On the death of the Right Honourable Thomas Earl of Ossory. Flatman, Thomas, 1637-1688. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B22998 of text R232345 in the English Short Title CatalogTextual 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. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 3 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B22998 Wing F1146 Interim Tract Supplement Guide 807.g.5.[11] ESTC R232345 99888854 ocm99888854 196364 2240903789

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 Early English books online text creation partnership. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B22998) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 196364) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; F2:3[9]) On the death of the Right Honourable Thomas Earl of Ossory. Flatman, Thomas, 1637-1688. 4 p. Printed at Dublin by Benjamin Tooke and John Crooke, printers to the Kings most Excellent Majestie; and are to be sold by Mary Crooke at his Majesties Printing-house in Skinner-Row., [Dublin] : 1680. Signed at end: Thomas Flatman. In verse. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ossory, Thomas Butler, -- Earl of, 1634-1680 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo On the death of the Right Honourable Thomas Earl of Ossory. . n/a 1680 4 843 1 0 0 0 0 0 11.86 C The rate of 11.86 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2013-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2014-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-02 Sampled and proofread 2014-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2014-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
ON THE DEATH Of the Right Honourable THOMAS Earl of Ossory . Pindariq' Ode . Stan●a 1. NO more ! — alas , that bitter word No more ! The Great , the Just , the Generous , the Kind , The Universal Darling of Mankind . The Noble OSSORY is now , No more ! The mighty Man is fall'n — From Glory's lofty Pinacle ; Meanly like one of us , He fell Not in the hot pursuit of Victory , As gallant men would choose to dy , But tamely like a poor Plebeian , from His Bed To the Dark Grave a Captive led ; Emasculating Sighs and Groans around , His Friends in flouds of sorrow drown'd ; His awful Truncheon , and bright Arms laid by , He bow'd his Glorious Head to Destiny . 2. Celestial Powers , how unconcern'd you are ? No black Eclipse , or Blazing-Star Presag'd the Death of this Illustrious Man , No Deluge , No , nor Hurricane ; In her old wonted Course Nature went on , As if some common thing were done , One single Victim to Death's Altar come , And not in OSSORY an whole Hecatomb . Yet , when the Founder of Old Rome expir'd , When the Pellean Youth resign'd his breath , And when the great Dictator stoop't to Death , Nature , and all her Faculties retir'd ; Amaz'd she started when amaz'd she saw The breaches of her Ancient Fundamental Law , Which kept the world in aw ; For Men less brave than Him , her very heart did ake , The labouring Earth did quake , And Trees their sixt Foundations did forsake ; Nature in some prodigious way Gave Notice of their fatal Day ; Those lesser griefs with pain she thus exprest , This did confound , and overwhelm her Breast . 3. Shrink ye Crown'd Heads , that think your selves secure , And from your Mouldring Thrones look down , Your greatness cannot long endure , The King of Terrors claims you for his own ; You are but Tributaries to his dreadful Crown : Renown'd , Serene , Imperial , most August , Are only high and mighty Epithets for Dust . In vain , in vain so high Our tow'ring Expectations fly , While the blossoms of our hopes , so fresh , so gay , Appear , and promise Fruit , then fade away ; From valiant OSSORY's ever Loyal Hands What did we not beleive ? We dream't of yet unconquer'd Lands He to his Prince could give , And Neighbouring Crowns retrieve ; Expected that He would in Triumph come Laden with Spoils , and Affrick Banners home , As if an Hero's years Were as unbounded , as our fond Desires . 4. Lament , lament , you that dare Honour love , And court her at a Noble Rate ( Your Prowess to approve ) That dare Religiously upon her wait And blush not to be Good , when you grow Great , Such Mourners suit His Virtue , and His State : And You , brave Soul , who for Your Countries Good Did wondrous Things in Fields , and Seas of Blood , Lament th' undaunted Chief that led you on ; Whose Exemplary Courage could inspire The most degenerate heart with Martial English Fire . Your Bleeding wounds who shall hereafter dress With an Indulgent tenderness ; Touch with a Melting sympathy , Who shall your Wants supply ? Since He , your good Samaritan is gone . O Charity ! thou Richest Boon of Heaven To man , in pity given ! For when well-meaning Mortals , give , The Poor's and their own Bowels they relieve ; Thou mak'st us with alacrity to Dy , Miss'd and bewail'd like Thee large-hearted OSSORY . 5. Arise ye blest Inhabitants above , From your Immortal Seats arise , And on our wonder , on our Love Gaze with astonish'd Eyes . Arise ! arise ! make Room , Th' exalted Shade is come . See where He comes ! what Princely Port He bears ! How god-like He appears ! His shining Temples round With Wreaths of Everlasting Laurels bound ! As from the Bloody Field of Mons He came , Where He out-fought th' Hyperbolies of Fame . See how the Guardian Angel of our Isle Receives the Deifi'd Champion with a smile ! Welcome the Guardian Angel says , Full of Songs , of Joy and Praise , Welcome thou art to me , And to these Regions of Serenity ! Welcome the winged Quire resounds , While with loud Euges all the Sacred Place abounds . THOMAS FLATMAN . FINIS .

Printed at Dublin by Benjamin Tooke and John Crooke , Printers to the Kings most Excellent Majestie ; and are to be sold by Mary Crooke at his Majesties Printing-House in Skinner-Row . 1680.