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Show I54 9 0 E M S. And from their Parents may your Off-fpring have All that is wife and lovely, foft and brave : Or if all wifhes w e in one would give, For him, and for the world, Long may you live. £ P I T A P H i On her Son H. P. at St. Syth's Church, where her body alfo lies Interred. WHat on Earth deferves our truft \ Youth and Beauty both are duft. Long w e gathering are with pain, What one moment calls again. Seven years childlefs, marriage paft, A Son, a Son is born at laft : So exactly limb d and fair, Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air, As a long life promifed, Yet, in lefs than fix weeks dead. Too promifing, too great a mind In fo fmall room to to be confin'd : Therefore, as fit in Heav'n to dwell, H e quickly broke the Prifon fhell. So the fubtle Alchymift, Can't with Hermes Seal fefift The powerful fpirit's fubtler flight; But 'twill bid him long good night, Andfo the Sun if it arifc Half fo glorious as his Eyes, Like this Infant, takes a fhrowd/ Buried in a morning Cloud. ( • JL \ } i M 't--. -fh y iA On T 0 E M S. I?5 On the death of my Lord Rich, only Son to the Earl of Warwick, who dyed of the fmall Poxy * 1664.. HAve not fo many lives of late Suffic'd to quench the greedy thirft of Fate ? Though to encreafe the mournful purple Flood, As well as Noble, fhe drank Royal Blood', That not content, againft us to engage Our o w n wild fury, and tlfurpers rage ; By ficknefs now, when all that ftorm is paft, She ftrives to hew our Heros d o w n as faft ; And by the Prey fhe chufes, fliews her Aim Is to extinguifh all the Englifh Fame. Elfe had this generous Youth w e now have loft, Been ftill his Friends delight, and Country's boaft, And higher rais'd the Illuftrious N a m e he bore, Than all our Chronicles had done before. Had Death confider'd e're he ftruck this blow, H o w many noble hopes 'twould overthrow; The Genius of his Houfe (who did complain That all her Worthies n o w dy'd o're again) His flourifhing, and yet untainted years', His Fathers anguifh, and his Mothers tears ; Sure he had been perfwaded to relent, Nor had for fo much early fweetneft, fent That fierce Difeafe, which knows not h o w to fpare The Young, the Great, the Knowing, or the Fain But w e as well might flatter every wind, And court the Tempefts to be lefs unkind, As hope from churlifh Death to fnatch his Prey, W h o is as furious and as deaf as they; And who hath cruelly furpriz'd in him, His Parents joy, and all the World's efteem. Say treacherous hopes that whifper in our ear, Still to expect fome fteady comfort here, And |
