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A03455	Hollandi posthuma A funerall elegie of King Iames: With a congratulatory salve to King Charles. An elegie of the magnanimous Henry Earle of Oxford. A description of the late great, fearefull and prodigious plague: and divers other patheticall poemes, elegies, and other lines, on divers subiectes. The post-humes of Abraham Holland, sometimes of Trinity-Colledge in Cambridge. The authors epitaph, made by himselfe.	Holland, Abraham, d. 1626.	1626 (1626)	STC 13579; ESTC S114142	46,929	184

armes and legs And thinking then to throw him in the tide Hee 's caught vpon an Anchor on the side That one beholding rightly might haue sed He iustly was hang'd drawne and quartered Some fearing swords into the sea doe flie And so for feare of death feare not to die Some fall into the Ocean stain'd with gore Which from their former wounds had gusht before Which kill'd not them as it from them was spil'd But entring into them againe th' are kil'd Heere 's one about to strike his foe doth fall Into the sea before he can recall His erring stroke striking the sea to stay him The Ocean in revenge o' th blow doth slay him One fearing death doth faine to die and bleed And while he is in faining dies indeed Another being about to strike his foe Looseth at once his arme and threatning blow His left arme shiuering reaches at the other But cut atwaine lies with it's equall Brother Both ioyn'd though both devided as in spight Of Death they meant to part their last good-night By shaking hands the miserable truncke As loth to part fainting vpon them sunke One seeing them together thus might say There a whole bodie all in peeces lay See two with sturdy grapple striuing whether Should overcome both fall in sea together Embracing both till they haue lost their breath And seeme though foes in life yet friends in death Two brothers slaine as they together stood One then might sweare they were allied in blood Other two who so nigh resembling were A lov'd mistake vnto the parents deare Cruell death sever'd them and that one left Poore parents knew of errour now bereft He left eternall cause of griefe renowes Who still aliue still his dead brother shew's And yet to them this comfort still he giues Th' one cannot die so long as th' other liues The wounded souldiers now that all else failes To stop their wounds doe teare their woful sailes Poore men who after they were overthrowne Had torne those wings wherby they might haue flown One with his bleeding ready to expire Thinks with his blood to quench the ship on fire And so in mids of flames he bleeding stands Tearing new wounds with his kind cruell hands And grieu'd to see his blood so little profit He oft adds teares to helpe the quenching of it Till at last fainting he is faine to fall Into the sea which made his Funerall And bleeding in it from each mangled lim He quenched it and it extinguish't him See a poore wretch with both armes cut asunder Distracted leapt into the water vnder Meaning to swim but see the wofull wretch With how much toile he laboureth to stretch His raw-veind stumps which for his armes before Gush nothing now but streames of deadly gore Faine would he catch t'vphold his wavering life Some kind remaine o' th ship but all his strife Doth make him sooner to be out of breath And wanting armes he yet embraces death One getteth this by hauing lost his eies In that he cannot see his miseries Anothers legges are gone that who him sees Might thinke he did begge pardon on his knees What refuge now is left when if they shun Th' approaching sword into the fire they run Shunning the fire they into waterfall So no way wants a certaine Funerall Thus after strange vnheard of sort they lie And death by many deaths makes one man die The mangled ships no longer can with stand Th'intruding sea and Mars his fiery brand But sinking downward one might then haue thought Them gone t' helpe Charon to waft ore his fraught The conquer'd fleet prickt now with desperate stings Of horror wish their army did of wings Onely consist but now as if it stood Tyed with fast anchors to the stubborne flood Mooues not away but void of all instruction Venter their owne to hasten the destruction Of their