thy
           lasting
           joy
           :
           go
           live
           above
           thy
           name
           ,
        
         
           That
           rides
           on
           lofty
           wings
           of
           flying
           fame
           .
        
         
           Earth
           is
           too
           base
           to
           dwell
           on
           ,
           go
           and
           pass
        
         
           Those
           streets
           of
           Gold
           ,
           like
           to
           transparent
           glass
           ,
        
         
           And
           shining
           glittering
           pearl
           ,
           whereon
           each
           Gate
        
         
           Is
           built
           :
           go
           kiss
           the
           Lamb
           emaculate
           ,
        
         
           Go
           put
           on
           robes
           of
           glory
           ,
           go
           and
           be
        
         
           Swallowed
           with
           endless
           immortality
           .
        
         
           There
           is
           no
           Sun
           ,
           nor
           Moon
           ,
           no
           clouds
           ,
           nor
           rain
           ,
        
         
           No
           frowns
           ,
           nor
           fortunes
           ,
           nor
           corrupted
           gain
           ;
        
         
           No
           curious
           gardens
           ,
           nor
           no
           costly
           fare
           ,
        
         
           No
           stately
           buildings
           ,
           nor
           no
           worldly
           care
           ;
        
         
           Nor
           no
           ridiculous
           smiles
           ,
           no
           jests
           ,
           nor
           play
           ,
        
         
           No
           recreation
           ,
           nor
           no
           holy-day
           ;
        
         
           No
           drinking
           ,
           cursing
           ,
           swearing
           ,
           nor
           abuse
           ,
        
         
           No
           sin
           ,
           no
           shame
           ,
           no
           sorrow
           ,
           nor
           excuse
           ;
        
         
           No
           slavery
           ,
           guile
           ,
           nor
           slander
           ,
           nor
           sedition
           ,
        
         
           No
           cozening
           fraud
           ,
           nor
           goggle-ey'd
           suspition
           ;
        
         
           No
           rape
           ,
           no
           theft
           ,
           no
           murder
           ,
           nor
           no
           fear
           ,
        
         
           Dwels
           in
           high
           glory
           ,
           though
           they
           wander
           here
           :
        
         
           But
           high
           unmeasured
           joy
           ,
           and
           amity
           ,
        
         
           And
           love
           ,
           and
           peace
           ,
           and
           vertues
           rarity
           ,
        
         
           And
           Pearls
           ,
           and
           Onix
           ,
           and
           the
           Jasper
           stones
           ,
        
         
           And
           Palms
           ,
           and
           Crowns
           ,
           and
           Kingly
           royall
           thrones
           ;
        
         
           And
           ravisht
           Allelujahs
           ,
           which
           the
           brest
        
         
           Of
           Angels
           warble
           in
           eternall
           rest
           .
        
         
           Go
           earth
           ,
           lie
           down
           and
           die
           ;
           and
           to
           thy
           trust
           ,
        
         
           Oh
           earth
           ,
           we
           recommend
           his
           Honoured
           dust
        
         
           To
           lie
           and
           slumber
           ,
           till
           his
           agedeyes
        
         
           Shall
           wake
           from
           deaths
           dark
           lullabies
           :
        
         
           Untill
           the
           trumpet
           sounds
           ,
           and
           heaven
           shall
           say
           ,
        
         
           Rise
           from
           the
           dead
           all
           Mortals
           ,
           come
           away
           :
        
         
           And
           if
           thy
           Monument
           shall
           leave
           his
           trust
           ,
        
         
           And
           turn
           to
           ashes
           like
           thy
           mouldring
           dust
           ,
        
         
           Thy
           fame
           that
           cannot
           die
           ,
           shall
           be
        
         
           A
           Monument
           in
           the
           worlds
           memory
           .
        
         
           Alas
           ,
           and
           is
           this
           all
           that
           earth
           can
           do
           ?
        
         
           A
           way
           vain
           glory
           ,
           go
           ,
           be
           intombed
           too
           .
        
         
           
             Ieremiah
             Rich.
             
          
           
             Fecit
             .
          
        
      
    
    

