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Upon the Much deplored DEATH Of the TRULY RELIGIOUS And RIGHT HONOURABLE The Lady ELISABETH LANGHAM.
Epicedium intempestivè maestum.
THough Fun'ral Rites be done, The Sermon past;
The Corps interr'd, the blessed Soul at rest:
Cancel not Homage, though it speak so late;
This Subjects-worth, ne're speaks it out of date.
Nor can plain Dialect implead that Verse,
Inflam'd with Rhetorick, from such an Hearse;
Speak to the height of worth, and when we can
Expresse no more, Her Name's the Vatican:
But more pure Lines, and Lectures, here do lie
Urn'd in this Ectype of Divinitie,
Than Volumes now can teach, or mortals find,
Wait 'till you come to Heaven, then read her mind.
Transcribe we may, the Jewels Casque a little,
But to the Pearl it self, bequeath no Tittle;
Our muddy thoughts, would wrong what grace now crowns
And work, instead of Plaudits, shameful frowns.
Look not upon Seraphick-Spirit in Throne,
'Till tears be quite dissolved, Then look on,
Which will not be (I think) 'till that time come,
That man needs write no Epicedium.