once Maisters who into corners creepe As among Wolues a flocke of trembling sheepe Much like a silly Doue whose broken wing Hath tried the Talons of the aiery King And lieth panting on the bloody ground Striving to flie from 's enemies rebound Alas poore bird it wants that winged oare Which should it's wonted scape to it restore And so at length with silent patience crouching It 's made a prey to the fierce bird encroching Thus fleet and bird lie i' th same wofull plight Whose onely wish is to be put to flight The Sunne no longer could endure to see ' Mongst humane men such inhumanity Therefore his Horses bathing in their fome With posting speed hast to their watrie home Where yet a while they all amazed stood Finding in stead of Sea a Sea of Blood FINIS H. H. Authoris Fratis majoris cujus cura ac impensa haec praemissa Posthuma edita sunt CHARACTER SI quis praenomen cupiat cognoscere nostrum HENRICI nomen Nympha Secrata dedit Jnque tuo MICHAEL festo sum natus ortus Septemb. 1583 Christiadis sumpsi nomen in Aede tua Jlla luce mihi dil●●ta adjungitur Vxor Septemb. 1615 Cognovi socium nocte priore thorum Hi● MICHAEL Magnus Princeps pessundabit omnes Papicolas istis Tart●ra tetra patent Dei Pater Omnipotens famulo mihi posse beatum Sortiri in Coelo cum MICHAELE Locum Aliud CHARACTER ACROSTICON vice EPITAPHIj Hic mihi ne totum delerent Funera Nomen Ostendam vitae rem Lo●a Nomen Avos Laude vigent patres vid●t COVENTRIA natum Luce novâ HENRICVM nomine signat aqua A patriae gr●mio LONDINVM exc●pit adultum Anno 1599. N ●●rit idem C●ara cum Pare Liber ago Divi●ico● est verbum Mihi Roma perosa Vita quidem ten●is sit mihi grata tamen Solaque post Mortem Coelestia dona supersins Mihi Roma perosa FINIS Page 80. l. 4. a Plus male facta nocent quam benedicta decent praedicat viva voce qui praedicat vita voce Ib. p. l. 30. b Nemesis pedes habet Lips de Constant tarditatem judicii gravitate supplicii compenset Page 81. l. 12. a Ecles 7.18 Qui dicunt ne appropinq●es mihi quia immundus es Es 65.5 Ib. p. l. 23. b Va vobis derisoribus cum venerit dies judicii aperti fuerint libri conscientiarum Cum dicetur vobis ecce hos puritatis derisores impura eorum opera Quid facietis tunc cum Caeli re ve labunt iniquitates vestras terra adversus vos consurget Ib. p. l. 29. c Dicunt non faciunt hoc magnum Crimen habetur In linguis pietas pectore nulla manet Page 82. l. 9. a Mallet Deus multos nocentes condonare quam unum innocentem condemnare Ib. p. l. 19. b Vnguentum est unguentum itsi vultures defugiant Theod. Page 84. l. 3. a Quam bent te ambitio mersit vanissima ventus tumidos tumidae vos superastis aquae Quam bene totius raptores orbis avaros Hausit inexhausto justa vorago maris Theod. Be●a in Psal 27.2.124.3.6 Psal 21.11 Page 85. l. 14. a Job 4.8 Psal 27.2 Non est la● aequior ulla Quam necis artifices arte perire suâ Ib. page 17. b Anno 1602. in Londino de plaga 38244. Consumptis tot peste viris tot peste puellis vix habuit nobis tum nova plaga locum Ibid. page l. 21. Antigones rex amicis sun dentibus ut si Athenas caperet firmis eas validis muniret praesidiis Nullum inquit scio praesidium firmius aut stabilius quam civium benevolentiam Sic Periander summâ ope commitendum esse dixit iis qui into regnare vellent ut benevolentia potius quam armis stiparentur 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sola benevolentia subditorum firmisissima est regis custodia Synesius Errata IN the Eipistle to all the afflicted page ● line 5. for of read and. Ib. p. l. 11. Maccheus 2. p. Of the Subject l. 25. leave out still p. 3. l. 29. steams p. 4. l. 7. this p. 33. l. 5. him p. 69 l. 25. trash p. 79. l. 29. if FINIS

