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The Belides or Eulogie and elegie, of that truly honourable John Lord Harrington Baron of Exton, who was elevated hence the 27th of Febr. 1613. vvanting then tvvo moneths of 22. yeares old. By G.T.
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G. T. (George Tooke), 1595-1675.
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Of likewise doubly five concomitant As brisk and active sences nay my soule So doubled was and in a word even all My trim at large that now I could discourse Vrge pro and con communicate converse All with my double selfe nor knew the fell Extent of solitude Even strange to tell I now so clung an Individium was So fix at home and yet so bivious At the same time and far abroad that now While ranging with my hounds or with my plough In the circumference yet was I still At home upon my center could be while At Popes likewise at Paris To proceed So beneficiall was my being ty'd In Hymens rosie bands that now my hope Was propagation and the rearing up A Tree of such Descendents so repleat With commendable fruit as should relate My Name beyond mine Vrne Lo this the trance The whilome portion did so high advance Damask and dresse my cup thus was I clad In gold and scaâ—let but now sit full sad Vpon the Dung-hill death implacable Has with the sorrowes of unhappy sable So roughly hamper'd me that my recruits Conspicuous increments and double sutes Being deducted npw I dwindled am To poore againe and single to become Halfe under ground where rest thy selfe in peace My dearest tother part ô rest and cease From all thy terrene labours with a guard Of blessed Angels keeping watch and ward About thee constantly and when my pulse So wound up in the wombe by that excelse Celestiall Architect the tale has run Of minutes here in charge has fully spun Of Clothoes Distaffe be my reliques lay'd So neere to thine that wither'd when and dry'd From moyst and viscuous even our crumbling dust May blend promiscuously till when the just Shine as the Firmament and having turn'd Many to righteousnesse are as 〈◊〉 As glorious as the stars we rise anew By that omnipotence that can subdue All things unto it selfe as heretofore And ere our love dissever'd rendring store Of humble and eternall praise to him That sits upon the Throne and to the Lambe A MEDITATION UPON The Decease of those truly Noble LORDS under-named So so let Babel Edom shoot like those In Harvest at our losse with mocks and mowes Tell it in Gath thus adding deep to deep Wormwood to bitternesse yet God will keep His darling from the Dog can out of stones Raise Abraham children he that interpones So for his Church though Dorcet Hamilton Southampton Oxford and Belfast be gone The way of flesh and blood will sooner yet His covenant with day and night forget Thâ—… saile to Sion not the squallidest Sea-monsters but they gently draw the breastâ—… Suckling their young or if a mother can Forget her child yet God is love in graine Will vindicate his Turtle-Dovâ— nay cover Her wings with silver and her feathers over With yellow Gold Nor Babell be so perk At some thus of the Temples carved work For sinne deducted us we but with rods Thou shalt be whipt with Scorpions and in Gods Right hand there is a cup the dregs whereof Shall be thy portion Ahabs Ivory roofe And even the Tyrean Turrets built so high That Eagles at a lower randome fly And the Goliah's there in Sentinell Are lessen'd even to a Gammadims must feele His line of vengeance who could so divide Our Succoth meet our Schechem and ô ride On prosperously thou fairer far then men Girding thy sword thus for thy right hand then Shall teach thee terrible things shal thresh the horns Of our fierce Bullocks rabbid Vnicornes Like Wheat of Madmanah Ride on ride on Strengthning the feeble knees and every bone That thou hast broken still they shake the head Cry so so would we have it eat like bread Thy people up and then the late decease Of these heroick Lords diruted has As many of our Barres has made our breach More desperate ô be gracious then and reach Thy soveraigne flaggons let no clouds returne After the raine and for the stakes out-worn Thus in the service of thy Tabeenacle Distribute thousands Blesse ô blesse the tackle Of thy poor labouring Ark and crown her toyle With Arrarat and her high places while Our mighty Hunters despicably melt Like fat of Lambs or be like water spilt Nor to be gathered up againe else will Thine enemies blaspheme upbrayding still The promise of his coming I and say To day shall jove it as did yesterday And in far greater measure bow