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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A42838	White-hall, a poem vvritten 1642 with elegies on the Right Honourable Francis Earl of Bedford, and Henry Earle of Manchester, Lord Privy Seale : both deceased during this present session of Parliament : with an anniversarie on the timelesse death of Mrs. Anne Kirk, wife to the truly noble Geo. Kirk, Gentleman of the Robes and of His Majesties Bed chamber, drowned unfortunately passing London Bridge, Iuly. 1641 / the author Hen. Glapthorne.	Glapthorne, Henry.	1643 (1643)	Wing G840; ESTC R12689	10,412	25

thunderbolts of lively wit Beamont and Fletcher gloriously did sit Ruling the Theater and with their cleane Conceptions beautifying the Comick Scene And noble Donne borne to more sacred use Exprest his heavenly raptures As the juice Of the Hyblean roses did distill Through the Alembeck of his nectard quill Chapman-like Homer in me often reads His Odisses and lofty Iliads That I did rather then appeare to be The worlds best furnishd learnedst Academy Then the Kings pallace who when fatall fire In its malicious fury did conspire To ruine part of my faire buildings He Great Iames renewd with State and Majesty Like to himselfe that goodly Fabrick which Is for materialls as invention rich On polishd marble pillars which shall stand To speak his fame white this renowned Land Free from the invasion of all forraigne harmes Is walld about with Oceans watry armes For which faire ornament I must bestow My graitude on worthy Inigo Whose skill in Fabrick did direct each part Of that excelling frame with powerfull art Yet should I silent be the very stones So quaintly laid will speak the praise of Iones But now the sands of his full glasse being run In the Imperiall chayre his royall Son Whom heaven protect and with a prosperous reign Grant to rule this faire Island and maintaine It in tranquillity and happy peace To Justice and Religions full encrease Brave Charles succeeded Then my joyes renewd As Eagles their old feathers being mewd I with his vigorous presence warmd grew yong My witherd frame appearing farre more strong Then at its first foundations mirth and sports Like fayries trippidg through my happy Courts When Englands Charles the great in me was seene To give a gracious welcome to his Queene That flower of France her sexes fairest pride Maria Henrietta his deare Bride Who with a numerous progeny has blest The british Kingdom which in peace and rest Was pregnant with felicity untill Like torrents falling from some lofty hill Or like some sudden strome out of a cloud Mischiefe came thundering from the North so loud As'twould have wakend death thence thence did rise Those teares which dwell in seas about mine eyes Then 'gan my stately world admired head To shrink when Charles a puisant Army led Into the field with resolution hot To tame the daring valour of the Scot Who urgd it seemd by some Imagind wrong Their confidence being as their force was strong Came marching hitherwards but yet white peace By its all powerfull goodnesse causd to cease Those so lamented discords and did bring In safety to me home my much lov'd King And as a Taper which ere it expires Collects together its concluding fires As 't were to light it selfe to death displayes Ere it extinguishes a sudden blase More flaming glorious then it 's perfect shine Could ere expand so did those beames of mine Break forth exteading a gay sickly light And now 's obvolv'd in an ere-lasting night Since Charls his absence as you 've seen the ayre Which yesterday was so serene and faire Heavens fore-head wore no wrinkles curle its brow Into a thousand duskie furrows now So t is with me who am enforc'd to shroud My face which yesterday contemnd the cloud That now obscures it timorous to see That which encreases still my misery Where are those beauties now from whose each eye Flew winged flames of love and majesty That trope of Ladies who so oft did gild My starely roomes with their own looks which fild All my Dimensions with rays pure and bright As was in Paradise the worlds first light Vanish'd like shadowes they no more appeare The Sun being set death now inhabits here And a continued dulnesse now instead Of those soft measures which so oft were led Over my spacious floores there does intrude Its meager selfe that nothing solitude In stead of Musick such as by the Spheares And tunefull Orbs is breathd to inchant all Eares Vpon my Turrets nightly there does howle The most prodigious and portentous Owle Nothing but feare and terrour in me dwels Such as is resident in those dark cels Where nought but death raigns what contagious sin Of mine committed 'gainst Great Charls has bin The cause of his long absence I am sure I 'm in my innocence as cleare and pure As in my infancy why then should he Inflict upon me this sad destiny Why should I languish like a faire young bride Thus desolate being causelesly deni'd The comfort of my spouse who now in arms Exposd is to the dangerous alarms Of a rude civill-warre which if a prayer Has power to qualifie I le fill the ayre With Orisons as zealous as my faith Wit or religion nay invention hath Forc'd to produce may these Domestick broyles Like morning dew dry up without those spoyles Of Kingdomes fire and bloodshed May there be 'twixt King and Subiect such a Sympathy As'twixt the soule and body as each part By strickt relation beares to th' head and heart May the King love his Subiects they obey His iust behests till his great Empires sway Be fixt and lasting in his name and blood While this faire Island over looks the flood Showres of continued blessings softly fall Vpon him that the wishes of White-Hall May prove true and prophetick who must mourn In widdow'd sadnesse till best Charles return On the Death of the Right Honourable Francis Earle of Bedford ELIGIE WHat apparition's this who is 't that weares About him wrapt a Christall shrowd of tears Who is 't that in deaths mansion breathlesse lies In stead of tapers having griefe swolne eyes Stuck round about his Hearse what an amase Begot by griefe and wonder here displayes Sorrow in 's blackest Ensignes as if all Mankind intomb'd were in this funerall My admiration leaves me now each breath Sighes in sad accents glorious Bedfords death The Iron Souldier that 'i th rage of warre Nere wept when all his body was one scarre Nor sigh'd at groanes of Infants now does keep His Obit and like a soft Virgin weep The Courtier whom religion scarce would win Ere to diffuse a drop for his loose sin Now unconstrain'd part in this sorrow beares And weares no other Iewels but his teares Wrapt in sad Cyprisse misseltoe and yewe Their Daphne layd aside the noble crue Of Phebus Priests lament him till their cries Turne all to Epicedes and Elegies Nay in this sad distemper of the State When most mens softnesse varies into hate All now contend in mourning to be chiefe And know no other passion but their griefe He whose Illustrious vertues with his blood Ioynd did intitle him both great and good Who with a modest sweetnesse striv'd to win All mens affections as if there had bin In his pure essence multiplyed every part Of true nobility fixing in his heart Which seemed the spheare where honour did reside Without the least formality or pride Not like those curious great ones who create Factions and strange distractions in the state Who by malignant Councels strive