MEMENTO MORI  AN ELEGY On the Death of the Right Honourable JOHN Earl of RADNOR, Viscount Bodmin, and Baron of TRURO; etc. who Expired, July the 17th. 1685.  Moribus Antiquis Res stat Romana Viresque Enn apud Cicer, in lib. 6. de Rep. 

SO falls an Aged Oak, which long hath stood,  
The Joy and Glory of the Humbler Wood;  

Till with much Toil and with much Worship Sat,  
It measures Earth in Service of the State,  
Either for Shipwreck or some Noble Fate.   
What a Carrier of Honour hast thou run?  
What Wreaths each Moment of thy Life hast won?  
Thy Life, which, tho' extended out in Length,  
Was yet hemmed with Compactedness and Strength?  
No Month, no Day, no Hour, no Minute free  
From Thought and Labour could we find in thee.  
Thy very Recreations were such,  
We thought them Business, or full worth as much.  

Yet still Devotion and Philosophy,  
Had their due Hours allotted 'em by thee:  
State-craft did ne'er barr-out Divinity.    

To this, th' Hibernian Province sets its hand,  
Which 
* Lord, Leiutenant of Ireland.  Thou with so much Praise didst once Command  
There, the Illustrious Bards will thee rehearse,  
To After-ages in their Noble Verse;  
Relate thee with each Grace and Virtue fraught,  
Serene thy Looks, Serene thy Life and Thought;  
With what just Care thou didst the Timon hold,  
Neither too Superstitious, nor too Bold:  
And when they've said all which they can say more,  
The'yll Curse their Language scandalously poor.   

This will the Laws Municipal attest,  
Who Thee their mighty Conqueror confessed:  
That Ocean, which others Boundless find,  
Was Coasted all and Fathomed by thy mind.  

No private Creek escaped thy watchful Eye,  
But thou the inmost Shore's didst all Espy,  
Where undiscovered Golden-Worlds might lie.   
Even Senate-Precedents to thee did yield  
A Fruitful Prospect in a Barren Field.   

All this thou didst devoutly for the Crown:  
Thy Loyal Deeds entirely were thine own.  
No base allay of Interest spoiled the Coin:  
The Royal Stamp grew in [thine Heart] the Mine.  

From 
* Privy. Seal.  that High Place thine House no Riches bore:  
Only thyself were wealthier than before,  
In Conscious Satisfaction good Store.    

Farewell, great man: And while our Councils stand,  
Their Sense Collected by Judicious hand,  
Summed up with Application, to attain  
The Sacred Judgement of the Sovereign;  

Then will our Godlike Princes think of 
* Precedent of the Council.  Thee,  
Vigour, Advantage, and Humility,  
And Honour, thus, thy Everlasting Memory.    
FINIS.   

This may be Printed,  
R. L. S. July the 23th. 1685.   

LONDON; Printed by E. Mallet, in Black-Horse-Alley in Fleetstreet, near Fleet-Bridge, 1685.