P.M.S., an elegiac poem in memory of that truly worthy and loyal gentleman William Whitmore, Esquire, late of Balmes in the county of Middlesex, who being wounded by the casual discharge of his own pistol departed this life July the 31th 1684 F. N. W. 1684 Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2007-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A66551 Wing W28A ESTC R35245 12630884 ocm 12630884 64763 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Whitmore, William, d. 1684. Broadsides -- England -- London -- 17th century 2006-11 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-11 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-12 Pip Willcox Sampled and proofread 2006-12 Pip Willcox Text and markup reviewed and edited 2007-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion P. M. S. An Elegiac POEM IN Memory of that truly worthy and Loyal Gentleman William Whitmore Esquire . Late of Balmes in the County of Middlesex . Who being Wounded by the Casual Discharge of his own Pistol departed this life July the 31th 1684. VIVIT POST FUNERA VIRTUS . VVHen the loud Trump of Fame the News had spread The Young , the Brave , the Generous Whitmor's dead . One general groan tun'd every gentle Breast And flowing Tears from e'ry Eye-lid prest . The Hero that in chase of Fame had trod The slaughter'd Field , and Forded Streams of Blood Flusht in the Arts of Death , yet wept to see A Brother fall without a Victory . Apollo's Sons forsook their Withering Bayes , Laid by their Books , forgot their tuneful Layes , And Dumb with stupid grief , could only sigh Mecenas their lov'd Patrons Elegy . But must he then have none ? If learned Verse Be suffer'd only to attend his Hearse , Raptures and Figures of the first degree Strain'd to the highest Notes of Extasie . Such as of old the Mantuan Bard inspir'd , Or Athens in her Pride of Power admir'd I must be silent ; yet i 've heard it said , The meanest duties which to Heaven are paid Are kindly taken , if devoutly made . What if I then , can't bring as others do ? With what I have , his Funeral Hearse Isle strew , And to the Dust his dear remains Persue : Sad thought , and must he thither go ? Ah Death ! Can nothing bribe thee to recal his Breath ? If hoards of Virtue sav'd in earliest Youth Exalted Wit , Wealth , Loyalty or Truth Are worth thy value , give us back this one Of all the numerous Subjects of thy Throne . From his own gatherd stock he 'le pay thee more , Ten thousand times then what thou 'st got before A few dead bones alas are all thy store . And where 's the Booty , where 's thy Treasure then ? Where thy Proud Conquests o're the Sons of Men ? Vain death , and yet inexorable too ! They happiest are , that in a Camp persue Thy charged Bolts , and snatch a Fate from you . Thus would , thus wisht , our Hero to have fell In a fair Field from Honours Pinnacle ; Amidst the ranks of Ranged Warriors crown'd , With Verdant Bayes , in Rolls of Fame renown'd , Whilst Drums , and Ecchoing Trumpets through the Skies , In doleful Dirges sang his Obsequies . But spiteful Death this you deny'd him too , And basely stole his life e're 't was thy due : His Blooming years scarce past and yet to come Ages of Honour e're he reach't a Tomb , Fate promist him . But Murd'rer as thou art Whilst in Persuit of these , thy Coward Dart Unseen , and unexpected reach't his heart . Malicious Fact ! yet done 't is past redress Thy Shaftes are spent , his Glory near the less , Beyond the grave thy Power can ne're extend , Thy Triumphs there , meet their Appointed end . Whilst Mounted through the Spheres on Angels Wings , He 's made a Courtier of the King of Kings , And ' mongst his Peers the Songs of Glory sings We only have the loss , that yet survive We only mourn , who yet are doom'd to live . Lifes Burthen none on Earth would eas'ly bear The Whips of fortune , and the goads of Care , Th' Oppressors Wrongs , the Laws delay , the Taunts Of Great men , or the Poor mans starving wants . Could they like him Disburthen'd of the Toyl , Be made Possessors of an Heavenly Soyl , Where in Immortal Joys with God above , He tastes the Banquets of Immortal love . by F. N. W. London , Printed for L. Curtis . 1684.