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 eng Mountrath, Charles Coote, -- Earl of, ca. 1610-1661. Elegiac poetry, English -- Ireland -- 17th century. eebo Elegies on the much lamented death of the right honorable, the Earl of Mountrath. [Jones, John, of Trinity College, Dublin] 1661 10 1493 27 0 0 0 0 0 180.84 F The rate of 180.84 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2014-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-09 Sampled and proofread 2014-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

ELEGIES ON THE , Much lamented Death of the Right Honorable the EARL OF Mountrath .

DUBLIN , Printed by John Crook , Printer to the Kings most Excellent Majesty : And are to be sold by Samuel Dancer , Bookseller in Castle-street . 1661.

AN ELEGIE ON THE Happy Memory of the Right Honorable Sir Charles Coote Knight and Baronet , Earl of Mountrath , Viscount of Castle-Coote , Baron of Castle-Cuff , Lord President of Connaught , and one of the Lords Justices of Ireland WHen Caesars die , Fates Ceremonies are To complement them with an Ush'ring Star : As in fair Books black patches now and then Do reconcile the losses of the Pen : So Nature doth on purpose Ast'risks wear , To show that something is deficient there . But yet Mountrath is gone ; nor does the hair Of any flaming beard affright the air . Atropos shav'd the Comets sure , to show That when he dies , the Stars themselves die too . Or else his modest Harbinger forbore To boast a sight , least that we should adore . Death play'd the wanton here , to swallow down The Cleopatran Jewels of the Crown . She like a daring Scaevola , did contrive To take away the KING ; but He 's alive . For not the Fates themselves have pow'r o'er Him , But pay Allegiance to His Diadem . Yet though she err'd , she 's not mistaken , since She has hit CHARLS , although she mist the Prince . 'T was like the fatal stroak was giv'n by Cain , In Him the third part of our World was slain . Nay more ; for all had perish'd , but that He Breaths still in Eustace and in Orrery . Sejanus thus grown Darling unto Fame , When every Stone and Statue learn'd his Name ; Nay , Altars were prepar'd by giddy Rome , To make it smell the sweeter by perfume ; Just like a Phoenix in his Incense dies , And falls himself to Fate a Sacrifice . In Fame and Fate we meet his Parallel ; So fell the Great Sejanus : so Coote fell . The diff'rence is , the first had fame , ( 't is true ; ) The last had Honour , and deserv'd it too : Nay more ; Sejanus fell , Statues and all : But Coote rebounds the higher by his fall . They laught at Him ; but here the People do Not onely mourn Cootes death , but Caesar too . Ambitious Fate by this unhappy stroak , Has lop'd an Arm from off the Royal Oak : The Oak that CHARLS lay hid in ; whose true brest Rejoyc'd to lodg the Eagle in a nest . As far as wisdom suffer'd , He withstood , B'ing Best , when 't was a sin to be but Good ; He liv'd true to his King , and to his Cause ; Defended English Faith and English Laws . And may his Soul by Proxy ever live I' th' noble Brest where still it doth survive . There is no eye that 's so Heretical , But wou'd drop Holy-water at his Fall . The Protestants in him did mourn their loss ; ●●d Papists lov'd him , as they lov'd a Cross . But why should we desire Mountrath to stay ? ●eth ' Potter of his Soul , who ' d not leave Clay ? 〈◇〉 will not drown his Urn , onely we must ●… some obsequious drops to lay his dust : ●●ose sacred relicks they that won't adore , 〈◇〉 needs be thought Idolaters the more . ●… ll run o th' score with Grief , and Sackcloth borrow , e Death provides such Ashes for our sorrow . 〈◇〉 'cause that silence speaks the waters deep , ● 'll mourn within , and not disturb his sleep . ●hen let him rest , untill the Lamb shall say , ●hy Winter's Spring , sins night is turn'd to day ; ●rise my Love , my Dove , and come away . Jo . Jones .
