her As for her dresse she had rather owne any infirmitie either in colour shape or feature then cover them with an undecent much lesse an immodest attire though her judgement even in this be like the royall stamp to bullion which gives it reputation and denomination and makes it currant so doth her approbation any fashion In a word she is honoured of those she reverences and reverenc'd by those she loves she had rather know her self truly wise then be thought so yet would not onely be vertuous but be esteemed so she knows there may be envie in the first without cause and dishonour in the other without reason Come Ladies you at deare rates buy The French wash and Italian dye All you who paint they say will trade Here is true beautie will not fade Looke well into this right Court glasse And learne by it your selves to dresse AN ELEGIE Vpon the Right Honourable The Earle of LINDSEY 1. GReat Lindsey's falne yet did not fall by chance For Sparrowes fall not but by Providence What are our sinnes when such as Lindsey fall One who so often had been Generall One nere deceiv'd our hopes by Sea or Land And had been now as glorious in Command Had our Reserve of Horse as bravely stood To their great Charge as Lindsey made it good But they pursue the chase therefore we may And justly too say they lost us the day Sure their Commission was not left so large That a Reserve without Command should Charge For a Reserve for safe Retreat should stand And should not stir without expresse Command Their Zeale to honour and the Kings just Cause Might make brave men forget strict Martiall Lawes So Lindsey fell as when the Phenix lyes In her rich Urne another doth arise Even from her ashes So from Lindsey's grave Another Phenix we or Lindsey have A gallant man and of most noble parts As great a Master of his trade as hearts But the old Phenix in his Martiall heat Did great Gustavus past his Cannon beat With reverence yet old Christian speaks his name Then boasts from Danish blood the English came Wee must acknowledge and confesse t is true The Normans their discent from Rollo drew And Rollo was a Dane by birth yet wee Thought Lindsey mongst the Danes as brave as he And we beleeve that our young Lindsey rather Improves his stocke then borrowes from his Father Hic jacet Robertus Bartu Baro Willoughby Dominus de Ersby Comes de Snidsey Magnus Angliae Camerarius apud Edghill Serenissimi Regis Caroli {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} A turmis EquituÌ„ in regis presidiuÌ„ relictus in prelio vulneratus etiam ad mortem sed non sine Victoria cecidit An Elegy upon the right Honourable the Earle of Northampton I Must acknowledge now I love thee more When thou art not then ere I did before The love wherewith I living loved thee Is changd to honour of thy memory As rarifi'd ayre turns to the purest fire So what I lately lov'd I now admire Many professe they for the King would die Thou for his sake didst offered life deny Thou wouldst not beg but Martyrdom command They offered what thou wouldst not understand There 's not a hayre which from thy head was torn And in despite to Loyalty was worn In Triumph not a wound to thee was given But they are in the black Records of Heaven And when the Grand Inquest for blood shall come They must strike Tallies for thy Martyrdom How many Scotch Bawbies cast in account Would to the Talents David left amount For if wee reckon wee cannot go lesse Then this proportion this they must confesse They noble loyall blood I dare be bold Compar'd with theirs will this proportion hold What disadvantage hath our Cause since we Become such loosers by a Victory Hic jacet Spencer Dominus Compton Comes Northamptontae progenie nobilis Conjugio foelix filiis utrisque dignus qui sanguineo regi fidelitatem martyrio obsignivit Nec magno Gustavo dissimilis victor in praelio juxta Stafford per infortunium cecidit Anno salutis 1644. An Elegy upon the right Honourable the Earle of Kingston KIngston thy losse was Epidemicall It was indeed a generall losse to all I will not name thy Ladies interest Childrens nor servants theirs were farre the least Though I dare say thus much for all the three Th 'ave lost as much as in a friend could be No better husband liv'd nor kinder father Nor nobler master joyning these together I speak the losse but as it did relate To God his Church the King and to the State For his Religion it was pure and sound And no man better understood his ground A Protestant he liv'd a Martyr dy'd Professing truth his truth by death was try'd This I dare say the King had none more able Nor really loyall at his Councell Table Of brave resolves and of a publick spirit Who knew him best knew he conceald his merit Discreet he was and providently wise Kinde to his friends and faithfull in advise No man his Countrey better understood Nor was more apt to do it reall good Though he was rich I dare pronounce him just No man was more religious in his trust Nor better understood this kingdomes Lawes Yet he with noble blood durst seal the Cause Nor would great Kingston in the Cause have dyed Had he not been in Conscience satisfyed As well as Law These two hee durst not sever Since God in this Cause joynd them both together Hic jacet Robertus Comes de Kingston