griefe which can expresse it selfe is small That 's great which makes men in amazement fall Vpon the death of the most vertuous and religious Lady Madame SVSAN LEVVKENOR in allusion to her name signifying a Lilly FAire Lilly flower thou bearest thy name aright Amongst the Dames thou wast for woman head As is among the flowers the Lilly bright Like flower thou hast not left vs in thy stead For beauty and sweetnesse bounty modesty And lilly loue and purest chastity And chiefly for thy sweetest sweetnesse piety Thou wast A wofull word alas to say Now like a Lilly which vnkindly frost Or soultering heat through Phoebus piersant ray Hath smitten right anon soone hath it lost That goodly state became it erst so well And that pure white wherein it did excell Yet of the former sweetnesse doth reteine some smell Or as the Lilly rauncht with cruell hand From tender stalke to dight some garland gay Hath reau'd the garden where it wont to stand Of that faire sight which there it did display So thou ô cruell Death whose fell despight Of fairest flower hath rob'd our garden quite Faire Lilly thou in heauens garland shin'st more bright O! as the Lilly cropt doth yet retaine Within her root some part of liuing power Which may with Springs returne put forth againe And many stalkes adorne ech with his flower So mought it ô faire Lilly fare with thee Many like flowers for one God let vs see O goodly sight And so it is or so shall be W.B. On the death of Sir EDVVARD LEVKNOR and his Ladie DEath came to him she willing he should liue Called pale Death vnto her weary bed And wish'd her dearest husband mought suruiue And that she might be stroken in his sted He heard her sute and death importuned To ceaze on him and suffer her aliue So ech would faine their life for other giue Death with the choice amaz'd at last thus sed 'T is pity that a paire of soules so deare Should by my fatall stroke be seuered One would be loth to liue without his fere One shall not be without the other dead Ah Death I wist not earst thou wert so witty But call'st thou Pitty this 't was cruell pitty Vpon the death of the woorthy Knight Sir Edward Lewkenor and his vertuous Ladie SHould I inuoke your aide you luklesse nine Or pray you helpe my sorrow-burthened verse Sits not with mournfull plaintifs to be fine Or stately strowe fresh flowers on fading herse Suffice me that my sorrowes selfe may be Both Muse and matter to mine Eligee Nor need I now those howling hirelings aid That helpe affection with their mourning art Tribute of teares is easie to be payd Soone weepe the eyes when wounded is the hart Let fained loue shed teares enforcedly Vnfained mine will weepe vnfainedly Had not the headlong fates with ruthlesse spight Bereau'd these Worthies of beloued breath My sullen words had not my thoughts endight Nor had I worne a sable Cypresse wreath But now vnhappy now th' heauens so ordaine What heauens decree we spurne thereat in vaine If heauens fate-binding doome be such and such Why do I fill the aire with bootlesse plaints Let not my wailefull verses haplesse touch Disturbe the arches of these quiet saints But ô let passions tongue haue leaue to speake Lest passions fury make his prison breake Ah neuer let me so respectlesse part But rather let these sorrow-drenched eyes Streame out whole fountaines from my sobbing hart And let my plainings eccho to the skies So may the euer-turning heauens proclaime Our home-bred sorrowes to another maine Let not those dayes be mark't except with teares Or wip'd out of the Kalender of Time Nor hang in file on Genius siluer heares Guilty of so inexpiable crime As wont the guilty conscience flie the light Let them be couered all with pitchy night Let not ô let not after-times record The fatall sisters lawlesse power of death Was such O why should these sad dayes afford Matter for backe-bite Momus brood to breath Their ioyfull Iöes to a higher straine Or frame triumphals to their bitter vaine As if ô madnesse any would be glad Or please their moody fancies at this sight When Enuies selfe at this euent is sad And black-mouth'd venemous vnhallowed spight Dares not prophane those sacred altars Fame Erects and iustly to their vertuous name And ô what madnesse hath my wit distraught Vnkindly to enuy their high estate I saw their happy soules with pleasures fraught Triumphant enter in