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DIALOG VPON THE DEATH OF P. F. Baillie of Aberden.
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DIALOG VPON THE DEATH OF P. F. Baillie of Aberden.
CIVES.
Stay stranger thou, that so preceislie spyes
With earnest eies, and on those Graues does gaze,
Look here below, where thou shalt see there lyes
Mater to make thee both to mourne and maze:
For yeares a youth, dead in his tender dayes,
Enrichd with graces reasonable, and rare,
As thou shalt see all those lamenting layes,
And dulefull ditons cunninglie declare:
Then thou hes to dilat an other day,
Of such a man thou red into thy way.
With earnest eies, and on those Graues does gaze,
Look here below, where thou shalt see there lyes
Mater to make thee both to mourne and maze:
For yeares a youth, dead in his tender dayes,
Enrichd with graces reasonable, and rare,
As thou shalt see all those lamenting layes,
And dulefull ditons cunninglie declare:
Then thou hes to dilat an other day,
Of such a man thou red into thy way.
PEREG.
The mourning of so many modest men,
The Deads deserts, does evidently showe,
And causeth all inquisitiue to ken
What was his worth, that here is layd so lowe,
Through dint of death, and destanies ov'rthrowe,
And what his parts were, by their plaints appears,
Which surelie seru's him for to sound to blow,
And put his praise in all the honests ears:
And for my selfe, J wolde enlarge the same,
And forther eik a fether to his fame.
The Deads deserts, does evidently showe,
And causeth all inquisitiue to ken
What was his worth, that here is layd so lowe,
Through dint of death, and destanies ov'rthrowe,
And what his parts were, by their plaints appears,
Which surelie seru's him for to sound to blow,
And put his praise in all the honests ears:
And for my selfe, J wolde enlarge the same,
And forther eik a fether to his fame.
Brethring in brugh, and ye his brether borne,
And all that hes of his acquentance bene:
Doe what ye can, his death for to adorne,
And mourne no more, it will not mend to mein,
Set forth the Fame of the defunct your friend:
Ye Poets kyth, your cunnings, craft, and can,
To cause his fame, still floorish, fresh, and greene,
And be zour Muse, immortall make the man:
So zow's be Partner of the praise, and be,
Remembred both, and honoured as He.
And all that hes of his acquentance bene:
Doe what ye can, his death for to adorne,
And mourne no more, it will not mend to mein,
Set forth the Fame of the defunct your friend:
Ye Poets kyth, your cunnings, craft, and can,
And be zour Muse, immortall make the man:
So zow's be Partner of the praise, and be,
Remembred both, and honoured as He.
Giue zit no partiall nor a sparing praise,
Pen onely that, that reason weele, may craue,
Jt buits nought much, aboue all bounds to blaze,
Superfluous praises, graces not the Graue,
Rander the right, and let alone the leaue,
Extend the Truth, and surely so you shall,
Alot him all the honour he would haue,
Both in his life, and his last funerall:
Wouchaif to write, and lend him lin's thairfoir,
That be zour means, he may liue euermoir.
Pen onely that, that reason weele, may craue,
Jt buits nought much, aboue all bounds to blaze,
Superfluous praises, graces not the Graue,
Rander the right, and let alone the leaue,
Extend the Truth, and surely so you shall,
Alot him all the honour he would haue,
Both in his life, and his last funerall:
Wouchaif to write, and lend him lin's thairfoir,
That be zour means, he may liue euermoir.
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