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A funeral elegy on the Right Honourable the Lady Viscountesse Castleton.
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Sh., Jo.
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1667
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Wing S2831; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[293]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[19]; ESTC R26234
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A FUNERAL ELEGY ON THE Right Honourable the Lady VISCOUNTESSE CASTLETON FOR Birth and Beauty height of modesty For Wit and Parts sweet ingenuity A Mother dear and eke a Nature sweet A loving Sister and a Wife most meet For a free heart and eke a bounteous hand She scarce hath left Superiour in the Land Able she was with Learned men to reason Nimbly confuting Heresy and Treason In Common Prayers though delight she took yet could she pray full well without a Book Her secret Pray'rs too without abuse May be call'd Common from their frequent use She did not hate a Surplice nor much love it But far prefer'd a pure life above it For Ceremonies she would speak one word But three for substance and fear of the Lord. Her chiefest care still was for Christian walking She lov'd good practice some love only talking She lik'd those Clergy that now Preach and Pray If by good life they practis'd what they say As if they were in earnest also some She favour'd too who late were stricken dumb A true Child of the Church she was yet kind To such as were not fully of her mind Courteous to all of such sweet disposition Each seber man thought her of his Opinion Her dear Aunt Lister whom she lov'd and she How well in Heav'n now do they agree Her Speech was quick yet all her Language such That none had cause to say it was too much Her habit modest so that thereby no man Need question whether she was man or woman Her neighbors found she did the hungry feed And many wayes helpt such as stood in need With her dear Lord she up to London went Whence she was call'd to Heav'ns Parliament While her Lord Sits i' th Lower House now she Sits in the House of Kings where all agree May never Law be made below but those That with the Laws of Heav'n do justly close That do as well agree with those above As she and her dear Lord did here in Love Now for this Lord and for her Children dear For their great loss I needs must shed a tear But none for her who now hath gain'd a Crown Her God who sent her call'd but for his own This Life 's no Heritage but a short Lease And well'tis so sooner our troubles cease Yet for poor Yorkshire-sake lament I must That Lincolnshire hath th' honour of her dust And yet no matter for I know i' th end Her Saviour will a Habeas Corpus send And joyn her body to her Soul above TO sit with Angels Sing and Praise and Love And in the mean time her Remaines here may Sleep quiet till the Resurrection day As for her quondam Lord in this short life He ne're can find I think a better Wife And for her Children this I wish they may Be like to her more then this none need say Only I fear more will commend her dead Then will lead such a life as she here led In Yorkshire she was born in London dead In Lincolnshire her dust lyes buried Thus North and South and middle Countries are Proud in this Lady each to have a share York was and London is Lincoln shall be For her dust sake call'd chief of all the three Her EPITAPH Here lies Wit and Noble dust Here lies honour cannot rust Here lies would you know what 's next Worth that cannot be exprest This is all I can acquaint She was a Lady is a Saint But it still more you would descry Let Angels tell it and not I. Labour to get where now she is And there behold her Soul in bliss A pleasant sight there to be seen A Lady turn'd into a Queen A Bellassis and Saunderson A Castleton all three in one Here lies no wonder if you see In each mans face a weeping eye For in her life none could afford ' Gainst this blest Lady one ill word Her Lord and she they never strove Save who could most each other love And now when faith and hope are ceast Her love is still much more increast Jo. Sh.