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A53879	Verses by the University of Oxford on the death of the most noble and right valiant Sir Bevill Grenvill, alias Granvill, Kt. who was slain by the rebells at the battle on Lansdown-Hill near Bathe, July the 5, 1643.	University of Oxford.; Birkhead, Henry, 1617?-1696.	1684 (1684)	Wing O989; ESTC R18022	30,066	120

to yield Each sought an Honour'd Grave and gain'd the Field Thus He being fall'n his Action fought a new And the Dead conquer'd whiles the Living slew This was not Natures Courage nor that thing We Valour call which Time and Reason bring But a Diviner Fury Fierce and High Valour transported into Extasie Which Angells looking on Us from above Use to conveigh into the Souls they love You now that boast the Spirit and its sway Shew Us his Second and we 'l give the Day We know your Politique Axiom Lurk or Fly Ye cannot Conquer ' cause ye dare not Dye And though you thank God that you lost none there Because Th'were such who Liv'd not when they were Yet your great Generall who doth Rise and Fall As this Successes do whom you dare call As fame unto you doth Reports dispense Either a Traytor or His Excellence How e'ere he reigns now by unheard of Laws Could wish His Fate together with his Cause And Thou Blest Soul whose Clear Compacted Fame As Amber Bodies Keeps preserves thy Name Whose Life affords what doth content Both Eyes Glory for People Substance for the Wise Go laden up with Spoyles possess That Seat To which the Valiant when th'have done retreat And when Thou seest an happy Period sent To these Distructions and the Storm quite spent Look down and say I have my share in All Much Good grew from my Life Much from my Fall William Cartwright WHat We have Lost in Thee We need not write Thine Enemies will do 't and in meer Spite Commend Thy Valour that the World may know In Granvill's Fall the Greatness of Our Blow Let them alone to give Thee thy whole Due We only need Believe They can speak True Nor is it fit we should with Tears lament That Bloud thy Self thought'st honourably spent And scorned'st at their Alms to draw a Breath From whose Gift nothing's Noble but a Death Le ts rather Weep for them by whom 't was Spilt Whose Best of Courage was but worst of Guilt Who had been Cowards had they Got the Day And shew'd Best Spirits when they Ran away Those pittied things yield matter for a Tear But Thy great Worth moves in a higher Sphear He only Mourns That right that Fights like Thee And a fierce Charge is a good Elegie Brave Soul me thinks I see how thou did'st stand Directing Victory to the Right Hand How Thou did'st set Her in again that Day Who but for Thee had almost lost her Way That little spark dropt from Eternity Dilated by its self and Loyalty How it Forgat its Bound the narrow Span Of Flesh and Blood that measures out a man And stoutly durst adventure to oppose Thy Equall Self against whole Troops of Foes May Honour Dwell upon thy Tomb and keep Thy Glories waking while thy Dust doth sleep And may that fart'ned Turf whence Pregnant Fame Yet Brooding Hovers to keep warm the same Grow fruitfull from thy Blood untill it bring A Flower from whence a second Mars may Spring William Barker THou Name of Valour Heir of all that Worth Which Fates with constant Bounty have powr'd forth On Granvills honour'd Race In whom did dye More then their Army more then Victory Could recompense which to that gallant Stand We owe from ruine snatcht by thy brave Hand Oh I could curse the villains odds For when We hazzard Gold They but the dross of men Bate me the price of sin the City-pay And what they steal in order to obey The Houses Vote more then one Regiment I le name wherein not ten are worth what 's spent Barely in feeding muskets we 've oft lost Powder to kill such Rogues doth not quit cost And yet 't is nobly fought since conscience Alone begets those flames not any sense Of Triumph for what honour is 't to tell That here a Sergeant-Major-Cobler fell There a Mechanick-Colonell dropt down Not fit to serve in any honest Town Our Conquest is unpleasant we must grieve And wish the punisht Rebells did still live Reserv'd for more ignoble fall since here Justice though sacred name was bought too dear Sad Victory the Frontless faction now Thank yet not mock God for their overthrow Since gladly they would sacrifice a floud Out of the Commons veins for this one bloud A thousand lives and thousand Souls to boot They 'l give it costs them naught let th'fools look to 't Guilty and wretched Commons tell me why Only in order to your misery You will be Perjur'd Rebells whence doth flow This frantick pleasure from your sin or woe Did you improve your safety did your ground Like your deceivers malice being drown'd In bloud more fruitfull grow you then did sell Your Souls for something but to purchase Hell With Poverty and dangers that you may Be sooner dead yet whil'st you live a prey Is so rare Phrensy that you only can Be thought to differ in the shape of man From wildest beasts But you are forc't to fight You love your King and wish He had His