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         Wild, John.
      
       
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             An elegie upon the Earle of Essex's funerall.
             Wild, John.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             s.n.,
             [London :
             1646]
          
           
             Signed at end: J.W. [i.e. John Wild].
             Imprint from Wing.
             Verse - "And are these all the rites that must be done,".
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "Octob: 29"; after J. W.: "ild".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
         eng
      
       
         
           Essex, Robert Devereaux, -- Earl of, 1591-1646 -- Death and burial -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
           Elegiac poetry, English -- 17th century.
        
      
    
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           An
           Elegie
           upon
           the
           Earle
           of
           ESSEX'S
           Funerall
           .
        
         
           
             ANd
             are
             these
             all
             the
             rites
             that
             must
             be
             done
             ,
          
           
             Thrice
             Noble
             
               Essex
               ,
               Englands
            
             Champion
             :
          
           
             Some
             men
             ,
             some
             walls
             ,
             some
             horses
             put
             in
             black
             ,
          
           
             With
             the
             throng
             scrambling
             for
             sweet-meats
             and
             Sack
             ,
          
           
             A
             gawdy
             Herald
             ,
             and
             a
             velvet
             Herse
             ,
          
           
             A
             tatt'red
             Anagram
             with
             grievous
             verse
             ,
          
           
             And
             a
             sad
             Sermon
             to
             conclude
             withall
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             this
             be
             stil'd
             great
             
               Essexs
            
             Funerall
             ?
          
           
             Niggardly
             Nation
             ,
             be
             asham'd
             of
             th●ods
             ,
          
           
             Lesse
             valour
             among
             Heathen
             made
             men
             Gods
             ,
          
           
             Should
             such
             a
             Generall
             have
             dy'd
             in
             
               Rome
               ,
            
          
           
             He
             must
             have
             had
             an
             Altar
             ▪
             not
             a
             Tombe
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             instead
             of
             youthfull
             Elegies
             ,
          
           
             Grave
             Senators
             had
             offer'd
             sacrifice
          
           
             To
             divine
             
               Devereux
               :
            
             ô
             for
             a
             vote
          
           
             (
             Ye
             
               Lords
            
             and
             
               Commons
            
             ye
             are
             bound
             to
             doo
             't
             )
          
           
             A
             vote
             that
             who
             is
             seen
             to
             smile
             this
             year
             ,
          
           
             A
             vote
             ,
             that
             who
             so
             brings
             not
             in
             a
             tear
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             be
             adjudg'd
             
               Malignant
               :
            
             It
             were
             wise
          
           
             T'
             erect
             an
             Office
             in
             the
             Peoples
             eyes
          
           
             For
             issuing
             forth
             a
             constant
             sum
             of
             tears
             ;
          
           
             There
             's
             no
             way
             else
             to
             pay
             him
             his
             arrears
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             we
             have
             drein'd
             this
             Ages
             eyes
             quite
             dry
             ,
          
           
             Let
             him
             be
             wept
             the
             next
             ▪
             in
             History
             ,
          
           
             Which
             if
             Posterity
             shall
             dare
             to
             doubt
             ,
          
           
             Then
             
               Glosters
            
             whispering
             walls
             shall
             speak
             him
             out
             :
          
           
             And
             so
             his
             Funerall
             shall
             not
             be
             done
             ,
          
           
             Till
             he
             return
             i'
             th'
             Resurrection
             .
          
        
         
           
             J.
             W
          
        
      
    
    