Elisium's gate Elizaes spirit with the blessed rest Did flocke to welcome so desired guest Liue long in blisse you heauen-beloued soules For vs since we your dearest presence lost Since what we most desire great God controules Yet shall our comfort in this one be most That what your happy breath whilest you did liue The same your blessed memory shall giue W. Firmage DEATHS APOLOGIE and a Reioynder to the same STay Stay good men Runne not so fast away My word I will not harme you once trust Death Loe here my dreadfull dart aside I lay See see these fearefull fooles As if full eath I could not soone at take ye if me list Was neuer man could yet out-runne me that I wist But hearken Sirs the whiles I heere defend Mine innocence against your harmlesse spight Ye talke and write your list as if ye wend That Death were deafe or had no sense of sight In these large eye-holes Rest perswaded thus I heare ye all and reade I trow vt Clericus In euery leafe before loe heere the priefe Ye raile on me and at your pleasure call False cruell cursed Traitor fellon thiefe Once shall I be auenged on ye all Nay stay I 'le keepe my word now though not long But this I say be Iudge your selues ye do me wrong For first I plead I am an officer Of highest God whom ye haue all agilt Was neuer Hangman counted Murtherer Or once araigned for the bloud he spilt Nor am I Traitor false that warne before Let no man trust me Thus I counsell euermore I am no Thiefe for nought I take away The soule and body both I leaue behinde But this is true that from the baser clay I separate the purer spirit the minde Multiplication or Alchymy You mought me thinks more truly call my maistery Yet not which lawes forbid of heaped gold This worlds good I recke not all a beane And whatsoeu'r I be I dare be bolde Of couetise to iustifie me cleane Of briberie and partialitie No officer I trow is in this world so free But to be faultlesse I account but small Except I well deserue I nought excuse What euer crime that I am charg'd withall O then vngratefull men which thus abuse Your chiefest friend and rage as ye were wood At him that is the only worker of your good From wretched world the confines of your life To blissefull Paradise from whence ye fell By one offence occasioning the strife Twixt God and you
THRENODIA IN OBITVM D. EDOVARDI LEWKENOR Equitis D. SVSANNAE Coniugis charissimae FVNERALL VERSES Vpon the death of the right Worshipfull Sir EDVVARD LEVVKENOR Knight and Madame SVSAN his Lady With DEATHS APOLOGIE and a Reioynder to the same PROV 10.8 Memoria Iusti benedicta LONDON Printed by Arnold Hatfield for Samuel Macham and Matthew Cooke and are to be solde in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the Tigers head 1606 HONORI AC MEMORIAE CHARISSIMORVM CONIVGVM EDOVARDI ET SVSANNAE LEVVKENORVM QVORVM ILLE NOBILI FAMILIA IN AGRO HARTFORDIENSI NATVS A PVERITIA OPTIMIS DISCIPLINIS INNVTRITVS ADOLESCENS SOCIVS COLLEGII D. IOHANNIS IN ACADEMIA CANTABRIGIENSI POSTQVAM EVASIT IN VIRVM S. PRINCIPIS ELIZABETHAE DOMESTICVS PRIMVM EXINDE IN AGRO SVFFOLCIENSI EIRENARCHA POST IN AMPLISSIMVM ORDINEM SVPREMAE CVRIAE PARLIAMENTI NOVIES CONSCRIPTVS POST REMVM A IACOBO MAGNO FOELICE BRITANNIARVM MONARCHA EQVESTRI DIGNITATE ORNATVS CVI VNO ORE OMNES CONSENTIVNT CIVEM FVISSE BONVM MELIOREM MAGISTRATVM VIRVM OPTIMVM CLIMACTERICO SVO AD SVPEROS CONCESSIT IIII. NONAS OCTOBREIS HAEC ILLVSTRIS HEIGH AMORVM FAMILIA CVM SORORE COHAERES FOEMINA RARI EXEMPLI PIETATE AC MODESTIA SINGVLARI ANNO AETATIS SVAE LVI VIRVM CVI SE NVNQVAM IN VIVIS ANTEFERRE SVSTINVIT MORIENS VNO DIE PRAECESSIT VIXERE CONIVGES SINE QVERELA AN. XXXVI VNIS EXEQVIIS SVNT ELATI AN. M.DC. v. V. ID IAN. FILIOS SVPERSTITES RELIQVERVNT II FILIAS VI. PARENTIBVS OPTIMIS AC DVLCISSIMIS B. M. P. E. LEWKENOR F. YE learned Sisters which mount Helicon And high Parnassus cragges vnneth to scale Your best beloued seats in times begone Haue enterchanged for that lowly dale Amid'st the which sweet CAME doth softly slide Willing may seeme longer with you to bide And with his BRIDGE doth couple what his streames diuide So may you neuer of your change repent Or thinke to change againe for other place So may the rigor of the Heauens relent Which on your mansions faire with frowning face Hath look't too long and this contagious ill Be soone remoou'd and farre kept from them still So may