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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51365	Eugenia, or, An elegy upon the death of the honourable Madam--	Morgan, Matthew, 1652-1703.	1694 (1694)	Wing M2734; ESTC R28833	22,073	45

inchiostro Petr. Her Off-spring was of a more lasting race Which Sickness can't deform nor Time deface As Pallas in the Thunderer was bred Nothing but wisdom issu'd from her Head On sly Detractors she did always frown Tender of others Credit as her Own The Royal Ermin loves the sweetest Grass Nothing can force it thro' the Dirt to pass 'T will rather fall into the Hunters toil Then its Prerogative-skin with Foulness spoil Dam. EVGENIA too in Painting did delight Musick doth charm the Ear and this the Sight She with a skilful readiness could tell In what nice Touches each one did excel The Pieces when produc'd did quickly know This to be Raphael's that of Angelo To what bold flights the noble Titian flew And the sweet Passion that old Palma drew These Men do on their Darling fancies doat As Bega on his Burdock and his Goat A curious Piece within the spacious Hall Of * Sir Henry Wotton hung too low upon the wall The Pencil here two snarling Doggs did draw With flaming Nostrils and a threatning Paw Blood in their angry Veins did seem to beat What lay before them both was painted Meat A living Mastiff did decide the fray And from the colour'd Rivals tore the Prey The Picture thus deform'd he more did prize And Valued it beyond his Embassies Alc. Some do with sudden indignation flush And Anger is mistaken for a Blush A sweet Complexion on her Cheeks did spread 'T was a pacifick Sea altho 't was Red Rich Cloaths on vulgar Carcasses we see But Jewels do distinguish Quality EVGENIA was not proud of Varnish'd dust She by the Body did her Soul adjust As once a wise Philosopher did say That we in Mirrours should our selves survey That suitable Customes might our Features grace The Life be correspondent to the Face Dam. She like Alc. Nay more Dam. You interrupt me Sir Alc. Who would not in this Case himself prefer More than seven Cities should contend for Her As once for Homer for what eager Earth Would not Ambitious be of such a Birth So that betwixt us only's the Contest By whom she should be Celebrated best Dam. She like a Jewel curiously was set But not to be a talkative Coquet Who 's prating wheresoever she doth come As troublesome as was Mompesson's Drum But Modesty in EVGENIA was refin'd She like the Morning blush'd before she shin'd Things of Importance still her silence broke But you the Oracle must first invoke Not like those old Impostors in the Oak Who doubtful Resolutions did dispense And always whisper'd in a cloven Sense Then Moreland's Trumpet had been right apply'd As good an Oracle as ever ly'd If any thing had happ'ned to displease She turn'd it off with an obliging Ease As once a Man who mixeth up Deceits Was bold to practise with his fil'd Receipts Who with false Succedaneums you doth jilt But his smooth Tongue was like his Boxes Gilt A strict and Solemn Embassy did bring Unto Alphonso that Great Naples King Who Apothegmes spoke and always wit And by Panormitan his Life is writ When the Harangue was by that Emp'rick made An Ear-wig Courtier told the Prince his Trade He smil'd and with a courteous Air reply'd A Reprimand to check the other's Pride How shall we Friend those great Physicians prize If that their Med'cine-makers are so wise Alc. Her injur'd Countrey 's Part she still did take Nothing her upright Constancy could shake Tho' then the times had got a Calenture And inflam'd Bigots rag'd beyond a Cure Then in Addresses fulsome Ink was spent And they Vow'd solemnly what they never meant If one with words too lavishly doth treat You always may suspect him for a Cheat With flatteries they did the Throne beguile And only in a Complement did smile Shew'd their Brass Faces and their Leaden Style They call'd it Peace when 't was a stupid Calm When Jesuits did false wares upon us palm As now in Venice they in Masks did play And when detected they all sneak'd away Nay then the Council-Table was forsook By an Old Sharping Antiquated * F. P. Rook Went to the Pope for a new Bale of Dice Who is the Head infallible of Vice These are the saucy Censurers of Kings Whose charitable Heat doth give them wings Who otherwise within their Holes must keep And scarce are warm'd with Life enough to creep With an affected swelling Air they walk Stare and look Big but not much given to Talk The Devil that possesseth them is Dumb And you may crack these Vermine on your Thumb Nay from a Field of Thistles they will run As once in † Related by Philip de Comines France that great Exploit was done When these Scotch Pike-men rais'd their panick Fears And their arm'd Heads they did mistake for Spears These wretches desecrate the Holy day And come to Church to shew they cannot Pray They draw their Swords in Poland at the Creed To manifest that for that Faith they 'd Bleed These Men would utter a malignant Joy If they our Laws and Gospel could destroy They are the wild Chimaera's of a Dream Are slavish Creatures harness'd in a Teem Sometimes you 're Kill'd by an officious Friend So these subvert the Church they would defend As once a miserable King did lie Half dead with Palsey and the Lethargy The fits almost of Sense did him deprive And this great Person they Embalm'd alive To wrap the Carcass in they dawb'd a cloth To warm and rouze up his Diseases sloth The Surgeon by an evil Genius led The Candle he apply'd to burn the Thread The Monarch was Calcin'd He did expire Another Hercules in an unctuous Fire EVGENIA saw the mighty Torrent come Seine with the Tiber mix'd and France with Rome But righteous Moses did command the flood And then the liquid Crystal solid stood The Waters to arrest their Course he bids And now the Sea too had its Pyramids That Element turn'd Rock it could not run He stop'd the Ocean Joshua the Sun With the last Hand to finish her Renown We 'll to her Laurel add the Civick Crown Dam. And now methinks I see EVGENIA Dye And I my self a sable Mourner by Each took about her Bed a mournful Post Did by their Looks anticipate her Ghost * Torquato Tasso Smarrisce il bel volto in un colore Che non e pallidezza ma candore EVGENIA'S Death was like a Summer's Night Where Darkness still is Checquer'd o're with Light 'T was not a Paleness but a lovely White And now apace the vital Heat abates And now the languid Pulse vermiculates There with her last Regrets she struggling lay Her Soul contending with reluctant Clay And Death by gradual Conquest forc'd its way It first attack'd and then dissolv'd the Eye Where Goodness lodg'd and Wit did sparkling lye The traces of the Soul in it we find It is the legible Index of the Mind Nature with Out-works doth this Fortress hold With curious Coats the texture doth