An Elegy on the Death of the Right Honourabe RICHARD Earl of ARRAN.  

INsatiable Foe to humane kind  
Will thou not cease, our worthies to confine,  
Thou seemest to rob us, of our Prince and Peers,  
Our griefs thus to renew still with our years,  
May not less subjects, sufficient matter yield,  
To appease the fury of thy conquering shield,  
Then such as be the Pillars of our state,  
Who were our Countries Comfort in adverse fate.   

But now thou dost our sorrows 'gain recall,  
And Summoned us to mourn by th' sudden fall,  
Of this choice Peer, who with his Loyal race  
Has had the honour thrice to rule this place,  
With Loyalty and wisdom, without stain:  
That neither King, nor Subject could complain,  
Whose unexpected death moves us with fears  
Of sad occasion of our future tears.   

Arran the penult Branch of our great Cedar  
Ormond, whose shadow was his Country's shelter.  
In storms apparent now fallen to our grief,  
Did not young Ossory affords expected relief,  
We might uncessantly bewail our loss  
With floods of tears and hearts loaded with remorse;  
That such a Loyal offspring does decay,  
And leaves us so small support at this day.   

Could pen express the worth, or tongue extol  
The praise of Arran, then might this little Roll  
Extended be, with terms of greatest merit  
Of him, who now is gone for to inherit  
The joys eternal unto such virtues due,  
As did possess his noble breast, with true  
And pious zeal, to God's Church and anointed,  
Who by his death are of one disappointed   

That was endued with valour and conduct  
Sufficient wisdom th' ignorant to instruct,  
How to obey their God and King's Command,  
And to be able their foes still t' withstand,  
Whose loss with tears could we once yet reverse,  
we'd pour forth streams uncessant for his hearse,  
But since we cannot his ransom pay, the more  
We ought this worthies sudden death deplore.    

Dublin. Printed. Anno: Dom: 1685.