ELEGIES ON THE, Much lamented Death of the Right honourable the EARL OF Mountrath.  
DUBLIN, Printed by John Crook, Printer to the Kings most Excellent Majesty: And are to be sold by Samuel Dancer, Bookseller in Castle-street. 1661.   

AN elegy ON THE Happy Memory of the Right honourable Sir Charles coat Knight and Baronet, Earl of Mountrath, Viscount of Castle-Coote, Baron of Castle-Cuff, Lord President of Connaught, and one of the Lords Justices of Ireland  

WHen Caesars die, Fates Ceremonies are  
To compliment them with an Ush'ring Star:  
As in fair Books black patches now and then  
Do reconcile the losses of the Pen:  
So Nature doth on purpose Ast'risks wear,  
To show that something is deficient there.   

But yet Mountrath is gone; nor does the hair  
Of any flaming beard affright the air.  
Atropos shaved the Comets sure, to show  
That when he dies, the Stars themselves die too.  
Or else his modest Harbinger forbore  
To boast a sight, least that we should adore.   

Death played the wanton here, to swallow down  
The Cleopatran Jewels of the Crown.  
She like a daring Scaevola, did contrive  
To take away the KING; but He's alive.  
For not the Fates themselves have power over Him,  
But pay Allegiance to His Diadem.  
Yet though she erred, she's not mistaken, since  
She has hit charles, although she mist the Prince.  
'Twas like the fatal stroke was given by Cain,  
In Him the third part of our World was slain.  
Nay more; for all had perished, but that He  
Breaths still in Eustace and in Orrery.  
Sejanus thus grown Darling unto famed,  
When every ston and Statue learned his Name;  
Nay, Altars were prepared by giddy Rome,  
To make it smell the sweeter by perfume;  
Just like a Phoenix in his Incense dies,  
And falls himself to Fate a Sacrifice.  
In famed and Fate we meet his Parallel;  
So fell the Great Sejanus: so coat fell.  
The difference is, the first had famed,( 'tis true;)  
The last had Honour, and deserved it too:  
Nay more; Sejanus fell, Statues and all:  
But coat rebounds the higher by his fall.  
They laughed at Him; but here the People do  
Not onely mourn Cootes death, but Caesar too.   

Ambitious Fate by this unhappy stroke,  
Has loped an Arm from off the Royal Oak:  
The Oak that charles lay hide in; whose true breast  
rejoiced to lodge the Eagle in a nest.   

As far as wisdom suffered, He withstood,  
B'ing Best, when 'twas a sin to be but Good;  
He lived true to his King, and to his Cause;  
Defended English Faith and English Laws.  
And may his Soul by Proxy ever live  
I' th' noble breast where still it doth survive.  
There is no eye that's so Heretical,  
But would drop Holy-water at his Fall.  
The Protestants in him did mourn their loss;  
●●d Papists loved him, as they loved a across.  
But why should we desire Mountrath to stay?  
dieth ' Potter of his Soul, who ' d not leave day?  
〈◇〉 will not drown his Urn, onely we must  
●… some obsequious drops to lay his dust:  
●●ose sacred relics they that won't adore,  
〈◇〉 needs be thought Idolaters the more.  
●… ll run oth' score with Grief, and Sackcloth borrow,  
e Death provides such Ashes for our sorrow.  
〈◇〉 'cause that silence speaks the waters deep,  
●'ll mourn within, and not disturb his sleep.  
●hen let him rest, until the Lamb shall say,  
●hy Winter's Spring, sins night is turned to day;  
●rise my Love, my Dove, and come away.   
Jo. Jones.   

IN EUNDEM, HIBERNIAE ΘΡΗΝΩΔΙΑ.  

Ter Montrathiam signavit calculus urnam,  
Et Carolina gemit funere mancha Trias.  
〈◇〉 praelata juvat, letho Lictore, Securis?  
Fasces, Consul, sentiat ipse suos.  
●riumphales dignus conscendere currus.  
●… istia, deceptus Morte, Feretra subit.  
●… ntes Lauris immiscuit illa Cupressos,  
●… ntrathius Comes est, & meus, inquit, erit.  
●… tum quis non potuit praedicere, Θητα  
●●i finem Tituli viderit esse novi.  
●… or nunquam, nec amantior umbra recessit,  
●●is erat, said non unius Orbis Amor.  
〈◇〉 purpureo quod plurima sedit in ore,  
●diae non est hoc, said Amoris opus.  
●… thium certe vel morbus amavit, & ergo  
●dit pulchris oscula tanta genis.    