your numbrous nurselings all your houses fill So lastly may our PHOEBVS deigne to see And with his gracious sight those Temples blesse And consecrate them with his Maiestie The highest pitch of all their happinesse No lesse than those your other deare delight Which by the FOORD of OVSE are stately pight And since that day do rise and threaten heauens height As ye vouchsafe to lend your willing eare And condescend to Sheepheard swaines request If yet the same but equall shall appeare And to your selues may worke no great vnrest Scarse may though needs it must his suite be tolde O griefe who seeks the cause of griefe t'vnfolde And double griefe which doth from remedy withholde Lewknor alas is dead that worthy Knight And follow'd his good Lady dead before And both within a day Helpe vs to dight Their herses with your plaints and if no more Helpe with your teares our common losse bewaile Your teares are left if other power do faile And fellowship is ease though griefe do nought auaile If of this paire one from his tender yeeres Was wholly yours denoted heart and will Nor that alone but of his equall peeres Few might in all your arts surpasse his skill If in your Court he did sometimes defend No vulgar place O you that wont to lend Your teares to others losse some on your owne exspend You shall not mourne alone the State hath lost A Senatour of many Parliaments The Church may well account her losse is most Of such a sonne The Countrey sad laments A wise and vpright Iusticer The poore A worthy house keeper O if no more Ye feele your owne yet others domage helpe deplore And if how much he in your gifts surpast So much the Graces sweet his Lady graced A right Susanna vertuous faire and chast A lilly bright though now by death effaced If both in euery part of vertue were A matchlesse match a paire without compeare For Vertues sake weepe while ye may not weepe a teare Whereto serues all your skill if not for this To blazon farre and wide well purchasd praise And register to all posterities In honors iust records what might vpraise A caytiue courage vnto faire pretence And teach a gentle Spirit flie from hence To highest heauen Loe heere your arts chiefe excellence Liuing and dead your faculty is debt To good desert which payd in life may haue Malignity perhaps thereat to fret Not so in death No enuy lets the graue Discharge this debt with safety euery deale And let eternall Fame the acquittance seale The world be witnesse vnto whom ye may appeale Besides O let me tell you otherwise Ye owe this duty to that worthy paire Sith first from you the danger did arise Which wrought their death That harme ye ought repaire So might it be repair'd O that it might Butah for life the recompence is light To waile the dead or verses in their praise endight Pardon my griefe if ought my tongue haue strayd Dread Ladies well I wot vnguilty all Ye beene of blame heerein It was misse-sayd No greater sorow mought your selues befall But this is true from that vnhappy place Whose late infection did your nurselings chase To diuers parts this mischiefe came Thus was the case Two sonnes they had Ah now no longer they This worthy paire were hanging on your brest Their chiefest ioy and care when they heard say Contagious Agues did begin t'infest The place whereas ye dwell Not fear'd in vaine As since the sad euent hath shew'd it plaine And such before the Pestilence are wont to raigne Nature and Reason bad them seeke to shend From danger those their hopes They send straightway To fetch them home Their Father had a friend Of well-approued faith full many a day Whose sonne in equall danger with his owne He could not leaue but sent all vnbeknowen His Father for him to Hence hath this sorow growen O weake and feeble wit of mortall wight Which wor'st not what to take and what refuse Chusing the worst thou ween'st to hit the right And leauest the best which wisdome were to chuse As now this worthy knight he would set free His owne from harme and saue from ieopardie His friends also but all his care turnes contrary Not many dayes but sicke began to fall This youth I told in kindnesse brought away Before I should haue told you first of all His fearelesse Father which mislik't his stay From you as losse of time had thought againe Haue sent him backe The knight needs would retaine Him with his sonnes which turn'd himselfe and them to paine But now his father gan most instantly Request he might remoue him home from thence It was within a mile or two thereby Scarse might he speake so much without offence But heard straight way And set you then so light Your only sonne as that regardlesse