thine eare Thou good and glorious Cherub-rider heare And answer us how long how long ô Lord O bare thine arme again and draw thy sword A RELATION Of the Tempest dispersing us in the Bay of BISCAY at our unfortunate Voyage towards Cales Males An. 1625. THe generall hemisphere was thick was all In sullen ash-colour when straight a shoale Of ominous Pork-pisces drove through the fleet And the fierce Ruffin Boreas swore it meet Each saile should strike owning th' Atlantick main Likewife in soveraignty then issued rain The wind grew â—…st'rous sea began to roare Like a lug'd monster to disclose a sowre Outragious surface and where other nights The mantling billow shone but Chrysolites But sole with spangs and gliding lights enchas'd The gentler wave now as an army vast About us quarter'd lay our generall ken Was full of horrid fire the fretfull brine Vpon a thousand mountains far and neare Like burning Becons hung and every where So much combustion that benevolent Cymodocé for very anguâ—sh rent Her sea-green haire nor any Phocè wild No savadgest b Amphibium but impell'd With horror fled a shore no boysterous Whale Incorrigible Orke or other fell a Phiontides but now they shot for dread Into the bottome owse O who may read What various bedlamry what worlds of woe A storme imposes to the deep below Our ships were thrown and then againe so soon So high as if the same Birth with the Moon To have or glorious Argo But observe In earth-quakes how the strongest buildings swerve Totter cast fire-brands and all their loose Vtensils round promiseuously loe thus Did our poore Fleet so feele on that throughout The decks all stowage with our selves to boot From side to side in medley flew and even So was the great Anne Royall likewise driven Amid the frantick waves to roule and reele And tosse and tumble up her mighty keele That parcell of her brasen bandogs broke Through all their tyes and but with mutual shock Poysing each other like the Vipers young Turn'd into paricids had split her strong And massie ribs Nor could the rest but mourne Like infortunities our long-boats torne From their big Hawsers rudely bandied were By waves and monsters for the Catches there Some could Sea-mewes make a shift to live In this combustion othersome declive And broken wayes not brooking over-wrought And fiercely swalowd were our Prams distraught Cuff'd up and down and rack'd with severall seas Both fore and aft ' were driven to
With hideous consequents Amal. Even a defeat Replyes Amalaswenth ' so grimly checking Nay Mating Millions Looke as at the breaking Of some extended broach or beetle-brow From hoary Caucasus observe but how While headlong often grasing here and there It rends and furrowes up both bush and bryer Both branch and blade imbarking multitudes In the Mal-heur thus omniously boades Our Swedens expiration thus ô thus In gulphes of griefe as broad as bottomelesse Implunging infinites O that the wombe Had smother'd me before my birth in dumbe And silent darknesse now the glorious face Of our designe shall dwindle in disgrace And gather blacknesse Come come let us fly My deare Panaretus me thinks I see The Reliques of our butcher'd Saints as throwen And exprobately scambl'd up and downe As chips at cutting wood Fame With fell affright The Roses in her face now Lilly white Beganne to languish and she startled up Distractedly her anker-hold her hope Now drove amaine when loe Panaretus In sweet and pretious compellations thus Rejoynes with her anew Panar Bur tell me then Shall such a man as I turne back againe Leaving the Plough shall wee that reckon'd are For beams and pillars of the Militar And Orthodoxall Church ignobly swerve Moulder and leave it thus why but observe And he that sowes in rivolets of teares Shall after reap in joy who weeping bears His precious seed and thus in season out Shall doubtlesse come againe and with the shout Of those in harvest bring with him his sheaves Retract retract I say ô how it grieves Me for thy fear thy fall collect thy self And let us bravely fink both sirt and shelf Impatience pre-supposing steeple-deep In the spring-tide of zeale Fame Here 'gan she weep And chatter like a Crane hiding her head In a black Cypresse Wimple while the sad Panaretus pitching his eyes a'spar Vpon the ground does intr'imly prefer A Seane of silence giving so much line To recollection and the discipline Of sundry second thoughts that as the fruit The sequell of this intermitted mute Parenthesis from her dejected stoup See now at retrive how she heighthens up Gathers and grows againe her beamy brow Late in a Cypresse Lanthorne