Honours and beguile Their early feares with too late hopes alas They little thinke that now the soyled Grasse Vsurpes their deare embraces and grim Fate Sits pale vpon those Beauties which of late They made their Ages comforts who now shall Ah! be bound to them for a Buriall O call to mind this Fatall Yeere wherein * Equally justly sent Thy Iustice hath been equall to our Sin Both great O let thy blessed Goodnesse still As it is wont to doe surpasse our Ill. Those men whom we did love whom we did trust Should be our Shields are turn'd to Shades to Dust Let the in-throned Soule of IAMES implore That after Him thou punish His no more Let the great Sprite of OXFORD which hath past The Sentence of thy Anger be the last Thou plaguest vs withall and let us know That still thou pittiest us poore men below But never let this Land endure againe That wofull solitude which once did raigne In our faire Cities which neglected left In a deplored ruine shew'd the theft Of angrie Fate when scarce a tenant Mouse Was left in many a faire unpeopled house But the sad Owles and Night-Ravens aloofe Did keepe their Revels on the silent roofe When at high Noone one passing by should meet A Mid-night Darke and silence in the street When in the wayes well-pav'd and worne before By frequent steps of men there now grew store Of uncouth Grasse and Harvests now apace Grew where they once were sold i'th'Market-place When as no Merryments no Sports no Playes Were knowne at all and yet all Holy-dayes No Papers then over the doores were set With Chambers readie furnish'd to be let But a sad Lord haue mercie vpon vs and A bloodie Crosse as fatall Marks did stand Able to fright one from the Prayer The time Then held it an inexpiable Crime To visit a sicke friend Strange Stoure wherein Love was a fault and Charitie a sin When Bad did feare infection from the Good And men did hate their cruell Neighbour-hood 'T was a deplored time wherein the Skyes Themselves did labour and let fall their eyes When one might see the Sunne with sallow hayre And languishing complexion dull the ayre Looking eeu'n so as when at Chryses Plaint He went like Night the Graecian troupes to taint With sad Infection when his dire shafts cast Kill'd more than Hector in the nine yeeres past The Heavens were cloth'd with bleak mists the aire With the thick Dampe was struck into despaire Of future clearenesse or serener day But that the Clouds for feare ran oft away The Night whose dewie shade had wont to tame The soultry reliques of the Mid-day flame Distill'd no Crystall Pearles vpon the ground But wrapt in vaporous smoake and cloath'd around With poysonous Exhalations did affright The trembling Moone whose dim and paler light Look'd with that countenance as if againe Her silver hornes should ne're escape the Wane So to renew her Circuit The dull Quire Of sickly Starres shew'd now no smiling fire But shone like un-snuff'd Tapers as if Fate Did give them leave now to prognosticate Their owne estate not others and applie Themselves at last to sad Astrologie The poyson-clutter'd Springs with Plague infus'd Ran not with Crystall torrents as they us'd But in dull streames as them dire influence fills With fainting pace scarce reach'd unto their rills And languid Rivers which before did passe The Crystall with their clearenesse now alas Looke muddie without stirring and their streames That wont to be all spangled with the beames Of the blithe Sunne now in a weltring floud Ran not with water but prodigious bloud Those Trees whereof the Antients us'd to rayse Their Funerall Piles might in these fatall dayes Burne at their owne Death's which in sad despayre Spred not their leavie beauties through the ayre But suffer'd Autumne in the Spring forlorne And ferall Cypresse now had cause to mourne Poppeyes themselves this time in death did sleepe And the Myrrhe-tree had reason here to weepe A Funerall Perfume those gaudie flowers Which wont to make Ghirlonds for Paramours Mourn'd in their drouping braverie and spread The ground at their owne deaths as for the dead The Corne grew not as if it meant t'undoo Men not with Plague alone but Famine too Herbes Physicks Soveraignes here infected die And for themselves could find no remedie The brute Beasts now which Nature to bestow The Excellence on Man did make with low Downe-looking Postures first did feele the rage Of th'Earth-borne Plague and died before their age The long-liv'd Hart this time to die began Before it reach'd unto the age of Man The faithfull Spaniell by his death did trie The mischiefe of his well-nos'd Facultie And ranging with quick Sent did soonest prove Th' infectious Malice of the Dogge above The lustie Steed scouring in 's Game apace Lights on Deaths Gole in middle of his Race The nimble Fowle as th' ayre it flyes around Flags