On the DEATH of His EXCELLENCE GENERAL DALȜIEL OF BINNS, One of the Members of His MAJESTY'S most Honourable Privy Council.  
A Funeral Elegy.  
THou Child of Sin and Fate, who only can  
Measure the true Dimensions of a Man,  
Who with impartial and triumphant Wings  
O'ertakes the poor man's Flight as well as Kings,  
And with thy Martial All-controuling Drum,  
Beats a cold March to the Eternal Home,  
Tyrant o'er tyrants, who, with Fatal Force,  
Betwixt the Soul and Body makes Divorce.  
No more thy Trophies boast, thou here must yield,  
Here's on thou could not Conquer in the Field,  
Who, spite of all the Forces him withstood,  
Has dived for Honour in a Sea of Blood.  
Who, wheresoe'er he Fought, or Siege did lay,  
Honour and Conquest did their wings display.  
Whose Heart by night nor day did ever feel  
A coward's damps, oft steeped in sheets of steel.  
That Soul of Chivalry, which no delight  
Could weaken, or the face of Death affright,  
The Great DALȜIEL, who with undazled eyes,  
Affronted all the Flames from Steel could rise.  
Just like the generous Eagle dare oppose.  
The proudest light that ever in Heaven arose.  
His Actions all were Generous, and Free,  
And did no Interest own, but Loyalty,  
He loved not Wars for Wars, nor Strife for Strife,  
Not Prodigal, nor Niggard of his Life,  
He did not loftly spare himself, but then  
He did exact the like of other men.  
For of his Generous, and Martial Heart,  
Courage and Judgement had their equal part,  
He was the Genius of the Camp, yet knew,  
When to Retire, and when his Foes pursue,  
He knew all Order of tumultuous War,  
Ranks, Files, March, Countermarch, to make a Squar,  
And from a Squar, to raise a Diamond,  
And all Battalias ever yet were found.  
How to Encamp, Entrench, and any part  
Where Nature fails, to Fortify by Art:  
How to Descend, or to assault a Town,  
And Court, Bulwarks, Plat-forms to beat down.  
He knew no treacherous Arts, nor cheating Charms,  
But masculine Courage, and the Laws of Arms,  
With these he made his Soldiers well trained Men,  
With these he brought them on, and off again.  
It was by those, he to his latest Breath,  
In every War, Conquest Propound, or Death.  
Like a Majestic General, by those,  
He sold his Soldiers Lives dear to their Foes.  
By his Example every minor Band,  
Did take new Force from his Heroic Hand;  
Soldier inspired Soldier; Foot, the Horse;  
But he them both; so great's a General's Force.  
Who by his Valour, made it understood,  
An ounce of Honour's worth a pound of Blood,  
His never daunted Courage undervalved  
The iron salutation of a Bullet.  
Therefore some groveling cowards low-pitcht eye,  
That could not reach triumphant honour's Sky.  
What their affrighted sense could not behold,  
Without being dazzled, yet to carp were bold.  
But he at home, abroad, and in all parts,  
His Blade embrued in Rivers Sprung from Hearts.  
Yet with such Moderation that he made  
It clear; War was for Physic not for Trade.  
In Ireland, and in Musco, and at Home,  
Like Hercules he Monsters overcome.  
In all which Interprizes we might see  
His Counsel, Courage, Generosity.  
He knew when to be harsh, when to be mild,  
And did esteem each Soldier as his Child.  
And trained them so, which Care was not in vain,  
They as their Father Reverénced him again,  
And with the Prophet did him thus bewail,  
Horsemen and Chariots of our Israel.  
But now being Enfranchised, and at large  
From all our Wars, Death seals him a Discharge.  
He with the Souls above and Hierarchy,  
Has Valour turned into Ecstasy,  
Where till the Earth and all its Trophies lie  
A scattered Heap, and Time itself shall die.  
He shall live unallarmed with the blast  
Of any other Trumpet but the last.   

Invictissimi Ducis Thomae Dalʒelli EPITAPHIUM.  
Non potes exiguo claudi Dalʒelle Sepulchro,  
Tans brevis ingentem non capit Vrna virum.  
Te Duce Monstra jacent Patria teterrima, cum nil  
Restaret, superi scandis in astra poli.  
N. P.   

Niniani Patersoni ad Amicos Paraenesis.  
Ille ego lugentum expertus solator, acerbis  
Heu premer ipfe malis! luctu! atque labore! ruino!  
Omnibus exhaustus jam casibus, omnium egenus  
Defici●; Medicasque manus fomentaque quaere  
Vul●tribus (sed summs) meis. Nunc tempus amici  
Reddere ●pem, immeritis var●●●…es exolvere curis.