muffled now Shines as of yore and every principle Of holinesse e're-while within her soule Remissely drooping rowses now againe And like a Giant wheu refresh'd with wine In her so strongly races raignes so cleare That even become as brave and bold as e're The wife of Lapydoth her fiery zeale Thus vents it selfe Amal. O how doe we reveale Our sexes many weaknesses and wounds Yet so the good Samaritan infunds His soveraigne Wine and Oyle that now goe to Bring forth the rods the beasts the wheeles I do Now seare and cut and kill let me be made A lighted torch a Sarmentarian sad At Rome night-revells doe doe string your whips With Scorpions Asps or somewhat that out strips Their venome far I bring the fury-full Busirian horses the Perâ—llan Bull Or exquisiter torments yet my trust My treasure there is laid where neither rust Nor moth nor theife nor tyrant Panar Glorious dame Virago-royall the diviner flame That on thee so much fortitude confers Establish it relentlesse as the bars Of an imperiall Palace never time More pressing then the present of so grim Precipitate condition And awake Thou right hand of the Lord up up and take Thy former strength againe why do'st not thou Turne Moab to thy wash-pot cast thy shooe Out over Edom Fast their Princes make In links of Iron and their Nobles break Like to the Poâ—trs vessell Vp I â—ay And bare thine arme againe as in the day Of zâ—â— and Orâ—â— oâ— of those that had Their punishment at Enâ—or and were made Like dung upon the earth Was it not thou Of yore by whom the Hâ—â—sits even a few Derided silly Geese though in their head But a blind ziska baffled so the spread Presumptuous Eagle and her severall young How sharp their pounâ—â—s and another strong Assertion of thy valiance was it not Thy dexterous managing our pike and shot That when the spanish Charles was lately growne So high and supercilious melted down His pertinacy worsting him to flye In raine and darknesse precipitiously Among the ragged mountains take ô take Thy former strength againe awake awake And buske thy selfe to battayle thou alone Maugre his furious brand hast lately slaine The gyant Tscherclaes and 't was thou that did'st That Rodomont the Fridlander amidst His iron men defeat ô shew thy power Thou art our fort our moat our countermure Our totall confidence Fame But halloe here The deaff'ning tempest does againe so reare It selfe in monstrous pillars interwound A thousand Drums d pirading might be drown'd And swallowed in 't I such the noyse so fell As tozes all the Welkin makes it boyle Like Oyntment in a pot What shall I say Alas my wings so palpably decay So fiercely ruffled are and ravel'd out In the combustion that I much misdoubt Some crosse Catastrophe and by fine force If beaten from my pitch shall but disperse For a redundant Elephantine book These petty fragments ô the furious shock The horrible disgust Farewell farewell My perspectives my wings are with so fell Distraction tugg'd and wearied all my dresse So puzzl'd is and shatter'd with the stresse Of many furious Typhons that unfit To weather out the worke I here submit Descending back to prompt the bustling brothers Nat ' Butter Gallo-belgicus and others Annae-Dicata OR A miscelaine of some different cansonets dedicated to the memory of my deceased very Deere Wife ANNA TOOKE of Beere Loves labor lost ALas how often by some Rillets side With heavy bosome have I trod the Meads And finding them with grass and Christial beads So trimly cluster'd thus began to chide Yee want nor dew to fledge your verdant quills Nor western wind to fanne the Summers heate Shoots not the Soyle from yon superiour hills To make your clovers fragrant and compleat With store of soveraigne blooms are ye not drest And studded thick or does not many a Swan And many a Nayad that even ravish can With pretious modulations speake you blest But then what makes such store of Willough here Why foster yee this badge of discontent Me thinks you should some nobler Pendant weare The Palme fat Olive or the Laurell Gent ' I say since happy and so highly blest Me thinks ye should converse with plants of grace And like a Lady tricking up her face With Pearles and Rubies be not pebles drest Fie fie dismisse this Livery forlorne Confine it to some craggy mountaine top Or barren Desart where it may be worne With more propriety or since my hope In Seas of sad dispaire is toss'd and torne And dayly drencht with many a rigid billow Passe it to me give me your wofull VVillough The Redundant Lover DEare since we parted never did I see A beauteous Summer fly or fancy pyed Or garden-bed or Plume or