An elegie on the Earl of Essex. Who cut his own throat in the Tower. July 13. 1683. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03229 of text R36134 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E415). 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 B03229 15609816 Wing E415 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[35] ESTC R36134 99890147 ocm99890147 182520 2240921080

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B03229) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182520) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:1[35]) An elegie on the Earl of Essex. Who cut his own throat in the Tower. July 13. 1683. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for J. Smith., London, : 1683. Verse: "How many strange uncertain fates attend ..." Within mourning borders. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Essex, Arthur Capel, -- Earl of, 1631-1683 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Elegiac poetry, English -- 17th century. eebo An elegie on the Earl of Essex. Who cut his own throat in the Tower. July 13. 1683. anon 1683 1 436 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 ELEGIE On the EARL of ESSEX . Who Cut his own Throat In the TOWER . July 13. 1683. 14 July . 1683 HOW many strange uncertain Fates Attend , The Wandring Pilgrim to his Journeys End . Earth turns to Earth , Water , Air , and Fire , Against the Breath inform'd them , do Conspire ; As every Man were his own Fatal Catch , 'T is in his Hands to forward the Dispatch ; Some in the Field of Venus , Some of Mars , Some meanly Hang themselves , some Hang an Arse : But Mighty Essex , His Victorious Arm , With Griefs Opprest , Receives the Swift Alarm , A Meaner Foe then Steel , He Scorns to own ; Or Fall by any Hand , but by his Own , Achitophel may Hang Himself , and Oats With Judas Swing , and some may cut their Throats , Whom Black Despair , may Urge ; But Essex He , The First that Cut his Throat , for 's Loyalty . Oh! That Despair should ' Tend such Fiery Zeal . This Mighty Sampson of the Common-Weal . Rais'd to Defend , and set his Israel Free . From Popish Rage , Philistian Tiranny , To Shake the Pillars of the Church and State , He Crowns it with his own untimely Fate . Essex the Famous General ; That Name , So dear Recorded in the Books of Fame , With Royal Blood , and Fatal Conquests Cloy'd , Ten Thousand of the Kings best Friends Destroy'd : But thou' rt the First , and shall Recorded be , That Rid him of one Secret Enemy : What Fitter Victim , cou'd Great Essex Bring , T' atone his Crime against an Injur'd King ? But here thy Rage too Desperate appears , To Dye a Martyr to thy Doubts and Fears . Oh Dire Revenge ! Oh! Too Officious Steel , To make that Wound , which Time can never heal . Had'st thou but few Days Courage to with-stand , Jack Catch had done the Business to thy hand . But Oh Despair ! more desperate then thy Guilt , That durst not trust thy self to stand the Tilt. Lest thy false Tongue , shou'd through thy Throat Impart , The Bloody Treasons that opprest thy Heart . This must convince the World , and thy wrong'd Prince , Thou with thy Guilt had'st rather hurry Hence , Then stay to Justifie thy Innocence .

LONDON , Printed for J. Smith . 1683.