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To the Memory of my Worthy Friend, Coll. Richard Lovelace. |
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To the Memory of my Worthy Friend, Coll. Richard Lovelace.
To
pay my Love to thee, and pay it so;
As Honest men should what they justly owe,
Were to write better of thy Life then can
The assured'st Pen of the most worthy man:
Such was thy composition, such thy mind
Improv'd from vertue, and from vice refin'd
Thy Youth an abstract of the World best parts,
Invr'd to Arms and exercis'd to Arts;
Which with the Vigour of a man, became
Thine and thy Countries Piramids of Fame
Two glorious Lights to guide our hopeful Youth,
Into the path's of Honour and of Truth.
As Honest men should what they justly owe,
Were to write better of thy Life then can
The assured'st Pen of the most worthy man:
Such was thy composition, such thy mind
Improv'd from vertue, and from vice refin'd
Thy Youth an abstract of the World best parts,
Invr'd to Arms and exercis'd to Arts;
Which with the Vigour of a man, became
Thine and thy Countries Piramids of Fame
Two glorious Lights to guide our hopeful Youth,
Into the path's of Honour and of Truth.
These parts (so rarely met) made up in thee
What man should in his full perfection be;
So sweet a Temper into every sence
And each affection breathed an Influence
As smooth'd them to a Calme, which still withstood
The ruffling passions of untamed Blood,
Without a Wrinckle in thy face, to show
Thy stable brest could no disturbance know
In Fortune humble, constant in mischance
Expert in both, and both serv'd to advance
Thy Name by various Trialls of thy Spirit,
And give the Testimony of thy merit;
Valiant to envy of the bravest men
And learned to an undisputed Pen,
Good as the best in Both, and great, but Yet.
No dangerous Courage nor offensive Wit:
These ever serv'd the one for to defend
The other Nobly to advance thy friend,
Under which title I have found my name
Fix'd in the living Chronicle of Fame,
To times succeeding; Yet I hence must go
Displeas'd, I cannot celebrate thee so;
But what respect acknowledgement and love,
What these, together when improv'd improve
Call it by any Name (so it express
Ought like a Tribute to thy Worthyness
And may my bounden gratitude become)
LOVELACE I offer at thy Honour'd Tomb.
What man should in his full perfection be;
So sweet a Temper into every sence
And each affection breathed an Influence
As smooth'd them to a Calme, which still withstood
The ruffling passions of untamed Blood,
Without a Wrinckle in thy face, to show
Thy stable brest could no disturbance know
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Expert in both, and both serv'd to advance
Thy Name by various Trialls of thy Spirit,
And give the Testimony of thy merit;
Valiant to envy of the bravest men
And learned to an undisputed Pen,
Good as the best in Both, and great, but Yet.
No dangerous Courage nor offensive Wit:
These ever serv'd the one for to defend
The other Nobly to advance thy friend,
Under which title I have found my name
Fix'd in the living Chronicle of Fame,
To times succeeding; Yet I hence must go
Displeas'd, I cannot celebrate thee so;
But what respect acknowledgement and love,
What these, together when improv'd improve
Call it by any Name (so it express
Ought like a Tribute to thy Worthyness
And may my bounden gratitude become)
LOVELACE I offer at thy Honour'd Tomb.
And though thy Vertues many friends have bred
To love thee liveing, and lament thee Dead
In Characters far better couch'd then these
Mine will not blott thy Fame nor theirs encrease,
'Twas by thine own great merits rais'd so high,
That Maugre time, and Fate, it shall not dye.
To love thee liveing, and lament thee Dead
In Characters far better couch'd then these
Mine will not blott thy Fame nor theirs encrease,
'Twas by thine own great merits rais'd so high,
That Maugre time, and Fate, it shall not dye.
Sic flevit. Charles Cotton.
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