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cause_n	effect_n	evil_a	good_a	4,841	5	4.5571	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08185	Monodia or Walthams complaint vpon the death of that most vertuous and noble ladie, late deceased, the Lady Honor Hay, sole daughter and heire to the Right Honorable Edward, Lord Dennie, Baron of Waltham, and wife to the Right Honourable Iames Lord Hay. By R.N. Oxon.	Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616.	1615 (1615)	STC 18523; ESTC S110161	9,043	30

Danes that Royall King Her larger streame to lesser brookes did bring When Denmarks Nauie did on her broad breast My sister Hartford with long siege molest Where he that time his foes proud hearts did ●ame And burnt their Danish Fleet with English flame Was 't not enough I say I so should bee Bereft of comfort in beloued Lee But that by death eu'u shee whom all did know To be ay me that now she is not so My garlands fairest flower should be defaced The fairest flower that ere my garland graced No hand will crop the stemme vp in despight That yearely yeeldeth flowers ●or delight No churle will lay his axe vnto the root Of such a plant that yearely yeeldeth fruit Yet shee true plant of Honour O ste●ne death Eu'n bearing fruit was blasted by thy breath If euer beautie might preuaile with thee A ra●er beautie eye did seldome see If euer honor she most noble Dame Was Honor selfe in nature and in name● If euer Vertue she was that faire shrine Whence Vertues beames vnto the World did shine How could'st thou looking on her louely face ●ift vp thy hand to strike when in that place Youth grac'd with a●l the graces heauen could giue Did with such beautie beg thy leaue to liue How could'st thou but let fal thy deadly dart When sad●y she at thought of which my hart Now bleeds afr●sh distilling from her eyes D●●ps pure as pearle did shew in wofull wise Her childed wombe that thou should'st pitie take I● not for hers yet for her infants sake H●w could'st I say but mildly looke vpon her When in her barthened wombe that babe of Honor Did for the mother mercie seeme to c●ie And she againe for her deare babe would die O vnrelenting death thou could'st not then Strike though thy hand were I f●ed vp but when Lucina brought the sweet babe from the throes Of the chast mother to this world of woes Then then thy hand did crop my Honors ●lowre My Beauties bud my Bounties Paramoure But why did Nature to augment her fame With cunning build vp such a glorious frame And heau'n with her more glorious spirit grace it Finding no fairer mansion where to place it Yet leaue it like vaine bubble made of breath To be a triumph to victorious death Poore N●ture wel I see that all thy powre But weaknesse is Death daily doth deuoure Thy noblest workes of beggars and of Kings The generation from corruption springs Flesh is but dust made vp in humane shape To which weake Nature like th'Eternals Ape T'ind●ce vs to beleeue that she can giue Eternitie to make it euer liue A liuely colour ouer it doth lay Which makes ●lesh thinke it neuer shal decay But flourish euer when vnlookt-for Death Doth in a moment blast it with his breath Flesh is but flesh the fairest things doe fall The strongest stoop Death is the end of all Loue-drawing load-stars vnto whom is giuen Shape like the winged messengers of Heauen To whose sweet beauties all mens knees are bent Helpe me O helpe me kindly to lament This honor'd Lady Lady of all Honor And in your gentle hearts so thinke vpon her That in the glasse when you with curious care Trimming the tresses of your golden haire Shall wonder at your selues you then may say This beautie is but borrowed for a day An houre a minute or a moments space Death 's heere is there at hand in euery place The Springs most hopefull bud in youthful May Is sometime with the blossome blowne away The fruit sometimes doth perish in the bud At most it can attaine but so much good As to grow ripe and drop into the shade Both blossome bud and fruit in time doe vade Nor doe I simply challenge Death alone Of that late wrong too soone alas yet done To the dead mirrour of all wome● kind Th' ineuitable end of things design'd And written by the great Creators hand In the star-text of Heauen shall euer stand And in it selfe is good but euery end Vpon a mediate cause doth still depend And though by meanes at euil ends we aime Yet diuine prouidence directs the same And makes when wicked we all good neglect An euill cause produce a good effect So that sad inst●ument of wicked ill By which death doubtlesse