ortu nobilis conjugio nobilior sed prole nobilissimus {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} An Elegy upon the right Honourable the Earle of Carnarvan HEre lies the highest Fancy of our Times Who Lucian like could sharply scourge our crimes Whose wit Mercuriall was high and sublime So near ceration ' â—wanted only time For he had all our Artists could require To mâ—ke th' Elixar matter art and fire All three sublimed to as great a heigth As Art and Nature could and all set right Thus near perfection brave Carnarvan fell Who left behinde him scarce a paralell If men shall rise in judgement then I fear This loyall Lord shall condemn many a Peere Who more obliged to the King then he Have scarce returnd or thanks or loyalty Hic jacet Comes de Carnarvan Baro Dormar Mercurio magnus sed Marti major qui vitam hanc in Regis causa cum armis deposuit vulnere sed nobili ictus heu cecidit invictus An Elegy for the Princely Brothers of the Illustrious Duke of Lenox STay passer by and fix thine eye Oh see who here Intomb'd doth lye Three Brethren of Illustrious birth Loyall as ever breathed on earth Stuarts and of the Noblest blood But more because they made it good I dare pronounce their deaths as loyall As was their births and actions Royall Mistake mee not it is their dust Not they
the earth hath here in trust Their soules are mounted up farre higher Above the Element of fire And shall unto this dust returne Nay shall this very dust informe When all this world shall be calcin'd And in that generall urne refin'd Nay which is more they shall appeare More glorious then they ever were If Chymists by their art can show What vegetives from salt may grow And make them in a glasse appeare In specie as they growing were If salt of flowers their formes can keep Till fire shall cause them from their sleep How much more when that Trump shall sound Shall fire and ayre the sea and ground Their treasures to their formes restore More glorious then they were before If Martyrs as the Romists say Can Merit an Aureala I dare pronounce these three lie here Deserve those Diademns to weare It is the Cause men undertakes Not sufferance the true Martyr makes The Cause is Gods and therefore good They seal'd this Cause with Royall blood If these to any can be due Why not brave Brothers then to you En jacent hic tres Heroes Illustrissimorum Principum Lenoxiae nec non Richmundiae ducum filii fratres nec tanto patre nec fratre quamvis Regali Indigni qui diversi in preliis sed unanimiter cecidere qui Regi fideles sanguine nec minus Regali Regis causam obsignarunt morte verè nobili triumpharunt An Elegy upon my much honourable friend the Lord Viscount Falkland HEre Beuclark lies Arts monopolist rather Who engrost more then that most painfull Father Greaâ—Origen who so out-vi'd the rest Even all the glorious Fathers of the East Besides he was a compleat Courtier too Yet could the Souldier in his trade out do His noble fancy was indeed so rich No pen of Europe flew a higher pitch Envy it selfe must needs confesse that hee Was Mars i' th Camp yet the Court Mercury Faukland too forward prest in his advance Hoping to beat them from their Ordinance An ill meant shot both to the King and State Untimely put a period to his date Gods powerfull hand turns that great wheel we know The lesser moves so Starres work here below How else should Twinnes so differ in their fate If Starres mans fortune did necessitate When heaven does with its punishments begin It oft makes sinnes the punishment of sinne We were Rebellious unto heaven 't is reason We should be scourged with the Whips of treason This is not done by fortune chance or fate Our sinnes heavens justice doth necessitate Vicecomes de Falkland vir Regi merito Charus ex intimis ejus conciliis fidelitate clarus Musarum Militumque patronus vir pius virtute plenus en jacet hic intempestive sepultus Qui apud praelium juxta Nuebery vulneribus transfixus in Regis causa Rege teste â—ecidit invictus Anno Domini 1644. An Elegy upon the truly honorable Sir Charles Cavendish VVE won thee Gainsborough but with thee lost more Then thou wert worth or all we got before There noble Heâ—ne Marcham and Beeton fell Men whom their Armies could not paralell There Candish fell a man whose very name Like Ziscus drumme struck terror where it came A man whose vertues justified his blood And prov'd his own of Cavendish's as good As that of Bruces both did run in 's veines And in his actions men might read both streynes Who knew him knew there never lived a creature Of a more noble sweet engaging nature Yet to his daring nothing was a task Should he his courage not his reason ask His errour was still where he had command In action he would have too deep a hand So by his own example thought to make The too reserv'd their cautious feares forsake And so too farre engag'd brave Candish fell A man whom both the Nations lov'd so well As t' was with Homer in the Grecian Story Both Nations claime an interest in his glory Where ere the Sun is by his journeys known As his companion there we Candish own Hence we derive and prove his title good The Scots derive him from great Bruces blood Although the Scots in competition are With us for Bruces blood we have our share In him