his sick wings and sinkes unto the ground Not long before to the remorselesse Skie In sillie Notes have sung his Elegie The lucklesse Night-Ravens which us'd to grone The death of others now might Dirge their owne The Snow-plum'd Swan as it did gently ride Vpon the silver Streame sung forth and di'de Anon the Damp dares breake into the Walls Making a way by thousand Funeralls Who can expresse th' astonishment and feare Which doth at entrance of a Plague appeare Even so the fleeced Heard doth tremble when An Aburne Lion hungrie from his Den Breakes in among 'em then you may behold The pale-look'd Shepheard gaze upon his Fold With helpelesse pitie the poore Lam-kins creepe Vnder their Dams the sillie trembling Sheepe Stand full of cold amazement at the sight Small hope for mercie and lesse hope in flight Expecting onely which of all shall scape The readie horror of the Lions rape Other Diseases warning give before That we may reckon and acquit the Skore Of our sinnes Prodigalitie in this We scarce can be resolved whether 't is Sicknesse or Death it selfe so quick it tries The strength of Nature so soone poore Man dies That many to repose in th' Evening lying Have made their sleepe true kin to Death by dying Before the Morne Ah! who would then deferre A preparation for this Messenger Of bless'd or curs'd Eternitie What man Would still presume to sinne that knowes the span Of short uncertaine Life Yee gracious Powers That measure out the minutes and the houres Of this our wandering Pilgrimage restraine These sodaine slaughter-men or good God waine Vs from our sinnes that wee may neither feare The rape of Death nor covet to be here O curbe this raging Sicknesse which with sense Bereaves us of the meanes of Penitence When a dire Phrensie seizeth on the Braine Full of resistlesse flame and full of paine That Madnesse which no cure can well appease Is but a Symptome unto this Disease Our bloud all fire as if it did portend We were not here to stay but soone

scarre-crow layd aside to shun th'annoy Of the beholders or for my Soule is it That you doe mourne which now doe throned sit Surfetting with pure Ioyes and holy mirth And smiles at that for which you weepe on earth That 't is dislodg'd from that debauched Inne Which helpt it ne're in ought but onely sinne I would haue giuen you leaue to mourne if then I had by suddaine Death bin summon'd when Wretch'd man I labour'd to the height of sin And bolder grew the deeper I grew in When Vice was turn'd to custome and each deed Though ne're so impious did perswade with speed Another worse as if Despaire had bin The beastly Pander to unbrideled sin But Heau'n be bless'd Heau'n better lou'd my soule Than without stay to let it headlong roll To everlasting Death and so did Kill The Body sooner to retayne that still The Soule as hee inspir'd it pure nor at all Conscious of sinne no not Originall Thinke you I feare those things which you doe call By such blacke names The Griefly Funerall The Fatall beere sad Flowers and dreary Hearse The mournefull Followers and the weeping Verse Thinke you already I doe not disdaine The mightie tapers and the sable traine Or e're I doe expire thinke you my soule Will be so cowardly to feare the toll Of a sad bell whose heauy language goes Deadly as if it did intend to close It's voyce with mine Thinke you I doe not spie The dolefull silence of the standers by As if they all were speechlesse and from me Did draw one generall stupid sympathy Me thinkes I heare the silly Women say Hee is whole chested and will goe away By dying upward and some other trie If that my legges be cold and straight doe lye Here 's one doth Iudge my feeble Pulse and cryes ' Cause shee must bee the Friend to close mine eyes Another maketh Triall of my Breath Thus doe I heare 'em furnish me for Death But ó let me not heare them let my sprite Bee busie then in purchasing a light More sweet then Life it selfe may wholly I Bee fix'd in thoughts of Immortalitie Let me then an audacious Client stand Pressing to Kisse my unseene Sauiours hand And let me bee so busie in my Prayers That not the Feare of Death nor ougly cares Throng'd in the memory may disturbe the Soule Which now is neere to Heav'n her capitoll In the last