"Thy mighty Soul, stamp'd of Heav'n's noblest Coin, / More Pure than Gold, more Precious and Divine, / Does in thy Everlasting Vertues shine."
— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for John Whitlock
Date
1694
Metaphor
"Thy mighty Soul, stamp'd of Heav'n's noblest Coin, / More Pure than Gold, more Precious and Divine, / Does in thy Everlasting Vertues shine."
Metaphor in Context
V.
But say, What shall I worthy Thee rehearse?
Too high my Subject, and too mean my Verse.
Say in what Lays, in what immortal Strain,
In what bright Numbers wilt thou live again?
For tho' thy Body mingled in the Dust does lie,
Thy Soul, which never is to die;
Thy mighty Soul, stamp'd of Heav'n's noblest Coin,
More Pure than Gold, more Precious and Divine,
Does in thy Everlasting Vertues shine:
Thy Everlasting Vertues did I say?
Yes, sure, they will remain;
Yes, sure they will for ever last, and reign,
Beyond the Last and Everlasting Day.
Nor art Thou gone, whilst there is left behind
The best and truest Image of Thy Mind.
Vertue does Thy resemblance show,
And still Thou breathest in th' Example which Thou gav'st below.
As when the God of Light descends to rest
In the deep Ocean of the sultry West,
Some steps of Phoebus we may still behold,
He fringes all the Clouds with Silver and with Gold.
(p. 6)
But say, What shall I worthy Thee rehearse?
Too high my Subject, and too mean my Verse.
Say in what Lays, in what immortal Strain,
In what bright Numbers wilt thou live again?
For tho' thy Body mingled in the Dust does lie,
Thy Soul, which never is to die;
Thy mighty Soul, stamp'd of Heav'n's noblest Coin,
More Pure than Gold, more Precious and Divine,
Does in thy Everlasting Vertues shine:
Thy Everlasting Vertues did I say?
Yes, sure, they will remain;
Yes, sure they will for ever last, and reign,
Beyond the Last and Everlasting Day.
Nor art Thou gone, whilst there is left behind
The best and truest Image of Thy Mind.
Vertue does Thy resemblance show,
And still Thou breathest in th' Example which Thou gav'st below.
As when the God of Light descends to rest
In the deep Ocean of the sultry West,
Some steps of Phoebus we may still behold,
He fringes all the Clouds with Silver and with Gold.
(p. 6)
Categories
Provenance
Searching "stamp" and "soul" in HDIS (Poetry); Found again "coin"; found again "gold"
Citation
2 entries in ESTC (1694).
A Pindarique Ode: Humbly Offer'd to the Ever-Blessed Memory of our Late Gracious Sovereign Lady, Queen Mary. Written by J.D. Gent. (London: Printed for John Whitlock, in Stationer's Court, near Amen Corner, 1694. [i.e. 1695]). <Link to ESTC>
A Pindarique Ode: Humbly Offer'd to the Ever-Blessed Memory of our Late Gracious Sovereign Lady, Queen Mary. Written by J.D. Gent. (London: Printed for John Whitlock, in Stationer's Court, near Amen Corner, 1694. [i.e. 1695]). <Link to ESTC>
Date of Entry
04/08/2005
