The Apprentices Lamentation, TOGETHER, with a doleful elegy upon the manner of the Death of that Worthy, and Val●rous Knight Sr. RICHARD WJSEMAN.  

The Apprentices Lamentation for the death of Sir RICHARD WISEMAN.  

THus died the mirror of the times; whose Fate  
We dare not murmur at, to expostulate,  
And reason with the Deity, t, were sin,  
Nor dare we wish the act undone again,  
With brows contracted and with moistened eyes  
'Tis lawful to lament his Obsequies.  
And not to praise his Worth were to detract  
Here an omission would be thought an Act  
Of base Ingratitude; and yet who knows  
T'express his real worth in Verse or Prose,  
Rhethorique's too barren, and all words to few  
To shadow forth those praises that are due  
To his blessed memory, since we cannot praise  
Enough his matchless Virtue; we will raise  
Our meditations, let our thoughts aspire,  
And what we cannot praise enough; admire:  
And lest we seem t'envie thy blessed State,  
(Blessed to eternity) by our too late  
Laments. We'll stop the floudgates of our eyes,  
And cease to weep for thy sad Obsequies.  
Stop our tears current, and forbear to moan,  
And turn our grief to imitation.    

ELEGIES on the Death of Sr. RICHARD WISEMAN.  

AND shall the Fates thus uncontrolled  
Rob us of that which we do hold  
Most sacred, must pure Virtue be  
The Subject of their cruelty.  
Will not their too impious hand  
Be swayed by Wis●domes countermand▪  
Cursed be the worthless man that threw  
The fatal stone, sure he well knew  
His Valour, that he durst not try  
A Combat for the Victory,  
But had he known his wisdom too  
He would not then have dared to do,  
An Act so horrid unto one,  
Who came so near Perfection.  
But 'twas thy Fate (dece●sed Friend) to be  
Th'untimely Subject of his cruelty;  
What direful Fate soever stops his breath,  
Yet see the Wiseman triumphs in his Death.  
P. W.    
FINIS.   

Printed for WILLIAM LARNAR.