An Elegy on the Right Honourable Sir John Chapman, Knt., lord mayor of the city of London who departed this life on Sunday the seventeenth of March, 1688/9, at his mansion-house at Grocers-Hall. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A39159 of text R36185 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E436A). 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 A39159 Wing E436A ESTC R36185 15615227 ocm 15615227 104156 2269047309

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A39159) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 104156) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1591:32) An Elegy on the Right Honourable Sir John Chapman, Knt., lord mayor of the city of London who departed this life on Sunday the seventeenth of March, 1688/9, at his mansion-house at Grocers-Hall. 1 broadside. Printed for Randall Taylor ..., London : 1688/9 [i.e. 1689] In verse. Within mourning borders, with emblems and motto. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Chapman, John, -- Sir, 1633-1689 -- Poetry. eebo An Elegy on the Right Honourable Sir John Chapman, Knt., lord mayor of the city of London who departed this life on Sunday the seventeenth of March, 1 [no entry] 1689 1 562 2 0 0 0 0 0 35.59 D The rate of 35.59 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

MEMENTO MORI :

AN ELEGY On the Right Honourable Sir JOHN CHAPMAN K nt . Lord Mayor of the City of London ; Who departed this Life on Sunday the Seventeenth of March , 1688/9 at his Mansion-House at Grocers-Hall . ROom for our Tears , for here are Thousands come , To Vent our Grief at his Commanding Tomb. See how each Honest Blubber'd Cheek doth wear The Sad Enamel of a Briny Tear ! Each Soul turns a close Mourner in its Cell , And ev'ry Tongue becomes a Passing Bell ; Ev'n Heaven to lend more moisture to our Eyes At his Remove , in Tears did Sympathise But Oh! What Mortals Genius can Devise A Decent Floud for such a Sacrifice ? His Mighty worth must in our hearts be writ , For 't is above the reach of Head or Wit . Such was his Just and Generous Behaviour , Got him the Peoples Love and Princes favour . Worth , not Advancement , doth beget Esteem ; The Highest Weathercock the Least doth seem . To the Kings hand he Ow'd his Great Renown , But still the Merit of it to his Own. Though like the Orbs commanding from afar ; He that Our Pilot was , is now our Star : Yet though by many Spheres Divided hence , Governs this City still by Influence . To Charity the way he Nobly led , And Dy'd to let us see She was not dead ; But ( what his Bounty with the Highest Ranks ) It was not Known till it could know no Thanks ; That Empty Puff of Praise he car'd not for The Benefactor is Gods Creditor . He Liv'd to see the Glory of the Land , Our Mighty KING by mighty Love Command He Liv'd to see Our Good and Gracious LORD , Our Peace , and Liberty , by him Restor'd ; And then with Joy Resign'd his Vital Breath , And willingly Embrac'd the arms of Death . See how the Pious Marble seems to weep , As being Conscious , whatsoe're doth sleep ? The much-lov'd Ashes of a Mayor so Good , Should be of Better worth , than Stone , or Wood : And Boasting , seems to say , His Name will be An Everlasting Monument to me . Angels now sing to thee their Cryes Divine And Joy in an applause so great as Thine . Here Every Mourner cause has to be Chief , And need Gradation to so great a grief Whilst thy Great memory Lives with us , and shall With the World only , have a Funeral . What can I Further add ? Here in a word Lyes the Comptroller of the Gown and Sword.
EPITAPH . COmpel me not to speak aloud , Death would then Grow too too proud , At the Great Soul he has subdu'd . Ask you ! Why so many a Tear Burst's forth ! I 'le tell you in your Ear , 'T is the Great Chapmans Dust lies here . That is the mighty cause therefore , Thankless Reader , never more Vrge a , Why thus Tears run o're .

London , Printed for Rand●● Taylor near Stationers-Hall , 168●/9 180.