Right Yet aw'd take arms against him money still Contribute Traytors are against your will Unworthy vain excuse why should you fear Those few seducers Terrible they were By your abused Strength if you withdraw Your Aids they fall to the long injur'd Law Just Sacrifices should they carry hence Your wealth they 'd leave behind your innocence Leave you return'd to Duty and to Peace Hating these certain Pledges of increase Dudley Diggs THe Villains now are ripe let 's pay our Vow See Granvills blood stands texted on their brow If their course Veyns an Ocean should disburse 'T would not appease because the more the worse Behold great Bartue Stuart Compton now Sage Pierpont and fresh bleeding Cav'endish too Names that e're long shall strike this perjur'd Crowd And shoot down Vengeance from that Bow ith'Clowd Which shall consume these weeds that Truth may grow Granvill hath pawn'd his blood it shall be so Great valliant Saint Loving and lov'd agen For he that conquers Fear may conquer Men Thy choice was just and early not adjourn'd 'Till the great scale at Keinton field was turn'd See GRANVILL's up the mighty Cornish crys Which like a Beacon fir'd made them All rise Thus rouz'd thou arm'd their inside day by day Dealt flame and Spirit to them as their pay Clear'd and advanc'd their blood cast them a new 'Till in an instant they stout Gyants grew Then led by Thee they made vast Devon quake So as loose Stamford frighted left the stake Whose Fort Ditch Bulwark did but raise thy heart Valour no more is borke then made by Art Nay when thy Powder gone compell'd to cease That thou must bleed or veeld to what should please The two new families of Parliament Though Ammunition Courage was not spent Then then thy steel made them out-run their wheels Leave All and take nought with them but their heels Thus Bodmin Stratton felt thy influence Great BEVILL's Sword return'd not empty thence But when the Rowt

Anglorum Magnanimus BEVILLIVS GRANVIL Cornubiensis Eques Auratus VERSES BY The University of OXFORD On the Death of the Most Noble and Right Valiant Sir Bevill Grenvill alias Granvill Kt. Who was Slain by the Rebells at the Battle on Lansdown-Hill near Bathe July the 5. 1643. Aut spoliis ego jam raptis laudabor opimis Aut Letho insigni Virg. Aeneid Printed at Oxford in the Year of our Lord 1643. and now Reprinted at London 1684. To the Right Honourable John Earl of BATHE Viscount of Lansdown Baron Granvill of Granvill Bideford and Kilkhampton Lord-Lieutenant and High-Steward of the Dutchy of Cornwal Lord-Warden of the Stanneries Governour of Plymouth Groom of the Stole to his Majesty First Gentleman of his Majesties Bed-Chamber and One of the Lords of his Majesties most Honourable Privy-Councill THese Verses were an Epicedium of the Muses of Oxford made to adorn the Herse of your Noble Father who Dy'd so Gloriously at Lansdown in Defence of his Prince and Country It is Apparent what a Publique loss his Death was that one of the first Universities of Europe should think fit to Lament it A Respect it may be never done before to any but to the Royal Family But as there are few Persons my Lord so Deserving to be Celebrated as your Father so are there few Families which have had that Military Glory in them Not to go back so far as your great Ancestor Hamon Dentatus Earl of Corboil descended from the Warlike Rollo Duke of Normandy Nor to Mention his two Renowned Sons Robert Fitzhamon and Sr Richard de Granvill who came over with William the Conqueror and Ayded him at the Battle of Hastings to Wyn the Crown of England and afterward in the Conquest of Wales there are late Instances of other of your Progenitors who have Illustrated your Race by their valiant Actions In the War with France betwixt Henry the 8 th and Francis the first Sir Roger Granvil lost his life at Sea And his Son Sir Richard Granvil when he was very Young went a Volentier into Hungary to serve the Emperour Ferdinand against the Turk and after that was with Don John of Austria at the Battle of Lepanto the greatest Day that ever was at Sea since that of Actium At his Return home applying himself to the Sea he became an Expert Captain and Admirall after Several Voyages into the West-Indies and elsewhere Services done his Country with much Honour and Successe he was at last Slayn at the Azores Islands having with one of the Queen's Ships alone being unhappily Seperated from the rest of the Fleet whereof he was Vice-Admiral Sustain'd a fight against the whole Naval power of Spain never yeilding though his Guns were dismounted his men almost all hurt or kill'd himself Mortally Wounded and his Decks blown up that there was no place left to fight upon so that his Enemies were Astonished at his valour and Concern'd to save him as if he had been of their own Nation but his Wounds being too Mortall to be cured he Expired in a Few Hours and was Buried in the Ocean which had been the Theatre of his Glory I cannot forget another Sir Richard Granvill your Lordships Uncle who having done his Apprentice-ship in Arms in the Low-Countrys and German-Wars serv'd