AN ELEGY Upon the Right Honourable The late EARL of OSSORY.  

IF all perfections that accomplish Man,  
With Piety and Prudence in the Van;  
If generosity of Birth and Mind,  
A Soul next to Divinity refined;  
If Magnanimity by Sea and Land,  
Which all force, less than Thunder, durst withstand;  
If Faith to Heaven, to Prince, to Parents, Wife,  
Friends, Enemies; to all concerns but Life;  
If a King's love, who Merit well defines,  
And justly on great Ormonds' Merit shines:  
Might all this, with Three Nations have reprieved  
One precious Life, than Ossory had lived;  
Dear Ossory? Loved and Admired by all:  
But greatest things under the Sun must fall,  
And Sun too, when his fatal night is come;  
When heavens own light shall show the day of Doom.   

His Soul seemed (like that Sun) prepared and dressed  
For common good, shined to himself the least:  
Pregnant in Council, Valiant in the Field,  
His Honour flexible, his Heart was Steeled:  
So clear and single was his ●udgments Eye,  
Wise SHAFTESBURY in itt, no Mote could spy,  
Though Learned and Critical on every Theme,  
Can magnify a Mote into a Beam.   

How! great and good, yet undisturbed still?  
Where's then the Probate of just virtue's Will?  
Where is the Touchstone of Illustrious Actions,  
Envy, that Viper of corroding Factions.  
Unharmed and quiet? both alive and dead?  
'Tis strange! he had no Paralytic Head.  
This was the glory of his matchless Fame,  
Always to Do well, and to Hear the same.   

Let MONS preserve the Echo of his praise,  
Not to be silenced by an Age of days:  
Where he midst flaming Swords undaunted stood,  
Till Scarlet died French Lilies into Blood.  
Now Bullets threaten (from all quarters hurled)  
The consummation not of War but World:  
While the bold Britain's are resolved to see  
A Conquest of Impossibility.  
When (like their Friends the Moors) our wary French  
Were lodged (they thought) safe in a Daring Trench.  
Safe as great Jove, when he Granades throws  
On Mortals, too weak to award his blows.  
Yet in despite of natural Strength and Art,  
Attacked by OSSORIES brave Hand and Heart.  
While the amazed Foe losing Ground and Breath  
Instead of fight gazed themselves to Death.  
Mean time Swords, Muskets, Cannon never cease,  
Till they proclaimed a good, but ill-timed Peace;  
A Peace (may France not envy that proud word)  
Great Britain purchased by her Pen and Sword.   

Mourn England, mourn o'er this thy broken Staff:  
None (except Moor and French) have cause to laugh  
A Life too short measured by Months and Years;  
By Virtue older than his gravest Peers:  
A short life Mathematically spent,  
Like Their vast Punctum, large without extent.  
Heaven on his Heir more numerous days advance,  
To fix his Honour and Inheritance.  
This fair paternal Copy if he can  
Transcribe, 'twill make him more than Lord or Man   

Our pious Soldier briskly parted hence,  
Stormed Heaven (like MONS) with holy violence  
So heavenly Envoys to some Martyr sent,  
With one brisk motion stem the Firmament.  
Serene and free from dis-harmonious Jars,  
Of untuned Conscience or tumultuous Wars.  
What if the greatness of his Spirit might  
His Fever mount to an Immortal height?   

Farewell (blessed Saint) may thy Example prove  
As Sovereign to England as thy Love;  
When thou at Sea didst more than wonders do,  
Was't civil to the Dutch and beat them too.  
Act high (great ORMOND) as You still have done  
Fill up the absence of your shaded Son.  
To whom is owing this Immortal pride,  
Was great, yet without Envy lived and died.   

Brave LUXENBURG when You his Name do hear,  
Confess his Courage, and the English fear.  
And let the Name of OSSORY be spread  
Through th'Universe, to Conquer now he's dead:  
To convert Heathens by his Saint like Name,  
And moralise fallen Christians by his Fame.  
No wonder our great Hero died so soon,  
Too bright a Star to shine below the Moon.   
FINIS.   

LONDON: Printed for the Author. 1680. 124.  
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