An Elegy on the death of James Hoare, Esq. master controller of His Majesty's mint at the Tower, vvho departed this life November the 24th, 1696. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A38982 of text R36074 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E372A). 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. 4 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 A38982 Wing E372A ESTC R36074 15599694 ocm 15599694 104045 2248512188

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A38982) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 104045) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1591:4) An Elegy on the death of James Hoare, Esq. master controller of His Majesty's mint at the Tower, vvho departed this life November the 24th, 1696. 1 broadside. s.n., [London? : 1696] In verse. Imprint suggested by Wing. Within mourning borders, with emblems and motto. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Hoare, James, d. 1696 -- Poetry. eebo An Elegy on the death of James Hoare, Esq. master controller of His Majesty's mint at the Tower, vvho departed this life November the 24th, 1696. [no entry] 1696 1 583 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

MEMENTO MORI :

outline of tombstone including emblems of Death which surrounds text
AN ELEGY On the Death of JAMES HOARE , Esq Master Controller of his Majestys Mint at the Tower , Who departed this Life November the 24th , 1696. HARK now , methinks I hear a dismal Cry , As if some fatal Tragedy drew nigh : Alas , What means this tingling in my Ears These doleful Sounds , that fill my Breast with Cares . The fatal Omen must protend some Ill ; Surely some sacred Saint to Day is fell . Alas ! It is too True , the worthy Hoare , This Day has lanch'd Eternity's wide Shore , Never to rise , till Time shall be no more : Oh! How cou'd he so soon bequeath his Breath , Without a Comet to protend his Death . Yet so it is , Fate often proves unkind ; To take the Best , and leave the Worst behind . Let us then mourn in Eleagic Verse , And weep in Brine ore his renowned Herse : For Death , his most Tyranick Force imparts , That we with melting Grief may break our Hearts . Oh! Let this Melancholy Hour be Griefs everlasting Day of Jubilee : For he is gone untimely ravish'd hence , Who liv'd in Love , and dy'd in Innocence : Admir'd and belov'd by all Man-kind ; The poor Man's Father , and the rich Man's Friend . Great was his Worth , but his Compassion more , Dispencing liberally to the Poor , A sort of daily Pension from his Store : Nor was his Vertues only here confin'd ; For large was the Endowments of his Mind : Stade in his Judgment , and approv'd in Sence , Fit for the Service of so great a Prince . Stay daring Muse , Oh! whither wilt thou fly ; Alas thou canst not reach his Piety , He was so Great , so Good , and yet he fell : Thus dy'd that worthy Saint who liv'd so well . Weep ! wring your Hands , and bitterly Lament , The Fall of this departed Innocent ; And let your mournful Accents upwards fly , And with repeated Terror rend the Sky : Mourn as that Prophet mourn'd when Saul did lay , Weltring in Gore on the Mount Gilboa ; Or as that doleful Lamentation fell , In Aggamemnon's melancholy Vale. Yet hold my Muse , forbear thy melting Tears , Alas ! He 's fled above the reach of Cares ; Whose pious Shade with singing Cherubs ly's , Repos'd in everlasting Paradice , Where joyful Hims to their God they sing , And praise the Name of Heaven's Almighty King . Crown'd with the fearful Labours of his Life , He 's exil'd from a wretched World of Grief , To Life for ever in that bright aboad , Prepar'd to entertain the Just and Good .
EPETAPH . Within this dark and gloomy Monument , Behold there lys the Relicks of a Saint : Who left these fadeing Glories , to posses An everlasting Seat of Happiness . When in this moving World he liv'd , his Life Was free from Broyls and vain tumultuous Strife . In Deeds of Charity he did excel , And took his chief Delight in doing well . So here he liv'd belov'd , and at his Fall , He dy'd lamented and bewail'd of all .