his late Majesty in the Northern Expeditions and then in the Wars of Ireland and at length coming to command one of the Kings Armies in the West kept that Country in his Majesties Obedience till the Rest of England was lost the fortune of the Parliament prevail'd every where A severe Observer of Military Discipline and my Lord General the Old Duke of Albemarle was wont to say one of the best Captains we had in all the War of England and Ireland As the Name and fortune of your Ancestors are Descended to your Lordship so is their Virtue too which appeared so early in you that before you were Seaventeen years Old you enter'd into your Fathers Command and after you had serv'd the King upon several Engagements in the Army and particularly in Cornwall at the Defeat of the Earl of Essex you brought those Valiant Companies in the Head of which your Father was slain at Lansdown to fight for his Majesty at the Second Battel of Newbery where you were like to have undergone your Fathers fate as well as Imitated his Virtue for being Engaged in the Thickest of the Enemies and having receiv'd severall wounds and one most Dangerous One in the Head with the blow of a Halberd which beat you to the Ground you lay for some time without Sense or Motion 'till a Body of the Kings Horse Charging the Enemy a-fresh beat them off the ground upon which you fought where you were found amongst the Dead Cover'd with Dust and Blood and being known were carried into that place of the Field where the King Prince of Wales his now Present Majesty were who sent you to Dennington Castle to be treated for your Wounds It could not My Lord but be matter of great Contentment to you to have his Majesty himself a witness of the Blood you had lost for him and a Spectator of that Loyalty and Courage which are the Hereditary Qualities of your Family No sooner were the Armies drawn off from the Field of Newbery but you were presently Besieged in Dennington where for some time you lay in Extream Danger of your life not only by those Desperate Wounds you had got in the late Battel but in the hazzard you were in of Receiving new ones from the Enemy the Bullets flying continually through the Room where you lay under Cure 'till you were Releived by the Victorious Forces of his Majesty at the Third Battel of Newbery Nor have you only Serv'd the King with your Sword in the Field but been another way a Chief Instrument of the Greatest good that ever came to England I mean the Restauration of his Majesty and of the Laws and Liberty of your Oppressed Country This my Lord was brought to pass by your Prudent and Successfull Negotiation with my Lord General Monck you having a particular Commission from the King to treat with him with whom when you had Conserted all things for his Majesties Return and that without Imposing the least Condition upon him you Posted away to Bruxells to give him an Account of it In which Journey as well as in the Rest of your Conduct in this Affair you exposed your self to no Ordinary Danger and most certainly serv'd the King your Master more Effectually then if you had won more then One Battel for him My Lord General who seem'd to be Inspir'd in the Carrying-on of this Great Business was so Circumspect that he would not write to the King by your Lordship for fear you might be Searched upon the Way and what you carried Intercepted and his Great Design Discover'd before it was Ripe and therefore left all to your Care and Prudent Management But at your Return he

sure to fall yet by thy fall to rise Whose Brittish acts did Pompey's words retrive Wee needs must Stand wee must not needs Survive When on the Mount Himself a Mount withstood For th'Iron age too suitable a Brood Who were Achilles like as far as Steel And Styx could doe 't all proof but in the Heel Courage was all his Shield his Gorgon's head Striking with blowes and with amazement dead While from his wounds what valiant blood did post Most animated Him when bravely lost Seeming some Martial Deity to his Foe ' Cause they had fear enough to make Him so They that fled stronger than Hee took the field Worse Cowards when they fight than when they yield Like timorous Hare-Knights at each shot they start Or Rome's fam'd Ox of metal void and heart But this stout Champion triumph't in his fall And when Hee was most conquer'd conquer'd all As lofty Castles when they sink dilate The ruine round about and scatter fate Nay his loss routed whilst his Army thriv'd Heirs to fresh Spirit through his death deriv'd Which by a Transmigration as it ran In one before dwell't then in every man His Ancestours t' our Norman King ally'd Who fought belowe Covictors by his side Him from above their glory saw and shame They living won his Careass overcame Which that it self a plain reward might have Obtein'd a posthume Earldom in the grave Thus Codrus fell yet all his Dignitys Sunk with Himself but whilst our Offering dies His Of spring here growe Peers Hee in the Skys Henry Birkhead THE CLOSE THus slain thy Valiant Ancestor did lye When His One Bark a Navy did defie When now encompass'd