which did you all expell Two wayes there lie one kept with brandish't flame Of Angels sword no mortall wight may passe the same But I am Porter to that other gate Straight is the wicket nor without my leaue May force or skill winne enterance thereat O foolish men what madnesse doth bereaue Your better wits which ought of Death to craue That through that happy gate you might free passage haue As wandring Pilgrime from his natiue soile With many weary steps which long hath strayed And in his iourney found but paine and toile And dangers derne that haue him oft dismayed How gladly doth he climbe the welcome raft That to his countrey soone and safely shall him waft O men your life is but a Pilgrimage Heauen is your natiue seat of blessednesse This world here yeelds you sorry herbigage Sweat Sorrow sicknesse Paine all wretchednesse Mine is that only Barge that through Gods grace Shall faire and well transport you to your dwelling place Were 't not well done to leaue you heere behind That loue your exile like your misery And cast your countries care all out of mind But for the Soueraigne Maiesties decree Which bids me bring your liues all to one end And send to Hell such as to Heauen will not wend. O if vnwieldy Age with stealing pase Approaching fast should cast vpon your backe His heauy burthen when your riue'ld face The former beauties painted pride should lacke When euery sense waxe dull eares deafe eyes dim Taste all vnsau'ry starke and stiffe each ioint and limbe How would ye then bewaile each weary day And wish ye rid at once out of your paine Why is this loathed light Thus would ye say On wretched wights alas bestow'd in vaine And life on such as no lifes ioy can haue Which long for Death which glad faine would find the graue As when the painfull labourer hath spent Some longer light of swelting Phoebus ray And faithfully hath paid the common rent Of sweating brow vnto this earthly clay To winne his bread how sweet a thing is sleepe That his forwearied limbes in dreamelesse rest doth steepe Such Sleepe is Death such Day this life of your The longer still more painfull than at first All is but toile full wast of troublous houres Yet of declining Age the last are worst But how would ye complaine of tedious day If neither Sun would go nor sleepe would come away Besides from these complaints what shall I tell That greater mischiefe whence I set you free No paine or torment were it that of Hell Is halfe such ill as Sinnes base slauerie Sathans by Sinne. O euer wretched men Till from this Death which only can Death rid you cleane This knew right well the paire you so lament With other Saints whose memories ye praise To whom the ioiful'st message could be sent From heauen was grant of what they wish't alwaies Soone to be loosed from these bonds of Sinne To be with Christ and soone eternall glory winne But you ô seruile kind rest well appaid With this your Bridewell nor that worthy name Ye all vnworthy beare which should vpbraid Your recreant thoughts doth ought vp lift the same To where your Sauiour loe aduan'ct on hie Doth glorious sit at Gods right hand in Maiesty There crown'd with him these two and all the rest Which while they liu'd prepar'd and wish't to die Are now secure of all that might infest Their blessed state of Sinne of misery You waile their Death they pity this your paine And would not be for all this world vndead againe Is this inough to cleare mine innocence And proue my good desert or haue ye ought Which heere against may make the least pretence Say hardly what you can But well bethought With Tragicke termes ye curs'd my cruelty Which both at once this vertuous paire haue done to die Thereto said some it was a sinnefull deed So vertuous part thus ill to recompence But this it prooues me thinks that greatest meede It is to vertue soone to go from hence If God be iust as sure he is the best Amongst rewards he giues vnto the worthiest Nor was that least reward which you complaine To pay with Curtuous duty Natures debt Was neuer any man that could maintaine To longer terme a point of