A Funeral elegy in commemoration of the sadly deplored and much- lamented and unhappy death of that unfortunate knight, Sir John Johnston who was executed at Tyburn, the 23th day of December, 1690, for felloniously forcing away the Lady Wharton, an infant, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A85054 of text R42506 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing F2531A). 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 A85054 Wing F2531A ESTC R42506 36282163 ocm 36282163 150067 2240911560

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A85054) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 150067) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2228:15) A Funeral elegy in commemoration of the sadly deplored and much- lamented and unhappy death of that unfortunate knight, Sir John Johnston who was executed at Tyburn, the 23th day of December, 1690, for felloniously forcing away the Lady Wharton, an infant, &c. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for J. Millet, at the Angel, in Little- Brittain, [London] : [1690] Dated in ms.: 24 Dec. 1690. Printed in two columns, with mourning border and funereal headpiece. Reproduction of original in the Newberry Library. eng Johnston, John, -- Sir, d. 1690. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo A funeral elegy, in commemoration of the sadly deplored and much-lamented and unhappy death of that unfortunate knight, Sir John Johnston; who was exe [no entry] 1690 1 545 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. 2007-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-12 Sampled and proofread 2007-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

MENENTO MORI

A FUNERAL ELEGY , IN COMMEMORATION Of the sadly Deplored and much-Lamented and Unhappy DEATH of that Unfortunate Knight , Sir John Johnston ; Who was Executed , at Tyburn , the 23th . day of December , 1690. for Felloniously forcing away the Lady Wharton , an Infant , &c.

LICENSED , according to Order .

SIth unto me , Unworthy , you commit This worthy Task ( for better Muses fit ) To Sing ( nay rather , sadly to deplore ) This common Loss , that nothing can restore . You , Sacred Brood , born of Celestial Race , You Virgin-Youths , that poure down the Grace Of Arts and Learning on your Servant , dear , Vouchsafe Assistance to my Mourning here : Teach me sad Accents , and a weeping Measure , To strain forth Pity , not Revenge and Pleasure . And you , my Private Cares ( although the cause Of your Despairs ; does never ; never Pause ) Pause you a little , and give ear a-while , 'Midst publick Griefs , my private to beguile . Give leave , I pray you ; for a private Case Unto a publick , ever must give place . Alas ! how fitly is this Life of ours , Compar'd to Field Grass , and to fading Flowers ? Fresh , green and gallant , in the Morning-Sun , Wither'd and Dead , before the Day be done ! Did ever yet the Worlds bright Eye behold ( Since first th' Eternal Earthly Slime enfoul'd ) A Frame of Flesh , so Glorious here beneath , But hath been ruin'd by the rage of Death ? Of Death , dread Victor of all Earthly thing , Who in a moment equals Clowns with Kings . No Wealth can wage him , nor no Wit prevent him ; No lovely Beauty can at all relent him : Nay , ( which is worse ) no Virtue can avail ; Ah me ! that Death on Virtue should prevail ! But 't is decreed , Death is the Mead for Sin ; This , by Ambition , did our Grand-Sire win : And We , the Heirs both of his work and wages , Must all Dye once , throughout all after-Ages . And Here , for instance , see this Sable Hearse , Shrowding the Subject of my Mournful Verse ! What shalt thou see more , far more living here ? This Heaven , this Sun , thou oft before hast seen ; And should'st thou live another Plato's Year , This World would be the same that it hath been , Death's end of Ills , and onely Sanctuary , Of him that cannot 'scape the Grudge and Gall Of a Potent and Mighty ADVERSARY : It is a Point , which Heaven appoints to all . There 's Rest Eternal for thy Labours , rise ; There 's for thy Bondage , boundless Liberty : There when Death endeth , she begins thy Life : And where's no more Time , there is Eternity . FINIS .

Printed for J. Millet , at the Angel , in Little-Brittain .