On the Death of the Illustrious GEORGE Duke of ALBEMARLE. SO stoops our great Alcides, monk, whose brow Would ne'er learn what Submission meant till now: Whose wisest Conduct, and whose watchful Care, Still spake him Great in th' bold Intrigues of War: Whose mighty Prowests Trophies could afford For Victories still breathing from his Sword: Whose fiercer Arm bread terror where it fought, And every Limb he wore was Castriot. Thrice greater yet, since GEORGE could overcome, And fix a Peace from Civil Wars at home; A nobler way, and less expensive too, Then ere wise Homer made his Heroes do: First Britains greatest Tyranny withstood, Then taught the way to Conquest without blood; revived a dying sceptre, saved a Crown, called back Great CHARLES, and fixed him in his own. And when Heavens Agent's strangest work was done, ( By that Almighty Providence begun) Sate down and kissed Reward with humble sense, showered on his head with Royal Influence; Where his wise Counsel shew'd, his Head could fare As well in Peace, as once his Arms in War. At last,( with Worth still fraught) took leave, and so, died Gracious with his King and Country too; Where now he's grown Immortal, and with us Greater, then ere St. George of Cappadoce. Athens could never boast of things like these. Though she too had her Great Themistocles. Rome's Founder was with's Brothers blood aspersed, Which made their gods give out he was accursed, Though the blind common people now thought most Their King was god, when Romulus was lost. Their Good Camillus's Triumph was too high, And Coriolanus died unhandsomely. 'twas onely GEORGE all Wonder could put on, 'twas onely GEORGE could grasp Perfection. Ungrateful then, if we no Tears allow To him that gave us Peace and Freedom too: Let all with Sable Colours in our Isle Fall down, and spend a sigh at's Funeral-pile. May his Great Story last, may GEORGE's Name Live long, and flourish by the mouth of famed. M. D. London, Printed for Sa: Heyrick at Grays-Inne-gate, Holborn.