ON THE MUCH LAMENTED DEATH of the Valiant MAJOR WILLIAM COCKBURN, Who died at Stonie-flet, June 6. 1683.  
A Funeral ELEGY.  
THis world's a boiling gulf of griefs & fears,  
The Rendezvouz of anxious sighs and tears:  
This worm of five foot long, this moving span,  
Composed of sin, and dirt, we call a man,  
Is the tossed passenger; what though the ga'le  
Be strong, or weak, the Ship is still a Sail;  
Whither the Passengers do stand, or lie,  
She keeps a strait course to eternity.  
And who so can the longest passage boast,  
At last th'Eternal Haven salute he must.  
A pregnant, (though a pensive) proof is here  
To make this truth as with sun beams appear.  
Here the undantouned COCKBURN full of years  
That ne'er gave place to ignominious fears,  
Who like the Roman Scevola hath stood  
Bashing in flamm's his hands, his feet in blood,  
Who in the storms of War, by day and night,  
Could never flee from any thing but flight,  
(Till now unconquered) yet at last he must  
Lay down his valour in a bed of dust:  
But with a deathless and renowned name,  
Happy in Fortune, Family, and Fame.  
He was no carking dunghill miser, yet  
God blest him with a plentiful Estate:  
From which, as from an overflowing store,  
He blessed the backs and bellies of the poor.  
And with an active, and sagacious care,  
He knew both when to spend, and when to spare.  
〈…〉 prayer, and praise, at morning and at even  
With pious fervency addressed to Heaven,  
●●s house a Sacred Temple did become:  
〈…〉 Soldier in the Camp, a Priest at home.  
〈…〉 one may be (though rare) as Scriptures note,  
〈…〉 once both a Centurion, and devote.  
A Soldier and devote, with Loyalty,  
〈…〉 ormist too, and each in high degree,  
〈…〉 in this age when it's considered well  
Appear at least next to a miracle.  
A Father, and an Husband past compare,  
〈…〉 knew, which greatest was his love, or care.  
〈…〉 lie as I heard Friends and Strangers tell  
Spouse and Children made the parallel:  
●hom he hes left five unspotted Plants,  
●ill the Nation with such blessed Saints,  
The pledges of his fruitful love, and bed;  
Happy be he that might such darlings wed.  
To him that brings not an unworthy flamm',  
Kind may they be, as Heaven hes been to them;  
In them he lives, to them he did bequeath  
His virtues as a legacy at death.  
And every one but some fantastic snake  
Will love the offspring for their Father's sake.   

His EPITAPH.  
HEre lies an honest heart, a valiant hand,  
Knew both how to obey, and to command,  
A loving Father, and an Husband kind,  
A Soldier both in body, and in mind;  
So stout that to the pale beholders wonder  
He durst encounter the amazing thunder.  
And did the Honour of the Scots advance,  
By prowess both through Germany, and France;  
His valour and his Loyalty was seen,  
Against the Rebels at the Rullȝion Green.  
He Hector and Ulysses both in one,  
Knew to match valour with discretion.  
In point of Honour when his spleen did rise,  
He quelled his foes by lightning from his eyes.  
His martial frown it could at once control,  
And cure the Lethargy of a cowards Soul.  
Nor did his worth alone consist in wars,  
In him Minerva joined was with Mars,  
He owed a breast to which it did appear,  
Valour and virtue native Tenants were;  
Yea virtue swayed her Sceptre there, for both  
He fear, and baseness equally did loath.  
And in his Heart, which was a Sign of Grace,  
God, and the Church, and King had chiefest place.  
As King and Church did gratefully regard him;  
So God hath called him home now to reward him.  
Therefore let's modestly bewail our cross  
Heaven's gain, and his can never be our loss.  
Optima quaeque dies, miseris mortalibus aevi  
Prima fugit: subeunt morbi, tristisque senectus,  
Et labour, & durae rapit inclementia mortis.  Virgil. 
Mr. N. PATERSON.