Poems or, A Miscellany of Sonnets, Satyrs, Drollery, Panegyricks, Elegies, &c. At the Instance, and Request of Several Friends, Times, and Occasions, Composed; and now at their command Collected, and Committed to the Press. By the Author, M. Stevenson |
An Elegy upon the Reverend John Porter, D. D. and Prebend of Christ-Church in Norwich.
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An Elegy upon the Reverend John Porter, D. D. and Prebend of Christ-Church in Norwich.
A Star is faln, an Orb does disappear,Was late the glory of our Hemisphear.
So vast his Learning, this all-knowing Man,
Was lookt on as a living Vatican.
For Piety, he was so all divine
That Moses-like his very face did shine.
His Loyalty I need not here maintain,
His sufferings show he lov'd his Soveraign.
But maugre Men and Devils, he laid down
His head in peace, and with a silver Crown.
Yet liv'd to see his Prince, and give God praise,
For ten illustrious Restauration dayes.
His Sons all prosper, and his Daughters are,
Like polisht Corners of the Temple, fair.
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Should have amends in his Posteritie.
For his humility, this all Men know,
Of parts so high, ne'er Man had mind more low.
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