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AN ELOGY UPON THE Earl of Essex HIS FUNERAL. |
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AN ELOGY UPON THE Earl of Essex HIS FUNERAL.
And are there all the Rites that must be doneThrice Noble ESSEX, Englands Champion?
Some Men, some Walls, some Horses put in black
With the Throng scrambling for Sweet-meats and Sack;
A gawdy Herald, and a Velvet Hearse,
A tattar'd Anagram with grievous Verse,
And a sad Sermon to conclude withall,
Shall this be stil'd great ESSEX's Funeral?
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Less Valour among Heathen made men gods:
Should such a General have dy'd in Rome,
He must have had an Altar, not a Tomb;
And there, in stead of youthful Elegies,
Grave Senators had offer'd Sacrifice
To Divine Devereux: O for a Vote,
(Ye Lords and Commons, ye are bound to do't)
A Vote, that who is seen to smile this year,
A Vote, that who so brings not in a Tear,
Shall be adjudg'd Malignant: It were wise
T'erect an Office in the Peoples eyes,
For issuing forth a constant sum of Tears,
There's no way else to pay him his Arrears:
And when w'have drein'd this Ages eyes quite dry,
Let him be wept the next in History;
Which if Posterity shall dare to doubt,
Then Glosters whisp'ring Walls shall speak him out:
And so his Funeral shall not be done,
Till he return i'th' Resurrection.
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