Triumph after Conquest wonne O're Death and Hell and grim Perdition T is a toy to thinke when life is past That Fate did lagge or else made too much hast When wee die quickly or by tedious Age Fulfill the circuit of Lifes Pilgrimage In my opinion a Day-ag'd Child Hath when it dyes a race as well fulfill'd As Clymacterick Old men I confesse Not with so many out-rodes yet no lesse Exactly Nature doth averre the same And a day Rose aswell an Age may claime As the long liued Oake Though Time devoure The one so slowly th' other in an Houre If'cause I dye before you you repine I 'le thinke you enuy at this blisse of mine And wish't your owne there 's nought but sinne in me That could deserue long life and miserie Which Sinne the God of Mercy quell'd and check't The cause and after tooke away th' effect Long life or if because I dye so soone And come into mine Evening at the Noone And full Meridian of mine age you erre And doe not know what blisse the Fates conferre On mee hereby by which I shall obtayne As I now dye to rise at last againe In fresher youth The Marriner behold To gather up a little Pelfe and Gold Contemned Death If hee doe chance to finde A nearer Cut to China or to Inde Reioyceth and shall wee who through this vale And gulfe of miserie in Life doe sayle Grudge if the Fates doe show a nearer Haven Our Purchase being no Gold nor Pelfe but Heaven FINIS A LETTER Savouring of Mortification written and sent in the time of the late Visitation of the Plague to his deere Brother H. H. in LONDON DEare Brother I am sorry your other occasions would not permit mee to enjoy your company longer at my last being at London especially in this time of sorrow when the dearest friends are not able to say to day wee will meet to morrow which me thinkes cannot choose but put euery man in minde how carefull hee ought to bee that though in our Kinred and Friendship wee be separated on Earth wee may by true repentance and relinquishing our sinnes gaine that blisse that at the reunion againe of soule and body in that happy communion of Saints we may meet againe with joy Our small Village here as an out-member of your great Citie suffers proportionably with it the heauy stroke of Gods wrath insomuch that whole Families of the most curious preventers haue beene wofully swept away especially a Gentleman lest to keepe the Countesse of Nottinghams * This house is called the Kings Nurcerie House who with his Wife a beautifull Gentlewoman and foure most sweet and louely Children and their Man are all gone I hope to blisse and their Mayd that is onely left lying at the mercy of God Wretch that I am why delay I one minute to cast my selfe prostrate at the feet of Mercy and prepare my selfe for the like passage Within these few dayes most of this house in the judgement of men were likely to out-liue mee whose wilde and looser youth threatens a too timely old-age They liu'd in a beautious House a refined and pure Ayre wanted neither Antidote nor assisting Physicke and yet alas they now are not they are dust and ashes and the food of Wormes O! the depth of the wisedome of our great GOD hee saw that it was good for them to dye to gaine a better life and for us that by their deaths wee may learne and prepare our selues to dye Ah Brother thinke not this is a time Rhetorically to set forth a sorrow or passion thinke not but my heart speakes what I write I know the reward of Sinne I know the value of a Soule thinke not but while it is in my power by the merits of CHRIST I will haue a care and prouidence for the price of my Saviours blood my Soule Deare Brother I doubt not but you are so well prepared and armed against this Visitation of God that my weake devotion is either needlesse or unable to assist you Yet I desire you not any way to deject your selfe onely in the humiliation for sinne in this great Assizes of Almighty God where we all are brought to our Trials For my selfe I thanke the comforting Spirit of God I haue not beene these many yeares in so great securitie as I am in this time of imminent danger When euery minute telling me I must die and that God knowes how soone I now and but now begin to liue alas the time that I spent before was but death and I liu'd but in a dreame A