An elegy on the death of the right honourabe [sic] Richard Earl of Arran This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03222 of text R232375 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E406). 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 B03222 Wing E406 ESTC R232375 53981648 ocm 53981648 180214 2240859002

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B03222) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 180214) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2820:20) An elegy on the death of the right honourabe [sic] Richard Earl of Arran 1 sheet ([1] p.) [s.n.], Dublin : Printed anno Dom. 1685. Caption title. Imprint from colophon. Text within heavy black mourning border. Reproduction of the original in the National Library of Scotland. eng Arran, Richard Butler, -- Earl of, d. 1686. Elegiac poetry, English -- Ireland -- 17th century. Broadsides -- Ireland -- 17th century. eebo An elegy on the death of the Right Honourabe [sic] Richard Earl of Arran. [no entry] 1685 1 381 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
An Elegy on the Death of the Right Honourabe RICHARD Earl of ARRAN . INsatiable Foe to humane kind Will thou not cease , our worthies to confine , Thou seemst to rob us , of our Prince and Peers , Our griefs thus to renew still with our years , May not less subjects , sufficient matter yield , To appease the fury of thy conquering shield , Then such as be the Pillars of our state , Who were our Countrys Comfort in adverse fate . But now thou do'st our sorrows 'gain recal , And Summon'd us to mourn by th' sudden fall , Of this choice Peer , who with his Loyal race Has had the honour thrice to rule this place , With Loyalty and wisdom , without stain : That neither King , nor Subject could complain , Whose unexpected death moves us with feares Of sad occasion of our future teares . Arran the penult Branch of our great Cedar Ormond , whose shadow was his Countries shelter . In storms apparent now fallen to our grief , Did not young Ossory afford's expect'd relief , Wee might uncessantly bewail our loss With floods of tears and hearts load'd with remorse ; That such a Loyal ofspring does decay , And leaves us so small support at this day . Could pen express the worth , or tongue extol The praise of Arran , then might this little Roll Extended be , with terms of greatest merrit Of him , who now is gone for to inherit The joys eternal unto such vertues due , As did possess his noble breast , with true And pious zeale , to Gods Church and annoynted , Who by his death are of one disapointed That was indued with valour and conduct Sufficient wisdom th' ignorant to instruct , How to obey their God and King's Command , And to be able their foes still t' withstand , Whose loss with tears could we once yet reverse , Wee 'd power forth streams uncessant for his herse , But since we cannot his ransome pay , the more We ought this worthies sudden death deplore .

Dublin . Printed . Anno : Dom : 1685.