round He Victor stood And bath'd His Pinnace in his Conquering Bloud 'Till all His Purple Current dry'd and spent He fell and made the Waves his Monument Where shall th' next famous Granvills Ashes stand Thy Grandfiere fills the Seas and Thou the Land Martin L Lewellin His Majesties Letter to Sr Bevill Granvill after the great Victory Obtained over the Rebels at the Battel of Strarton To Our Right Trusty and Well-beloved Sir Bevill Granvill at Our Army in Cornwall CHARLES R. RIght Trusty and Well-beloved Wee greet you Well Wee have seen your Letter to Endymion Porter Our Servant But your whole Conduct of Our Affairs in the West doth speak your Zeal to Our Service and the Publick Good in so full a Measure as Wee Rest abundantly satisfy'd with the Testimony thereof Your Labours and your Expences Wee are graciously Sensible of And Our Royall Care hath been to ease you in all that Wee could What hath fallen short of Our Princely Purposes and your Expectations Wee know you will attribute to the great malignity of the Rebellion Wee had and have here to wrestle withall And Wee know well how effectuall a diversion of that mischievous strength you have made from us at your own great hazzards Wee assure you Wee have all tender sence of the hardness you have endured and the State wherein you stand Wee shall not fail to procure you what speedy relief may be In the mean space Wee send you Our most hearty Thanks for some encouragement and assurances in the Word of a Gracious Prince that God enabling Us Wee shall so reflect upon your faithfull Services as you and yours shall have cause to acknowledge Our Bounty and Favour And so Wee bid you heartily farewell Given at Our Court at Oxford the 24th of March 1642-43 His Majesties Gracious Letter to the County of Cornwall after the Death of Sir Bevill Granvill and those other Eminent persons Slain in his Majesties Service Namely Arundall Mohun Slaning Trevanion Godolphin c. CHARLES R. WE are so highly sensible of the extraordinary Merit of Our County of Cornwal of their Zeal for the Defence of Our Person and the Just Rights of Our Crown in a time when We could contribute so little to Our Own Defence or to their Assistance in a time when not only no Reward appeared but great and probable Dangers were threatned to Obedience and Loyalty of their great and eminent Courage and Patience in their indefatigable Prosecution of their great Work against so potent an Enemy backed with so Strong Rich and Populous Cities and so plentifully furnished and supplied with Men Arms Money Ammunition and Provision of all kinds and of the wonderfull success with which it hath pleased Almighty God though with the loss of some most eminent Persons who shall never be forgotten by Us to reward their Loyalty and Patience by many strange Victories over their and Our Enemies in despight of all humane probability and all imaginable disadvantages That as We cannot be forgetfull of so great Deserts so We cannot but desire to publish to all the World and perpetuate to all Time the Memory of these their Merits and of Our Acceptance of the same And to that end We do hereby render Our Royal Thanks to that Our County in the most Publick and most Lasting manner We can devise Commanding Copies hereof to be Printed and Published and one of them to be read in every Church and Chappel therein and to be kept for ever as a Record in the same That as long as the History of these Times and of this Nation shall continue the memory of how much that County hath merited from Us and Our Crown may be derived with it to Posterity Given at Our Camp at SUDELEY Castle the Tenth of September 1643. The Gracious Patent of his Majesty King Charles the First to the County of Cornwall CHARLES By the Grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith c. To all to whom these Presents shall come Greeting know Yee that Wee out of Our Princely Contemplation of of the many and extraordinary faithfull Services to Us of late performed by Our County of Cornwall And for their better Incouragement to proceed in their Duty and Allegeance to Our Person and Crown of England and for divers other Good Causes and Considerations Us thereunto especially moving Have out of Our Special Grace certain Knowledge and meer Motion Given and Granted and by these Presents for Us Our Heirs and Successors do Give and Grant unto all and every the Men and Inhabitants Our Leige-Subjects of Our Kingdom of England within the said County of Cornwall now being or hereafter to be That they and every of them by themselves or any of them their or any of their Factors Agents or Servants shall and may have Liberty and Freedom from time to time and at all times for ever hereafter to Trade Traffick and Commerce with their Ships and other Vessels and their Goods and Merchandize unto and from the Havens Towns and all Ports and places within the Dominion of the King of Denmarke and Great Duke of Muscovye And all Ports and Places within the Levant Seas And unto all and from all and every of them whilst respectively they or any of them are or shall be in