But Learning (in which none can have a share,
Unless they climb to it by Time and Care,
Learning, the trueft Wealth which Man can
have)

Does, with his Body, perish in his Grave:
To Tenements of Clay it is confin'd,

Tho' 'tis the Noblest Purchase of the Mind:
Oh, why can we thus leave our Friends poffeft
Of all our Acquifitions but the best?

Still when we study Cowley, we lament, That to the World he was no longer lent;

Who, like a Lightning, to our Eyes was shown,

So bright he fhin'd, and was fo quickly gone.
Sure he rejoyc❜d to see his Elame expire,

Since he himself could not have rais'd it higher;
Eor when wife Poets can no higher flie,

They would, like Saints, in their perfection die.

Though Beauty fome Affection in him bred, Yet only Sacred Learning he would wed; By which th'Illustrious Off-spring of his Brain,

Shall over Wit's great Empire ever Reign: His Works fhall Live, when Pyramids of Pride Shrink to such Ashes as they long did hide.

That Sacrilegious Fire (which did laft Year Level thofe Piles which Piety did rear) Dreaded near that Majestick Church to flic, Where English Kings, and English Poets lie: It at an awful distance did expire,

Such pow'r had Sacred Ashes o'er that Fire; Such as it durft not near that Structure come Which Fate had order'd to be Conley's Tomb; And 'twill be ftill preferv'd, by being so, From what the rage of future Flames can do Material Fire dares not that place infest,

Where he who had immortal Flame does reft.

There

There let his Urn remain; for it was fit
Amongst our Kings to lay the King of Wit :
By which the Structure more renown'd will

prove

For that part bury'd, than for all above.

ON THE

DEATH

OF

King CHARLES II.

Writ at that Time,

By the Right Honourable
Charles Montague,Baron Halifax.

F

Arewel, Great Charles, Monarch of Blest
Renown,

The best Good Man, that ever fill'd a Throne:
Whom Natu re,as her highest Pattern wrought,
And mixt both Sexes Vertues in one Draught.
KO

Wildom

Wisdom for Councils, Bravery in War,

With all the mild Good-nature of the Fair.

The Woman's Sweetness temper'd Manly Wit, And Loving Power did Crown'd with Meeknefs fit ;

His awful Perfon Reverence engag'd,

Which mild Address and Tenderness affwag'd: Thus the Almighty Gracious King above, Does both command our Fear, and win our Love.

With Wonders born, by Miracles preferv'd, A Heavenly Host the Infant's Cradle ferv'd, And Men His healing Empire's Omen read, When Sun with Stars, and Day with Night, agreed.

His Youth for valourous Patience was renown'd, Like David, perfecuted first, then Crown'd, Lov'd in all Courts, admir'd where e'er he came, At once our Nation's Glory, and its Shame :

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