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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

above all cold precepts which do preach Escapes retreats and fallings back and teach Advantages of Time and place and thus Learnedly make Men Pusillanimous Or at most valiant to a Point and all Their Courage meerly Philosophicall Thou thought'st it still Ignobler to retire With flegme and coldness then to fall with fire Still call'dst retreating loosing of the Day Still thoughtst that to be safe was to betray And where the Cause requir'd it not to dye That 't was as great a baseness as to fly Thus meeting Dangers in their sternest shape Thy Arts were still t' encounter not to scape Still reckoned'st it a Souldiers Stain and blot To be secure not by his Sword but Plot. Methinks I see Thee shaking thy bold spear Against a numerous Host without their fear Who did beset Thee and the spacious plain Before Thee strow'd with Slain fal'n on thy slain Whilst all our other Troops discharg'd from fight Wonder'd to see the War turn'd to a Sight Where one encounter'd many and descried A Siege on theirs a Duel on our Side Great Soul who didst contract the Battel to Thy Solatary self and there didst do Things which made all our other Forces be Idle spectators of their Victory While'st safer by thy Side then at their home Their business was to see and overcome O what a Terrour issued from thy Look Which fought as well as Thou and Prisoners took By th' eye as by the Hand which but beheld Made the first Skirmish and at distance quell'd Thy unarm'd face shew'd dreadful as our Lances The foe felt new Artilleries from thy Glances Which still like Native Engines from Thee flew And at once routed chas'd and overthrew Thus then secur'd by thy Great self at once To us a Bulwark to thy self a Sconce As in a Circle 'bout Thee drawn by the charms Of thine own Courage which did arm thy Arms How didst thou dare the numerous Foe still mock Their furious Onsets with a shook for shook Still ' gainst their Iron Men and men of Steel Like One inchanted all parts but the Heel If We may credit what some do report Did'st hold fight from thy self as from a Fort Impregnable untoucht still did it repair The Faintings of those who about thee were Still did'st recrute our Losses We did see New Squadrons as some fell still rais'd from Thee Whose Valour ran supplys and We from thence Saw Thee new Troops new Regiments dispence Still unexhausted We can now unfold Th' ambiguous rumour and report which told And spoke of our Increase i' th West that there Two Camps two Armies for us did appear The Cornishmen made One the Other Fame Which reckon'd Thee Stout Granville and thy Name Still as our other Camp from whence We drew Fresh Legions still and thus from handfulls grew Here some would chide thy Valour whose bold Heat Joyn'd thine own to the Enemies defeat And say 't was rashness in Thee to expose Thy self a Pikeman against Horsemen Foes As if to fall had been thy Plot and aym And Thou had'st some Ambition to be slain 'T is true indeed our Conquest had been more Had'st Thou liv'd to behold it with the Store Of Worthies who escap'd Since losing Thee We did not Win but change a Victory Yet if to Dye with Honour be a Grace If to fall and to consecrate the place On which Thou fell'st and make it shcred Ground To all those who surviv'd Thee and stood round Be Nobler then to live Those Books which tell Of ancient Herp's who devoted fell And yielding up their stout and Warlike Ghosts With their brave ruine did preserve their Hosts Will always be thy Chronicle whom Death Snatcht like a Decius hence whose hallowed Breath Flew from Thee like an Offering who dyed'st twice Our Souldier once and once our Sacrifice Jasper Main NOt to be wrought by Malice Gain or Pride To a Compliance with the Thriving Side Not to take Arms for love of Change or Spight But only to maintain Afflicted Right Not to dye vainly in pursuit of Fame Perversely seeking after Voice and Name Is to Resolve Fight Dye as Martyrs do And thus did He Souldier and Martyr too He might like some Reserved Men of State Who look not to the Cause but to its Fate Have stood aloof engag'd on Neither Side Prepar'd at last to strike in with the Tyde But well-weigh'd Reason told him that when Law Either is Renounc'd or Misapply'd by th' awe Of false-nam'd Common-wealths men when the Right Of King and Subject is suppres'd by Might When all Religion either is Refus'd As meer Pretence or meerly as That us'd When thus the Fury of Ambition Swells Who is not Active Modestly Rebells Whence in a just esteem to Church and Crown He offred All and nothing thought His own This thrust Him into Action Whole and Free Knowing no Interest but Loyalty Not loving Arms as Arms or Strife for Strife Nor Wastfull nor yet Sparing of his Life A great Exactor of Himself and then By fair Commands no less of Other men Courage and Judgment had their equall part Councell was added to a Generous Heart Affairs were justly tim'd nor did he catch At an Affected Fame of Quick Dispatch Things were Prepar'd Debated and then Done Nor rashly Brook nor vainly Over-spun False Periods no where by Design were made As are by those who make the Warr their Trade The Building still was suited to the Ground Whence every Action issu'd Full and Round We know who blind their Men with specious Lyes With Revelations and with Prophecies Who promise Two things to obtain a Third And are themselves by the like Motives stirr'd By no such Engines He His Souldiers draws He knew no Arts but Courage and the Cause With these he brought them on as well-train'd men And with these too he brought them off agen I should I know track Him through all the Course Of his great Actions shew their Worth and Force But although all are Handsom yet we cast A more intentive Eye still on the last When now th' incensed Rebell proudly came Down like a Torrent without Bank or Damm When Undeserv'd Success urg'd on their force That Thunder must come down to stop their Course Or Granville must step in Then Granville stood And with Himself oppos'd and checkt the Flood Conquest or Death was all His Thought So fire Either Orecomes or doth it self expire His Courage work't like Flames cast heat about Here there on this on that side None gave out Not any Pike in that Renowned Stand But took new Force from His Inspired Hand Souldier encourag'd Souldier Man urg'd Man And He urg'd All so much Example can Hurt upon Hurt Wound upon Wound did call He was the But the Mark the Aim of All His Soul this while retir'd from Cell to Cell At last flew up from all and then He fell But the Devoted Stand enraged more From that his Fate ply'd hotter then before And Proud to fall with Him sworn not

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