An elegy on the death of Denzil Ld Holles who departed this life the 10th day of Feb. 1679/80. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A38959 of text R25574 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E369A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A38959 Wing E369A ESTC R25574 09016129 ocm 09016129 42250 2264219681

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A38959) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 42250) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1282:17) An elegy on the death of Denzil Ld Holles who departed this life the 10th day of Feb. 1679/80. 1 broadside. s.n., [London? : 1680] In verse. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Holles, Denzil Holles, -- Baron, 1599-1680 -- Poetry. eebo An elegy on the death of Denzil Ld Holles, who departed this life the 10th day of Feb. 1679/80. [no entry] 1680 1 457 1 0 0 0 0 0 21.88 C The rate of 21.88 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-07 Sampled and proofread 2008-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
An Elegy on the death of Denzil Ld Holles , Who departed this Life the 10th day of Feb. 1679/80 IS HOLLES Dead ! the Protestants best Friend , Whose Zeal and Care for England had no end ; Who in these times of Jealousie and Fear , Did shine so bright , transparent , and so clear ? Were it not Sin and Hell to do the Deed , Methinks I could dispatch my self , and bleed Thy Sacrifice . Bless'd man ! Oh how my heart Beats to get out and follow thee ! One Dart , The weakest in Death's Quiver , now would be Enough to let my Soul out after thee . Lament his Death ( Oh ) all true Protestants , And pray to God for to supply our Wants With more such Loyal and Deserving Lords ; For such as he , our Land but few affords . But why ( alas ) should we lament in vain ? Our loss of him on Earth , proves his great gain . His well-spent Lise's reward 〈◊〉 a Crown Of Fame immortal , and with great Renown . Death was our Enemy , to him a Friend . Long had he liv'd , yet faithful to the End . Our Chronicles take notice of his Fame , And crown with Praises his Immortal Name ; Who always Loyal was to a Just Cause ; And still upheld both God and Kingdoms Laws , With all the Priviledge of Parliament ; Which was aparent by those Books he sent Into the world : For he both rightly knew What should be done , and what himself should do . It 's true indeed , at 's house he lay in State , But how ? ( for him ) after too mean a rate ; Too mean a rate , I say , for such a One , Who truely was in State , when we saw none ; Stately in Life , and stately after Death : His best State came , now he 's depriv'd of Breath . The Best , when dead , their Love no more impart , But their departure reaches each mans-heart ; The Bad , when dead , lamented is by none But thus ; Why such a man is dead and gone . Vivit post funera virtus , still will be The good mans Motto , and his Elegie ; Whose Name on Earth we 'll never cease to praise , But to his Honour ever Victims raise . Then for great Holles , let this word be given ; He liv'd and died well , now reigns in Heaven .