A FUNERAL ELEGY Upon the Death of that Excellent and most worthy Gentleman John Winthrop Esq. Late Governor of his Majesty's Colony of Conecticot; Who deceased April, 1676.  

Anagr.  
John Winthrop,  
Oh Print Woe nih.   


LEt woe be printed nigh unto our Land,  
Since that Jehovahs' formidable hand  
Hath been bereaving us this fatal year,  
Of such a Star within our Hemisphere.  
A Star of such resplendent glorious Light,  
Whose Fellow never yet approached our sight  
Nor ever are we like his Peer to see  
In all his comprehensive rarity.  
A precious Pillar in his earthly station,  
A pious servant to his Generation,  
Although his Extract was sublime and high,  
Yet was he clothed with humility.  
His place of bearing Rule it was so sweet,  
That Justice did with mercy in him meet.  
His Learning was so grand that all may guess  
Our Winthrop's Master of the Languages,  
Whose travails far into outlandish places,  
They did augment his other worthy graces.  
And lest his Gallantry should seem to fall.  
Behold his worth in matters Physical;  
My Pen can never fully it rehearse,  
Whose Fame did overrun the Universe.  
His Powders, Cordials, and his 〈◊〉 Pills.  
O'er flew the Mountains, and the fasting Hills.  
So pregnant was his skill, none can descry,  
And lofty Judgement into Chemistry.  
Incomparable was the depth he had  
In rare Inventions, sons of men to glad.  
When hartford's Charter was in some suspense  
This worthy Hero must away from hence.  
Our Jurisdiction rightly to maintain,  
And mediate before his Sovereign:  
For which great Service who so fit as He,  
One of th' Imperial Society.  
A man of wisdom, Patience, Love, and Peace,  
To Rich and poor his virtues did increase,  
His labour and his deal were so free,  
That none did more abound in Charity,  
His remedies they did not only tend  
Unto men's bodies, but a better end.  
When Subdivisions in the Church did rise,  
He had great skill to heal their Maladies.  
Surcease my mournful Muse, further to add  
Of this great Patriot, unless I had  
Briareus hands to set his virtues forth,  
And Argus Eyes to weep his golden worth.    

ACCROSTICON.  

Environed with grief well be we may,  
On every side in such a cloudy day,  
He being gone who was our Country's glory,  
Not to return which make our hearts so sorry.   

Woe and alas unto our Colonies,  
In midst of our other miseries,  
No mortal can express what dolour 'tis,  
To be bereaved of such a Gem as this.  
Himself could only let us understand,  
Rightly to value such a heavy hand;  
Oh may this dismal loss ne'er be forgot,  
Per Plymouth, Boston, and Conecticot.    

EPITAPH.  
HEre lies a None-such for all virtuous things,  
Fittest to be discoursed of by Kings.   Mors omnibus communis. 
FINIS