found the way to spill This glorious worke of nature euil ment Spoile was the end and scope of his intent But heauen did frustrate what his purpose was Yet in his action suffer'd him to passe That so her ●oule shut vp in house of clay Vnworthie such a guest might find a way Vpon deaths ladder from base earth to rise For death is Honors scale to climbe the skies But woe to thee the while whose wicked hands Were instruments of death t'vnknit the bands Which in that body held so faire a mind In which soule enuies selfe no fault could find O wretched world whose crooked backe doth bow And grone beneath foure ages past yet thou As old in euill as in age dost nurse Thine owne disease and which alasse is worse Dost only yeeld thine aged pappes to those That are blacke mischiefes friends and vertues foes Thine iron age the worst of all the foure In no part good when good men did deplore Astr●as flight from hence to heauen aboue Was not so bad but that it may improue This thy last age of clay of dirt of mud Of anything more vile or void of good When euill spirits in shapes of men doe dwell And earth it selfe is made another hell Astraea then from earth to heauen did flie Because truth troden downe did helplesse lie Beneath oppression and to her was giuen That place where now she holds the scale in heauen Yet Honour with vs st●●l did seeme to stay As if from earth heauen would not take away Vertues reward till Vice did so abound That now true vertue no where can be found Or if it can yet doth it want reward The sonnes of Honor now haue no regard To baser vice greatnesse of state inclines Who●e vpstart groomes ech where in purple shines Soule-sauing vertue shames to shew her face To be true vertuous now is to be base And honestie whence Honor takes her name To those professe it is accounted shame Then happy she though haplesse we lament The absence of her noble soule which sent From Heauen at first as heauenly dew did fall Vpon this sinfull earth and finding all Too grosse end muddie where shee mig●t remaine Was through the poores of her lifes fru●t againe Exhal'd from earth by those attractiue rayes Which heauens bright sun of mercy thence displaies Where vnto her all glorie now is giu'n Astraeas selfe and all those stars in heauen Which antique times did stellifie of yore Giue honor vnto Honor euermore No part of those rare parts that did excell Whose worth no tongue much lesse thy Muse could tell● Though she oblig'd by dutie gaue th'g assay While time doth last on earth shal ere decay For heauen

whe● liuing she did truly honor Now dead bes●owes a liuing name vpon her A name to liue while fame hath wings to flie For sure on earth the fame shall neuer die Of her true noble Syre a patron knowne Vnto weake want and second vnto none For great good deeds which Enuie cannot blame Nor to this Lord denie but yeeld what fame To 〈◊〉 and his deare daughter dead doth giue That she by him and he by her may liue May liue in those two noble pla●ts which shee True honor'd ●o●d hath liuing le●t to thee In whom that so t●ine image and her owne May vnto all posteritie be knowne Heauen giue them le●gth of dayes blesse them so That from suc● plants fruit euerm●re may grow Who in all 〈◊〉 times may claime the crowne Of that il●st●ate deed which doth renowne Their Fathers name of which if these bad dayes Which slights best things would hearken to my layes My Mus● great Lord should strike so high a string T●at boldest Bardes should cease to heare her sing And on thy Faulcons wings alost should soare To tel of thy great Ancessors of yore And of their valour whence deriued came Those armes that now nobiliate thy name When like a tempest that proud Pagan hoast F●om the North seas ariu'd on Scotlands coast Where neere Loncart the noble ●iuer T●y From that sad sight as grieu'd did glide away When she beheld her countries lot sinke downe And fame in fight her foes with conquest crowne Till with his plough-beame glory-thirs●ing Hay Aided by his two sonnes did crosse the way And forc't his flying countrie-men againe With courage to 〈◊〉 head vpon on the Dane Whose hoast destroy'd with a plough-beame that day He sau'd his King and countrie ●rom decay Of which vpon that field the Hay●● own land The Faulcons stone a trophe still doth stand But backe my Muse their glory may not bee Thy subiect now yet we by this may see That by him liuing bles● is she now dead Who made him blessed by a frui●ful bed She dead he liuing both blest euermore In that fatre fruit which her chast bosome bore Her chastest bosome which was