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A68543 Death repeal'd by a thankfull memoriall sent from Christ-Church in Oxford celebrating the noble deserts of the Right Honourable, Paule, late Lord Vis-count Bayning of Sudbury. Who changed his earthly honours Iune the 11. 1638. Christ Church (University of Oxford) 1638 (1638) STC 19042; ESTC S113861 19,163 56

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Learning He thought no Burden or to know In Theoricke Vertues which He meant to show Nor took 't a Blemish to Nobility To have a Schollar's merited Degree Esteem'd it not sufficient to heare Compleate at home and move but in one Spheare This Nation 's too Contract He does goe o're Laden with Vertues to a Forreigne Shoare Not to exchange for Vice or leave behind To them the qualities of His Vertuous Mind As if He could no Traveller appeare If He return'd the same man He was here But He addes to it all the good France can Call Proper Hers all the Italian Which without Stay so easily He cou'd As if He were by Inspiration good To them He seem'd a Native they would sweate He never was in any part but there He was so perfect without travell we In Him both Kingdomes Vertue here did see Thus fully furnish't with all nature's dowre With Art Experience and Uertue's Power We saw him flourishing but nature here Begins her bounty quite exhaust to feare And being of her lavish store now dry She cuts Him downe full in Felicity Thus the best Fruits just ripe are crop't although Without corruption they might longer grow But let this serve to stop our flowing teares That he dy'd Full Age is not Numerous yeares Nor are they only Old that longest live Perfection and Uertue Fulnesse give THO. ISHAM of Ch. Ch. Vpon the Death of the Lord Viscount BAYNING TO weep one Great and Good t' adorn his Hearse Whose Life was above Chronicle or Verse Requireth those whose fancies could create A subject like to Him as Good and Great These Lines alas they are not meant to give Life to that Name by which themselves must live That Name Which doth employ each tongue each Quill To sing His Praises write his Chronicle BAYNING Whose very sound perfumes the Ayre Commands a Reverence and a listning eare Books were a Guide t' his Youth and Company He thought of them with greater Charity Then those who think them fit to entertaine Only the houres of a hot Sun or Raine When He perus'd great Acts of History His large thoughts did suggest them Prophecy And Types of Him when He the Uertues read And saw himselfe transcrib'd and copied He with a modesty admir'd to find Men so familiar with His Thoughts and Mind Season'd and ballasted with these He then Leaving our Athens went to studie Men. Not like to those who travell to bring home A Fashion or to say they have seene Rome But to observe each State and Policy T' enrich his Mind more then Geography And now returned home when he begun To practise here each Observation While we behold Europes Epitome Of Men in Him of States in 's Family While Charles expects his aid the Realme no lesse Death stops his Glory and our Happinesse But Good Men have liv'd long when e're Fates come Their Age by Vertues not by Yeares we summe SAM IACKSON of Ch. C Vpon the Death of the honourable Lord Viscount BAYNING GReat Lord of Ghosts we sigh not out Thy Fall As only Thine But th' Muses Funerall We weepe our Colledge second Ruines and May Question chiefly Death's erroneous Hand That yet we boast Intents alone an Heape And Breaches only not entitled cheape That Those who entring Srangers here would look Doe Passe ours as a Colledge but mistooke Yet Orphan-like w' are not bereft of All The same that waile share too Thy hastned Fall Thy Piles bequeath'd yet which shall firme and safe With Wolseys stand thy larger Epitaph But we not misse His Gifts alone nor weepe Mercy and Bounty only fallen asleepe We boast no Scutchions nor admire Thy Blood Great Soule but best descent by Learning Good Though Noble mourning not the Losse of Thee As of a man but Vniversitie Who grac'd our Schooles with a Degree All Parts Arriv'd A Breathing System of the Arts. Not like our Silken Heires who only bound Their knowledge in the Sphear of Hauke or Hound And there confin'd limit their scant disourse Know more the Vaulting then the Muses Horse Who if They rescue Time from Cards or Dice To Lance or Sharpes or some such manly Prize Advance Their Lineage raise Their Stock if They But more severely loose the Precious Day He could unriddle each Schoole-knot untie All but Death's sad contrived Fallacie For th' Stroke was Project Here no Siege no Art Of lingring Death or Preface to His Dart No tedious knotty Gout or feverish Drought But all as Soft and Peacefull as His Youth He only slept in Hast as if to Die Had no Departure been but Extasie So gliding we descry a starry Ball Which f●om it 's Sphear doth rather Shoot then Fal. Yet Thy short Thread wee 'le not revile nor vexe ' Cause Th' art not imag'd in the Nobler Sexe For such Transcriptions wee 'le not anxious be Where we discover full Maturitie Ripened for Death Thou art Deceas'd not Kill'd Nor is Thy great Name Perish'd but Fulfill'd For what can adde unto the justest Height Who Hopes encrease to Glorie 's perfect Weight To Him that had survei'd all Forreigne parts Extracting not Their Vices but Their Arts Th' Italian Brain not Heate was skil'd from Rheine In Their exactest Manners not Their Vine Their Deepest Mysteries did only reach And Had more Languages then others teach All Worth His Eye He view'd that such a Fall Might share a sorrow Epidemicall FRAN. POWELL of Ch. Ch. Vpon the Death of the Lord Viscount BAYNING DEath's Chambers are enrich't and we may say He did not Kill but Stole This Prize away For th'now pale Mansion where his Soule abode Does make the Coffin precious by it's Load Yet that was but His Drosse search you will find Him at Fifteene a Sophy 's Nonage Mind Made the Schooles boast Him Graduate and 's Wit Writ Him th' reviv'd refined Stagerite And lest the Sophisters might erre in this Granted Platonicke Metempseuchosis And did conclude Maugre their Brains and Books Arts doe not alwaies lie in ill-fac'd looks And th'totred Gowne no longer now should be Held for an Embleme of Philosophy He did adorne the Scarlet which he wore And made them Robes which were but Cloth before Titles were truths in him Young Fair Rich Learn'd No complements but Purchase truly earn'd No Would-be-Wits maintain'd Hee at His Board Nought was in him suspitious but The Lord Yet no Braines cloth'd or Phancy fed Him Hee Rich in Estate as Ingenuitie And might have without doubt of missing it Petition'd for th' Monopoly of Wit To this vast masse of Wealth He had assign'd As ample thoughts no narrow griping Mind Mansions by Industry compos'd not Hands He fed on and devour'd His Books not Lands To whose large Guifts we of this place must owe Since that He thought His Owne He did bestow Thy Volumes nam'd Our Library and We As well for Stones as Bookes indebted be For though no Founder of the place yet must We say thou rays'dst our Buildings out o' th' Dust Thou