Hiberniae & Mortis DIALOGUS.  Hibernia. 

CUr non indulges Carolinae saevior umbrae?  
Foelices poterat quae meruisse moras.  
Cur regni cecidit pars tertia? sanguine vestram  
Non alio poteras exsatiare sitim?  
Quid nostrae marcet dulcissima cura Coronae?  
Et geminis Caroli vivere digna rosis?   Mors. 

Quid frustrà tua fata doles improvida? Falci  
Summittit flores & Diadema suos.  
Ille fuit vestri( fateor) Flos Gloria campi,  
said tamen Elysio dignior ergò fuit.  
An caecam nescis Lachesin, quae stamina versat,  
Ex auro filum sit licèt, illa secat.   Hibernia. 

Non mihi quod Lachesis tua, Mors, sit caeca dolebit,  
said quòd ego jam sum caeca futura dolet:  
At nostros sine luke oculos cur ambio? noster  
Montrathius Sol est, Montrathiúsque Dies.  
In freta quin abeant dvo, lumina nostra, doloris  
Hisque erit Oceanis, ejus arena, cinis.   Mors. 

Sic urnas ludunt fugitivis Belides undis,  
Umbram, creed mihi, nec freta bina lavant.  
Montrathii, vestrae fuerint si flumina, guttam  
Addere Clepsidrae non potuere genae:  
●ec prece, nec lachrymis, Adamantina fata liquescunt;  
Pervenit ad surdas nulla querela Deas.   Hibernia. 

Surdescant Parcae, at certè mea pectora tangit,  
Haec, illae, vitam quam vetuere, dabunt.  
Tam charum nobis caput est flevisse voluptas,  
Gaudia dat, quamvis gaudia moesta, dolor.  
Saeva licèt sint Fata, adeò crudelia cur sint?  
Tam numerosam, unâ, cur statuere necem?  
Si nollent illi, at saltem mihi parcere possint,  
Quid nostras armant in sua damna genas?  
Quid nobis fieri nos cogunt fata, volebant  
Invida diluvio quemque perire suo.   Mors. 

Ipsa leves gemitus, omni sine pondere fundis,  
Vitae, umbrâ hac, non est linea tacta, tuae.   Hibernia. 

Occubuit dilecta, ainae & pars optima nostrae,  
Vivere, non vitam, said valuisse reor.  
Invida ludentis Mortis ludibria! vitam  
Ipsa aufers, & me vivere saeva jubes.  
said quibus insidiis vicisti subdola Fortem?  
Nam certum est bello non cecidisse pari.   Mors. 

Martem, stulta, tuum Parcae sine mart domabunt,  
Nec mens, Herculeae nec valuere manus.  
Non tantum Lydiae persolvit pensa pvellae  
Alcides, aliâ subditus ille colo est.   Hibernia. 

Si nile profuerant vires, neque pectoris aestus,  
At poterat tetricas forma movere Deas.  
Et movit tua forma Deas, tua forma sorores;  
Incidit in flammas Atropos ipsa tuas.  
Ille rubor vultûs, & vivus candour, amicas  
Qui poterant flammis conciliare nives:  
Illi te rapiunt, te formosissime perdunt,  
Materies Forma est, Funeris una tui.  
Ah Fatis utinam fueris, Comes inclyte, charus  
Aut minùs, aut fatis charior ipse tuis.   Mors. 

Quin tristes noli toties animare querelas,  
Spirabit gemitu non magis ille tuo.  
Quem dilexisti, cur sic odisse videris,  
Hostis nè vester sit, rationis amor.  
Ipso dignus erat, vel te, tibi, judice, Coelo;  
Quid cupis ingratas nectere fata moras?  
Suscepturus iter conscendit Plaustra; Booten  
Hunc volvit Carolus syderis esse sui.   Hibernia. 

Indefessa suos siccant suspiria nimbos,  
Quae fudit, sparsas, cura, serenat aquas:  
Nè sacram forsan madidus dolor obruat urnam,  
Plus satis est, passum hunc, vel semel esse necem.  
Ambitiosa pedes jam lambunt sydera; coeli  
Te digni, coelis tu quoque dignus eras.  
said tamen in coelos utinámque & serius isses,  
Ut fieret vestris terra beata moris.  
At Coelo potiare tuo, modò parcat Iërnae,  
Pro te, si coelis invidet illa tuis.   
Jo. Jones, Trin. Col. in Art. 〈◇〉