IN EUNDEM , HIBERNIAE ΘΡΗΝΩΔΙΑ . Ter Montrathiam signavit calculus urnam , Et Carolina gemit funere manca Trias . 〈◇〉 praelata juvat , letho Lictore , Securis ? Fasces , Consul , sentiat ipse suos . ●riumphales dignus conscendere currus . ●… istia , deceptus Morte , Feretra subit . ●… ntes Lauris immiscuit illa Cupressos , ●… ntrathius Comes est , & meus , inquit , erit . ●… tum quis non potuit praedicere , Θητα ●●i finem Tituli viderit esse novi . ●… or nunquam , nec amantior umbra recessit , ●●is erat , sed non unius Orbis Amor . 〈◇〉 purpureo quod plurima sedit in ore , ●diae non est hoc , sed Amoris opus . ●… thium certe vel morbus amavit , & ergo ●dit pulchris oscula tanta genis .
Hiberniae & Mortis DIALOGUS . Hibernia . CUr non indulges Carolinae saevior umbrae ? Foelices poterat quae meruisse moras . Cur regni cecidit pars tertia ? sanguine vestram Non alio poteras exsatiare sitim ? Quid nostrae marcet dulcissima cura Coronae ? Et geminis Caroli vivere digna rosis ? Mors . Quid frustrà tua fata doles improvida ? Falci Summittit flores & Diadema suos . Ille fuit vestri ( fateor ) Flos Gloria campi , Sed tamen Elysio dignior ergò fuit . An caecam nescis Lachesin , quae stamina versat , Ex auro filum sit licèt , illa secat . Hibernia . Non mihi quod Lachesis tua , Mors , sit caeca dolebit , Sed quòd ego jam sum caeca futura dolet : At nostros sine luce oculos cur ambio ? noster Montrathius Sol est , Montrathiúsque Dies . In freta quin abeant duo , lumina nostra , doloris Hisque erit Oceanis , ejus arena , cinis . Mors . Sic urnas ludunt fugitivis Belides undis , Umbram , crede mihi , nec freta bina lavant . Montrathii , vestrae fuerint si flumina , guttam Addere Clepsidrae non potuere genae : ●ec prece , nec lachrymis , Adamantina fata liquescunt ; Pervenit ad surdas nulla querela Deas . Hibernia . Surdescant Parcae , at certè mea pectora tangit , Haec , illae , vitam quam vetuere , dabunt . Tam charum nobis caput est flevisse voluptas , Gaudia dat , quamvis gaudia moesta , dolor . Saeva licèt sint Fata , adeò crudelia cur sint ? Tam numerosam , unâ , cur statuere necem ? Si nollent illi , at saltem mihi parcere possint , Quid nostras armant in sua damna genas ? Quid nobis fieri nos cogunt fata , volebant Invida diluvio quemque perire suo . Mors . Ipsa leves gemitus , omni sine pondere fundis , Vitae , umbrâ hac , non est linea tacta , tuae . Hibernia . Occubuit dilecta , animae & pars optima nostrae , Vivere , non vitam , sed valuisse reor . Invida ludentis Mortis ludibria ! vitam Ipsa aufers , & me vivere saeva jubes . Sed quibus insidiis vicisti subdola Fortem ? Nam certum est bello non cecidisse pari . Mors . Martem , stulta , tuum Parcae sine Marte domabunt , Nec mens , Herculeae nec valuere manus . Non tantum Lydiae persolvit pensa Puellae Alcides , aliâ subditus ille colo est . Hibernia . Si nil profuerant vires , neque pectoris aestus , At poterat tetricas forma movere Deas . Et movit tua forma Deas , tua forma sorores ; Incidit in flammas Atropos ipsa tuas . Ille rubor vultûs , & vivus candor , amicas Qui poterant flammis conciliare nives : Illi te rapiunt , te formosissime perdunt , Materies Forma est , Funeris una tui . Ah Fatis utinam fueris , Comes inclyte , charus Aut minùs , aut fatis charior ipse tuis . Mors . Quin tristes noli toties animare querelas , Spirabit gemitu non magis ille tuo . Quem dilexisti , cur sic odisse videris , Hostis nè vester sit , rationis amor . Ipso dignus erat , vel te , tibi , judice , Coelo ; Quid cupis ingratas nectere fata moras ? Suscepturus iter conscendit Plaustra ; Booten Hunc voluit Carolus syderis esse sui . Hibernia . Indefessa suos siccant suspiria nimbos , Quae fudit , sparsas , cura , serenat aquas : Nè sacram forsan madidus dolor obruat urnam , Plus satis est , passum hunc , vel semel esse necem . Ambitiosa pedes jam lambunt sydera ; coeli Te digni , coelis tu quoque dignus eras . Sed tamen in coelos utinámque & serius isses , Ut fieret vestris terra beata moris . At Coelo potiare tuo , modò parcat Iërnae , Pro te , si coelis invidet illa tuis . Jo . Jones , Trin . Col. in Art. 〈◇〉