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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A75368	A funeral elegie, upon the death of George Sonds, Esq; &c. Who was killed by his brother, Mr. Freeman Sonds, August the 7th. anno Dom. 1655. By William Annand Junior, of Throwligh. Whereunto is annexed a prayer, compiled by his sorrowfull father Sir George Sonds, and used in his family during the life of the said Freeman.	Annand, William, 1633-1689.; Feversham, George Sondes, Earl of, 1599-1677.	1655 (1655)	Wing A3219; Thomason 669.f.20[12]; ESTC R211580	1,482	1

A FUNERAL ELEGIE Upon the Death of GEORGE SONDS ESQ c. Who was killed by his Brother Mr. FREEMAN SONDS August the 7th Anno Dom. 1655. By William Annand Junior of Throwligh Whereunto is annexed a PRAYER Compiled by his sorrowfull Father Sir GEORGE SONDS and used in his Family during the Lafe of the said FREEMAN REach me a Handcerchiff Another yet And yet another for the last is wett Nay now a Glass to bottell up my teares For present pressing griefs and future fears Could sighs could groans could sobbs or ought revoak That sudden fatal fearfull deadly stroak The Muses should be summon'd in by force And spend their All upon his wounded Coarse Could measur'd lines griefs infinit display The sacred Nine with Him who rules the Day And all who in Immortall Thrones reside In spight of greatness should a charge abide To consecrate and to adorn his Hearse Revive his life and club unto a Verse Or then let Sable darkness canop'd in night Eeclipse them all for ever Here 's a fight That ripens sorrow breaks op ' Griefs magazine Horrors great store-house compass'd in his Shrine Of life of sense all are dispossest And by one Dagger loe each heart is peirc'd Thy death thy death dear soul might wonder move How the Old Serpent thus should kill the Dove Thy habits so refulgently did shine That we knew ●ought but what was thought divine In thy expyring it was made appear In bloody Wounds the * Trinitie was clear The gates through which thy fertil soul did mount To bless'd aboads came to the full account Of Twelve or four times three And three Hath ever in it some great My steric Nor was it for thy good dear heart That Heaven thus suffer'd man to act his part But as Gods hand mayd Nature doth not eye Nor this nor that but all in part doth spye So here God acts in manner so so ample That All may have thee Alwayes for example Of this lifes frailty most stupid here may know There 's no abiding City here below Behold the reaking blood heart sign'd with murther staines Wisdoms great Citadel defac'd empty veines Of one so young so good so lov'd of all After the closure of a Festivall So gentle modest rich discreet and wise In dawning of his youth to close his eyes None more in Grace in Speech in featur Destroy'd 'cause none in Grace in Speech was greater The best of Sonnes Heires Friends of Masters Thus bath'd in his own blood O sad disasters Good God what can what shall mans frailty thinke When thy great goodnese at this Act did winke But thou art just perhaps thou thought'st it sitt And Lord unto thy Judgement I submit Rest happy Soul above with God in Love Where malice hate is out of date Expecting still the end That Pious souls attend Vivet Post funera virtue A Prayer made by Sir GEORGE SONDS for his Son FREEMAN SONDS used in his own Family so long as be was living LORD wee beseech thee look down in Mercy on that most miserable and unhappy creature of thine Freeman Sonds Lord soften his hard and stubborne heart LORD give him a trve sight of this his most hainous and bloody sinne Lord give him grace to cry unto thee by true and unfeigned Repentance that so thou may'st have mercy on his poor soul Thou art the Fountaine of mercy and all flows from thee His Father upon his earnest desire though he hath killed oh fowly killed his dear Sonne and ruined him in all his hopes hath Pardoned him Oh do thou then O father of Mercy in that said houre of his death receive him in thy Armes of Mercy that his sad Father may yet have this comfort That though thou hast made him childless and left him not one Sonne on Earth alive yet which is much better they live with thee in Heaven in aeternal Blisse Dear Father grant us our request and that for thy beloved Sonne JESVS his sake our LORD and onely Saviour Amen London Printed by John Crowch 1655. * He was slab'd with a Three edged Dagger so that the wounds were Triangular