An elegie on the Most Reverend & Learned James Usher L. Archbishop of Armagh and Primate of Ireland; Who departed this life March 21. 1655. Written by John Quarles |
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 | An elegie on the Most Reverend & Learned James Usher L. Archbishop of Armagh |  |
Then weep no more; see how his peacefull brest
Rock't by the hand of Death, takes quiet rest.
Disturb him not; but let him sweetly take
A full repose, he hath been long awake;
Tyr'd with the toyle of a most tedious day,
He sought refreshment; seeking, found the way,
The way to heaven, and being merry-hearted
Shook hands with flesh & blood, & so departed;
Nobly resolv'd; 'tis absolutely knowne
He left a Dunghill, to imbrace a Throne,
Where now he sits, cloath'd with celestial pride.
Reader, 'tis worse than death, to say, he dy'd:
He onely slumbred from himself, and saw
'Twas late, (but ah too soon!) and that the Law
Of Nature urg'd, he thought it too much wrong
To his own good, to stay on earth too long;
Time, and the Grave, make equall every thing,
Here lyes the Begger, cloathed like the King.
Rock't by the hand of Death, takes quiet rest.
Disturb him not; but let him sweetly take
A full repose, he hath been long awake;
Tyr'd with the toyle of a most tedious day,
He sought refreshment; seeking, found the way,
The way to heaven, and being merry-hearted
Shook hands with flesh & blood, & so departed;
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He left a Dunghill, to imbrace a Throne,
Where now he sits, cloath'd with celestial pride.
Reader, 'tis worse than death, to say, he dy'd:
He onely slumbred from himself, and saw
'Twas late, (but ah too soon!) and that the Law
Of Nature urg'd, he thought it too much wrong
To his own good, to stay on earth too long;
Time, and the Grave, make equall every thing,
Here lyes the Begger, cloathed like the King.
| An elegie on the Most Reverend & Learned James Usher L. Archbishop of Armagh | |