as well as they from subjects we They from their Kings derive his pedigree But as for Candish we derive a claime As just as their 's both in his blood and name Hic jacet Carolus Cavendish vere miles Gulielmi secundi Devoniae Comitis filius tertii frater qui sub Illustrissimo Gulielmo Cavendish Novi Castâ— comitis nec non Marthiniae Equitum Cohortium praefectus insolita magnanimitate Equitum Rebellantium Cohortem Caedens heu cecidit invictus An Elegy upon his noble friends and Allies the Earle of Chesterfields Sonnes BRave Stanhops you have really made it good You are discended from true Royall blood Few Fathers have in this kinde been more crost But fewer could so gallant sonnes have lost But th' are not lost who suffer in this cause If we respect or God's or humane Lawes Did Christ to Caesar tribute money pay The badge of Conquest what can subjects say Would he submit himselfe to Caesars Law Who was a King must not his subjects draw You paid your Caesars tribute in such blood That I dare say few subjects have so good You drew your sword for Caesar and you tri'd Your Fathers right which cannot be deni'd Who is 't hath done the cause more right then they And none could die more nobly for the way There are but few to whom the King owes more Except the Duke look through the Royall score Then unto you he hath lost more then you Three of the Royall blood and you but two Your sonnes have such a stock of honour wonne They have enrich the blood of Huntington What they had purchas'd they on yours bestowed And bravely paid to nature what they owed Pernobilis Philippi Chesterfeldiae Comitis Clarissimae Conjugis ejus Regali stemate Huntingtoniae Comitis filiae filii en jacent hic qui sanguinem sanguine sublimarunt morte etiam illustri ditarunt Upon the right worshipfull and my valiant Countreyman Sir Richard Hutton Knight DIvide the World twixt Peace and Warre And these two have a glorious share This for them both I le boldly say There 's none can go a Nobler way What Honour can be due to either Must needs be due to both together The one a Judge of whom we must Confesse his Epithet The Iust The other his renowned Sonne Who hath farre greater justice done That to his Conscience bravely stood This seal'd his Loyalty with Blood Our groanes are but like wombes of earth Which labour in a second Birth When all the World shall be calcin'd These shall appear like Gold refin'd Our Saviour shall his Mintage own Stampt with the Miter and the Crown For this Badge all his Saints shall weare Who in this Cause have suffered here Hic jacet Richardus
CHARACTERS AND ELEGIES BY FRANCIS VVORTLEY Knight and Baronet Printed in the Yeere M DC XLVI TO THE LOVERS OF HONOUR POESIE GENTLEMEN YOu whose constitutions are even and equall not over-balanced with earthly and base metall love Honour and Gallantry in any man virtus in hoste probatur You who know God made all things by his owne Rule of Proportion in weight measure and number you who are friends to that Divine Noble and Royall Art of Poesy for what is it but well weighed words made even by that Lesbian Rule of Proportion you can best judge of these phancies dedicated to you as they are meant The subject of my Poetry is noble and the noblest of Gods creatures Man brave men loyal men who have dyed like Ionathan and his brothers either with the King or in his Cause most of them the other were worthy a better Muse as well as they This way of service to the memory of the dead wants not presidents worthy our imitations Kings and Prophets and the greatest Law-giver whom I will take for my first president of Poetry even Moses who from Gods owne mouth gave the Law to his owne people he composed such a song as the Lambe and Angels make use of it Apoc. 15. which was his song of deliverance he left composed and so first sanctified Poetry as Christ and his Apostles in the New Testament by the allegation of the Psalmes and Prophets who were both Poets and Vates Also S. Paul sanctified the Heathen Poets David vir secundùm cor Dei that pious Prince that martiall King that glorious man of God truly deserved that glorious Epithet Princeps Poetarum Solomon the wisest of men composed his Songs and Canticles David in this way of Poesy made an {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} for Saul and Ionathan And Ieremy made the {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} for good Iosias He that goes up to the mountaine of God shall meet the Prophets with musicall raptures The Jewes buryed their dead with great ceremony and had their Praeficaes women singers their {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} their songs of mourning and lamentation their burning of Incense and sweet odours for their Kings and solemn mournings for their Princes They mourned and fasted 1 Sam. 31. 13. and 2 Sam. 1. 12. for their Kings they mourned many dayes as for Moses and Ioshua and so for Iosias for whom as I said Ieremy made the {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} The chief mourner at every resting place sung the usuall {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} or as we call it the burden of the song like that in Ier. 9. 