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A41742 Poems upon the death of the most honorable, the Lady Marchioness of Winchester / by R. Graham. Preston, Richard Graham, Viscount, 1648-1695. 1680 (1680) Wing G1476; ESTC R39594 1,496 6

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POEMS UPON THE Death of the most Honorable THE LADY MAREHIONESS OF WINCHESTER By R. Graham Esq YORK Printed by Alice Broad and John White at the Sign of the Lyon and Lamb in Stonegate 1680. AD Honoratissimum Dominum Dominum Marchionem Wintoniensem in obitum Illustrissimae Dominae Marchionissae Luctus Siste tuos tandem Wintonia Sponsam Non Mors Rivalis Jupiter ipse rapit Inter Caelicolas titulo meliore potitur Dixeris Uxorem dixerit ille Deam Quaeque Comes fuerit Sociali fadere juncta In Terra Coelis nunc Comes esto Jovi AD Nobilissimas Dominas Dominas Mariam et Elizabetham de Paulet Quid fletis charae Matris cha●issima Proles Quae vixit regnat non moritura Parens Et quot faeminei Sexus superabat Honore Tot jam Caelestes auteit illa Deas In caelis Honor est induto Numine gaudens Divina est tandem quae pia Mater erat TO THE Rt. Honorable the Earl of Wiltshire upon the Death of the Rt. Honorable the Lady Marchioness of Winchester WHen our Illustrious fixed Star Turn'd Planet first began to err Leaving the North and then her Nation To meet with her great Constellation We hop'd as all Caelestials are Her motion might be circular Or like great Stars might disappear And Shine again another Year But she by fatal Ordinance In England rose to set in France And from her lower Circle there Took flight into an higher Sphaer That her bright Soul by Heavens care In vehicle of purer Air Might conduct have Which Element Er'e since as if 't were penitent That it shou'd give malignant Breath And be found guilty of her Death Hath turn'd its clearness into Clouds And under Mourning daily shronds Nay France at last now shames to see Its Clime with Vertu disagree And grievs the Heavens should devise Their Nation thus to Tantalize As if they onely sent her forth That it might know not have her worth Her Fate in Clotho's Book was writ In such fair Characters that it Was plainly read at distance by The Art of blind Astrology And dim Star-light which bid us fear A Northern Lady's fall this Year As th' ' Heavens did portend her Fate So they her Death do celebrate And all their blazing Lights display Turning the Night to Holy-day Each Star's a Torch t' attend on her Dead Hears and gvide the Marriner Methinks at her Approach I see The Brittish channel turn'd dead Sea Salt water beyond cours fall low And each proud wave forget to flow Great Neptune shakes his watry Head As if his Tethys had bene dead Since She is dead cease Nature hence In one to croud all Excellence It makes our Loss too great the Prize Too rich for pale Death's Avarice Whose greedy Jawes hath learn'd the skill To make Distinctions and will Not take his Prey on what is Least But what 's both Greatest and the Best And since there is not of her Sex One left to fall Executrix To all her Vertues let them be Distributed by Legacy TO THE Rt. Honorable the Lady Mary and Lady Elizabeth Paulet WHat greater Cure could Jove devise To stop the flowing of our Eyes Then Her for whom we wept to shew Now once again alive in You Successive Streams of Joy and Woe By Intervals our Hearts o'reflow Nay Contrarietys we see May in one Subject lodged be For while we look you see appear In one eye Joy th' other a Tear Since you Great Ladys do Survive An happy Mother stay revive Our dying Soules Two Stars tho' less Yet in Conjunction may bless Your Influence methinks doth give Ease to our griefe and bids us live By your kind Aspect we do feel Fresh Vitals our dead Nerves to swell Our Hearts to move a glowing Flame To kindle in our Hearts again A new Devotion a Hear That bids us once again repeat Those Sacred Duties unto you Which were your Goddess Mother's due Or els at least if 't urge no more As Relicts of a Saint adore Leave not that fair House desolate Which you when present Consecrate Into a Temple where all we Desire your Worshippers to be Leave not your Votarys just when They may be said to live again 'Twixt joy and grief for fear we by Your Absence do relaps and dy Great Phoebus else prolong that Night Before those Angels take their Flight And if they needs must go away Sleep on forget to rise that Day FINIS