Occasions Off-spring Or Poems upon Severall Occasions: By Mathew Stevenson |
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In memoriam Roberti Dey Pharmacap. Norv.
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In memoriam Roberti Dey Pharmacap. Norv.
Arts Parramour is dead, that men may see,Nature hath no hold of eternitie.
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And my sad muse, might weep his elegie:
Norwich, in sorrows weeds attend his urne,
If not for his; yet for your owne sakes mourne.
Remember cittizens, yee us'd to fly
To sue out your reprives from death, to Dy:
Whose salutifierous magazine of artes,
Was your cheife Sanctuary against death's darts.
There, feeble nature in a trice might be,
Arm'd against all disseases Gap ape.
But hee is gone, and in a good old age,
Tooke his calme Exit of a turbulent stage:
His death as harmelesse as his birth, from whence
His years were crownd with double innocence;) good
VVhilst wee, (for so perhaps heavens have thought
Are left, to write our stories in our bloud.
Time's syth hath wounded him, but hee hath got
Such semper-vivum, as hee feels it not.
VVith faith, hope, charitie, & contrition
He made up his Celestiall composition.
And with an unctious name hee mixt a Roll,
Of Gratia dei for his wounded soule:
Now his thread yeilded to the Sisters knife,
For Aqua-vitæ hee drinkes water of life.
Much might unto his prayses spoken be,
And only this one truth; namely that hee,
Even Dey, the true Apothecary was,
All that are left, are but synoyma's.
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