18. that our eyes may run downe with teares and our eye-lids gush out with waters And this they did in hope of Resurrection as well as honour of the dead for they comforted their friends with places of Scripture fullest of comfort as that of Esay 25. 8. He will swallow up death in victory and wipe away all teares And Psal. 72. 16. They shall flourish and spring againe as the grasse on the earth And they called the Church-yard or burying place BETH CHAIIM Domus viventium the house of the living The Primitive Church used such Ceremonies in this way as would passe for Popery amongst us now adayes though it was in the purest times of the Church used so much as it was by mistake abused and turned to Idolatry But if that were a just exception against lawfull Ceremonies it may stand as well against Doctrine as Discipline for both have beene abused the one by Heretiques the other by Schismatiques and both ought to be observed the one in ordine ad esse Ecclesiae the other ad bene esse So this kind of Poesie hath warrant beyond exception and this ceremony of Buryall He who wanted it amongst the Jewes was said to have the buryall of an Asse so Ier. 22. Ieconia vvas said to have such a buryall Thus much I have said to satisfie the curious or rather ignorant concerning Poesy and the honourable mention and memory of the dead And they who had it not in the Primitive Church if it could be had were said to have insepultam sepulturam As for my Characters and Translations they are fruits of Phansie and vvere but as Salads are to solid dishes to sharpen the appetite so these to my serious studies vvere or as Davids Harp to the melancholy thoughts of my imprisonment I must acknowledge with thanks to God I found singular comfort in this way and this sufferance and that it set an edge upon my over-tyred and dulled braine and these Phancies vvere the fire vvarmed them My vvish is they may be accepted of such as know how to judge and have so much honour not to misinterpret good meaning and my zeale to the Cause vvherein I suffer I thanke heaven God hath supplyed me vvith a large measure of patience and comfort as pledges of his favour and so much charity I wish them rather a right understanding then any ill and such a proportion of inward comfort as may make them as happy in their Liberty as I am in prison Let them therefore with Charity reade what they find in this little Volume and such an encouragement may produce to the view of the world my more serious Studies to which these were but a preparative and as I said before a salad to more solid dishes which I will promise you shall be served up if this please if not I have not lost my patience much lesse the comfort of my phancie which none can take from me and I can content my selfe with that Greek saying which suits me as well as if it had been made for me {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} The Motto of my Family AMICITIAS VOLO INIMICITIAS SPERNO I study my friends and scorne my causelesse enemies This is the Resolution of your Servant Fr. Wortley CHARACTERS AND ELEGIES CHARACT I. The Character of His Royall Majestie MY Soveraigne is a King whose Vertues make his claim as good to a Crown as his blood and his birth-right doth to this yet no King in Europe can derive his right from more royall vertuous and victorious Predecessors then he nor better prove his title in relation to all three then my Master can What the Brittains lost to the Saxons they to the Danes and the Norman got from both is his birth-right besides the Kingdomes of Scotland and Ireland and Principality of Wales additions to the Normans Conquest Had he begun his first Quinquenium as he hath spent these last and drawne that blood abroad which hath been spilt at home had he been as quick in justice as he hath been apt to mercie had he brought in the Scots into this Kingdome as his Father did had they not been called in my Master had been the most powerfull and the most happy King in Christendome but he was born to raigne when the Aspects of
thou been Rome's thy supererogation Had rais'd a stock of merits for our Nation But thou ' art ours I joy I live to know I had a friend good men shall reverence so Henricus Spilmanus Eques auratus hic jacet cujus solertissimae industriae non minus Ecclesia debet quam Respublica Brittanorum namque Saxonum nostrorum mores Concilia Leges etiam amissa nobis restituit Nec in se magis quam Prole Faelix Obiit Anno Salutis 1642. Upon his Noble Friend Colonell Slanning HEre Slanning lies who was the second best Brave Greenefields rivall Vesper of the West As Pompey was to Caesar so would he None should his equall but a Caesar bee For when he heard how bravely Greenfield fell He would not over-live his paralell But covetous of as brave a death as he He crowned his with glorious loyaltie Of all the West the King had no two friends More really his more glorious in their ends An Elegy for my dear Godson and Nephew Henry Morton Sonne to my good brother Sir George Morton Baronet HAve you observ'd a Cedar wonderous straight Admired for its freshnesse youth and heigth Cut down before it came to its full growth Such the proportions were of this sweet youth And such his fortune loyall to the Crowne Scarce writing man though man enough cut down I must confesse brave youth thou hast made good My share