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Broadside entitled 'Elegie'
To the Memory of the right Honourable
C O U N T E S S OF
W E E M S.
Who departed this Life at Weems, February 20 1688.
Like as an aged lofty-fronted Oak,
Whose Verdu'e, Boughs, and Shelter, might provock,
The proudest in the Dodonean Grove,
Which Superstition did devout to Jove,
Hath many blasts, and many Sun-shines known,
At last unto the dreadful Axe falls down,
So Dies this Lady, whom the Age did find,
Perfections Zenith to all Woman-kind.
But as when thorow crouds we make our way,
It falls, that each mans haste, the whole doth stay,
So fares it in this Subject; that I doubt
So much would pass, that nothing can get out.
For as Her Birth was honourable, and hie,
Come of the greatest of Nobility.
Her Brother, the Great Rothes, nothing under
His Princes Darling, and the Ages wonder,
Whose Worth, and Wit, such hight of Honours won,
That made him Vice Roy, to the Imperial Throne.
Her self by Heaven, and Earth so honoured
She heir'd three Earldoms with Her nuptial Bed
In all the which, either for Wife, or Mother,
Scotland shall never parallel another:
She in in the Floods of Wealth, practis'd Austerity,
And in a throng of Hypocrites, Sincerity,
When croft (by Pious Patience) she was able
To make misfortunes look most amiable.
That her Familiars concluded all,
Dam Nature, had forgot to give her gall.
Her Humors so well poised, all did see,
In stead of gall, the got Geometrie.
So stedfast still, to her was all one matter
If smiles, or smoak, did cause the eyes to water.
Of Fortunes both, she still such measures had,
The hottest Sun casts still the blackest shade.
Where honesty is fixed, there no wind
Canblow't away, or glittering look it blind.
She knew that the just Heavens of times decree,
For joyes uncertain, certain miserie.
That glorious nothing, guilded emptiness,
Honour; did Her great Soul the more depress.
So humble always, that Her very glance
Put pride imperious out of countenance.
That with the rest she had this divine qualitie,
Nunquam parca minus, quam his, qna commaniateti
Si frequentius de mate tua, quam de vita longitudine cogita-
Date of publication:
1688 shelfmark: Ry.III.c.36(002)