once the bowre Where vertues Queene did keepe her court whose ●lowre Which from a plant in paradise did spring Set in her thoughts faire garden forth did bring The fruit of chast desire and spotlesse loue For which her happie soule now sits aboue Those that for other vertues praysed beene In women chastitie is vertues Queene Which through that grace which vnto her was giu'n For her true zeale vnto the King of heau'n Without the which none can possesse the same While life did last she kept from touch of blame Ye nobler Dames that all vaine thoughts despise Who would preserue from theft of hungrie eyes Your ●lowre of beautie and would quench the fires Which fal●e term'd loue hath tin'd in base desires Ensue her steps in grace and pietie Which are the guardians of true chastitie O let not those shape-shifters that doe steale By false pretence of sanctimonious zeale Into the closet of your thoughts intice Your eares from truth who by a new deuise Teaching to be vnchast to be no crime Or veial at the least abuse the time Nor let those Pallace parasites those apes VVho putting on the gestures and the shapes Of grauer men with their pro●aner lips To make their Ladies laugh spit forth court quips Against deuotion mocking holy things Improue your sanctitie whence all good springs Shame not to shew in publike as she did Your zeale to heau'n true zeale will not be hid Ioyne outward action to your inward will Not to doe good she knew was to doe ill But from her faith the efficient cause of good And those diuiner vertues vnderstood Of heauenly soules in which she did excell Let me proceed her other gifts to tell Least courtly ease of great ones counted state To wanton Vice might open Vertues gate Her studi●us soule was exercised sti●l For where ease is 't is easie to doe ill When shee herself to solace did dispose To passe the time no vaine delights she chsse If in her needle she did tak● delight What fairer patterne then her hands faire white If shee by art the I illies white would show Then if not there where did white Lillies grow If azure brookes winding the lands about In their true figure she would portrait out Then th●se blew veines were such which on her hand Made little Ilands in a little land Would she worke roses with a perfect red Her lips as often as she did beh●d The si●●e growne short with pearle-like teeth had power To giue a ●●imson colour to each flowre Which on her w●●ke so like the life did show As if h●y by her eyes faire be●ames did grow And th●ough her t●uch for sent did so excell As if her brea●h had giu'n them fragrant smell In which for skill with that ra●e Lydian Dame She seem'd with Pallas to contend for ●ame Sometimes her daintie voyce with breath as sweet As April Zephyr's gentle gales that g●eet Our sent with odor of the mornings rose Sweet ditties did in such sweet tunes compose That all ●hat h●ard her so am●zed were As if their soules were only in the eare While her soft hand wou●d gently touch the Lute And sometimes bid the Violl not be mute VVho taught by her as if they did reioyce To beare a part to so diuine a voyce Such heauenly musicke to the eare wou●d bring That ●oues nine daughters could no better sing VVith whom shee honor'd Lady nights and daies VVould spend in hearing their melodious layes And vnto learni●g euer being a friend To hopefull wits her helpe she would extend But here pe●haps if thou doe hap to write Her noble worth which now I doe recite Vertues companion black mouth'd Enuie sayes Thy pen doth drop a mercenarie prayse But to acquit thee heere the world may know She liu'd not noble Ladie to bestow Her purpos'd fauours on thy forlorne Muse In whom her worth yet which I more abuse Then truly blazon cannot silent sleep Of her great worth what Muse can silence keep Ye thrice three sisters of that sacred spring About whose bankes ye sit and sadly sing Your heau'nly skils contempt and learning● scorne Double your griefe for greater cause to mourne How can ye haue your art must now need● perish Since all are dead with her that arts did cherish Looke not in Court or Citie anie more To find that grace was giuen you of yore Now gentle blouds train'd vp in fancies schoole Doe giue the due of learning to the ●oole Your art is base your skill is counted shame You must be poore with those professe the same A●d thou vnhappie Swaine whose Muse did rayse An image of her Honor poore ●ssay●s In hast compil'd in hope her grace to gaine Neglect of which sorc'd absence did constraine This Ladies losse may most of all lament Too hastie death did all