Flosculum Poeticum Poems Divine and Humane, Panegyrical, Satyrical, Ironical. By P. K. [i.e. Peter Ker] |
A Mournful ELEGY. ON Mr. I. K. who Died in KENT in ENGLAND. |
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A Mournful ELEGY. ON Mr. I. K. who Died in KENT in ENGLAND.
The World's a trifle, and the life of ManA hand in bredth, in Longitude a span.
Our Pleasures are but Pain; our Joyes relent,
Before the Morning of our dayes be spent.
I've seen a Dunce, prefer'd before a Wit,
Base Beggars ride, when Princes walk'd a foot.
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But God doth send, what ever doth befal.
Then why should I repine, my Heart reply'd,
The finest Gold is often purified.
This Object of our present Grief and Woe,
What I affirm without debate may show;
Whose Partes and Person, readiness of Wit,
Did of no Blot, or Blemish base admit.
Religion's root ne'r wither'd nor decay'd
In him: till he Lif's utmost minute pay'd.
Oft Satan snatch'd; but he could only roar;
The God of Truth had muzzl'd him before.
Then (charitable Reader) write me down,
A Christian cros'd doth wear an endless Crown.
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