MEMENTO MORI   outline of tombstone including emblems of Death which surrounds text  
AN ELEGY ON That Illustrious and Highborn PRINCE RUPERT, Who Died on Wednesday November the 29th.  
1. Dec. 1682  

FArewell, thou Bravest of the Great, Farewell,  
When Fame shall thy Unbiast Virtues tell;  
Thy Match no History shall ever find,  
Thou Universal Favourite of Mankind;  
Whilst Factions Boyl, whilst Bandying Parties clash,  
And meeting Tides their angry Billows dash,  
Whilst Heat meets Heat, and thwarting Ferments Reign,  
Rupert alone, firm to Truth's Golden mean  
Held his, even Souls miraculous Balance right,  
The Country's Darling, yet the Courts delight;  
Honour in Thee, united all Her Charms,  
In glory's Race, in Battle and in Arms;  
No fiercer Fires e'er filled a Hero's Breast,  
In Peace thy mind a perfect Halcyon Nest,  
Where Manly Virtue kept Her Princely Throne,  
Yet so retired as if Her State were gone:  
A mind so firm, all irregular Heat,  
The restless Burning fever of the Great;  
A mind where all Perfections mixed so well,  
The equal Glory of a Camp or Cell.   

When future Ages shall with Honour tell  
Things Dismal, that black Masterpiece of Hell,  
The Royal Martyrs Wound, a Blow so great,  
Posterity shall start but to repeat:  
In the sad Tale, Great rupert's Deeds shall come,  
And blossom on his Sacred Masters Tomb.   

No hand more Active, and no sharper Sword,  
The Throats of England's Rebel Hydra gored;  
And if in that lost day, when Fates dire Blow,  
Had destined Truth and Loyalties overthrow;  
Inth ' Universal wrack, Great Rupert sunk,  
Whilst starting Fortune from his Bannors shrunk;  
His Courage only swelled his Sails too High,  
Till his great Soul onset his Victory:  
Our English Hannibal, like him, alone  
By his unmannaged Conquests overthrown.   

Whilst that mad Chandteer, with fury hurled,  
Ambition drives the Jehues of the World;  
Whilst Ensigns fly, Drums beat, and Trumpets sound,  
Or Conquering Heroes are with Laurels Crowned,  
Fame's deathless Book shall keep in Leaves of Brass,  
Proud rupert's Name enrouled till Times last Glass:  
Nor is thy Memory here only Crowned,  
But lives in Arts, as well as Arms renowned;  
Thou Prideless Thunderer, that stooped so low,  
To force the very Bolts thy Arm should throw,  
Whilst the same Eyes Great Rupert did admire  
Shining in Fields, and sooty at the Fire:  
Perceiving thee advanced in Fields and Arms so far  
At once the Mars and Vulcan of the War,  
Till Dancing Cyclops shall thy praise repeat,  
And on their Anvils thy tuned Glories Beat.   Written by a Person of Quality.  

LONDON, Printed for Langly Curtis, 1682.