both in thy name and loyall blood The first I gave thee that 's thy name the other Thy blood my sister was thy vertuous Mother A Mother worthy of so brave a Sonne If heavenly soules know what on earth is done Her 's would rejoyce that thou could'st so improve So small a stock of time to purchasse love And die so rich in that and reputation Thou wert an honour to thy blood and Nation All this in noble Morton was lies here A name will force from every eye a teare Nay from the souldiers heart knowes not to weep Yet know he is not dead he doth but sleep As souldiers being alarum'd rub their eyes So when the trump shall blow Morton must rise Not to a battell there no more shall be But to triumphant glorious victory The crown of glory such as Martyrs there Are crowned with shall loyall Morton weare An Elegy upon my honoured friends and Countreymen the valiant Collonels Howard Heron Fenwick Lumpton Claverin and Carnaby FIrst high born Howard to Heron led the way Fenwick and Lampton both fell on one day Brave Claverin's heart was burst with griefe that he Without revenge should their survivor be The next to these stout Carnaby he fell To make the number a just paralell Six braver men then these the fruitfull North Of Martiall spirits in one age near brought forth If we may nature check without offence Shee was too prodigall in her expence Six such brave men to be borne in one age And fall so soone must some sad fate presage Had these six liv'd the King had had no need T' have rais'd the South-parts to make good the Tweede These six I dare say had secur'd it more Then Rome did with her Legions heretofore Had Claverin liv'd t'have been their generall H' had more secur'd the North-parts then that wall Severus rais'd so high had it still stood The presence of these six had been as good But those same sinnes which cut of these I feare Will make the passes over Trent as cleare Our sinnes have brought in strangers heretofore As friends proud conquerours and may do once more An Elegy upon the right honourable the Countesse of Dorset DOrset is dead even she who could support Unenvied power and honour in a Court Who by a wise King was plac'd there to be The Tutresse of his Royall Progeny Shee for the Mirrour of the Court might passe Who ever lookt vertue reflected was This Glasse was wrought and polisht with that skill That would reflect still truth but nothing ill She by sweet Gravity reproved youth As God does lying by his stedfast Truth High Close Committee proofe her vertues were A Spanish Inquisition she could beare Should both the Houses joyn should they advance That powerfull Engine cald their Ordinance And rayse a Battery I dare undertake It scarcely would the least impression make Into her Honour for her vertues were Above the proofe of that strange Engine farre No pen is so Malignant will not write The Vertuous Lady was her Epithite Hic jacet Comitissa Dorsetiae animae corporis fortunae dotibus clara marito chara mundo pro liberis provida nec minus suis benigna filiis foelix fama foeliciâ—r sed fide foelicissima Sic Vixit etiam in Aula ut Aulicâ—s vivere Principes mori doceat In this mean Grave which scarce appeares A Lady lies embalmd in Teares That you may know these Teares to prize They were distild from Princes eyes Committed to this Ladies Care Who in the losse had greatest share Poore Princes you have lost much more Then you could value heretofore Your Father stranger to his crowne Scarce to his own deare children knowne Nay which is worse then this you are Deprived of your mothers care What loyall heart reads what 's writ here Can chuse but sacrifice a teare I must confesse when this I writ With loyall teares I watered it To think how glorious I have seen My royall Soveraign and his Queen And to think how some now endeavour These two whom Heaven hath joynd to sever T is Heavens Decree it must be so This is our faith and this we know They both are pious God is just The Cause is his and there 's my trust Vpon Francis Quarles I Must confesse that I am one of those Admire a Fancy more in Verse then Prose Yet thou in both workst on my judgement so I scarce know which to choose which to let go As if Platonick transmigrations were The Harp of David still me thinks I heare Thy powerfull Muse hath so strong influence Vpon my troubled Soule and every Sense For when thou Solomons mystick strayns dost sing Thy Muse then speaks the language of that King And when thou undertakst the Kings just Cause Thy strength is such thy Reasons binde like Lawes This doth thy reason and thy loyalty prayse That crowns thy Statues with eternall bayes Thy muse hath raisd a Monument for thee Thy prose a Pyramid of loyalty Thy memory shall be precious here below Whilst men the use of sacred learning know Thy soule is with thy deare beloved Kings And there with them new Halelujahs sings Upon a true contented Prisoner VVHat 's liberty it should be so desir'd 'T is only when deni'd to men admir'd W' are more displeased with the least negative Than pleas'd with all that God to man can give We are scarcely pleasd with Gods great'st blessings health And liberty unlesse God give us wealth A little tooth-ach a fit of the stone Or gowt destroys them and all these are gone We are imprisoned in