vertue yet O goodly praise and euen to be enui'd These vertuously did when they liu'd and whiles they di'd And if such gaine it be to leaue this light And losse to liue though you account it gaine If fellowship in you encrease delight In sorrow somewhat mitigate the paine For them it was the best say what ye will To go together whether Death be good or ill Besides in truth these two by iust account In life but one both Flesh and Spirit were And as in lawes esteeme they did amount But to one person so they seem'd to beare One mind And wa' st not fit one Dust one Graue One Soule one Enterance into heauenly ioies should haue Farre be from Death such cruelty to part So one a paire to breake so euen a yoke Heere to themselues were wont to wish you dare Might neuer faile to hit them at one stroke Goe blessed Spirits yfere which louely late Were in your life nor in your death be separate But O base Earthwormes whether shall I call Boldnesse or madnesse rather this of your Dare you presume t' emplead the Lord of all Or aske a reason of that Soueraigne power Why this he doth or thus Because he will His pleasure 's iust and that shal be performed still That will of his I doe but execute As now to take this Lady and her Knight At once away His pleasure absolute Was such O cease this vn-approached light With feeble eies to view nigh not this flame Poore flies for feare your wings be sienged with the same And yet for Prouidence this let me say If that high Wisedome neede defence of me Why should ripe corne in field for haruest stay Or mellow Apple hang vpon the tree These two were ripe for heauen or neuer none The bough but touch't with gentle hand they fell alone What need more words If ought be done amisse Blame not the seruant for the Masters will I did mine office If such villanies As Murther Theft and Treason I haue still Detested If base Gaine hath not infect These guilty hands if of no crime I be detect O if I shew you Christ in glorious throne With him the Court of heauen where be my friends The Patriarchs and Prophets euery one Apostles Martyrs all which at their ends Long wished for before faire welcom'd me If through my meanes this paire with these now ioined be O men I craue no fauour doe me right Condemne not thus a guiltlesse innocent Or if ye thinke to spend your hateful'st spight On him that you least harme yet neuer ment O let me die loe heere when all is seid The surest proofe to die not il Death would be dead I know I
must And well I am content To leaue this thanklesse office what you men Account worst ill let be my punishment Soone let me die Crie lowder yet Amen But Sirs you must go first no remedy Whil'st any one of you's aliue Death cannot die Come then Who shall be first which to dispatch That Hangman Death through his owne noble hart To stabbe the Traitor will this dagger snatch Or with this halter lesse to feele the smart Will helpe to hang the Fellon speedily Or with himselfe empoison him more cunningly Thou hast deseru'd to die Take here this knife Do some iust thing aliue with edge or point And thou in this disgrace what boots thee life From yonder Tower thou mayst thy necke disioynt Thou know'st not how to liue why draw'st thou breath Needs must thou die chuse while thou maist some fairer death Thy dearest friend thy loue thy life is gone Vnfaithfull senselesse blocke why stai'st behinde Thy goods be lost why mak'st thou bootlesse mone Till beggerie or famine do thee finde O Coward wilt thou take this iniurie Without reuenge Or die or kill And kill and die Old man I know thou hast of life thy fill Die Die poore babe thy life begins with teares Die wretched men you call vpon me still You happie die whilest yet no ill appeares Die all that once the feare of Death were past T 's but a minutes while As good at first as last A REIOINDER TO Death O Subtill Death that would'st enmoue my minde To loath this life and from my pensiue brest Dislodge it selfe The stronger law of kinde A secret bond which can not be exprest Enchaines that with this body still to dwell I hate thee Death suppose that why I can not tell Yet if from God from whom none ill may be This life doe come 'ts good if that be ill Which good depriues for all thy Sophistry I know thee well The worke of Sathans will The wracke of Nature The first borne of Sinne Gods curse The wretchednesse we men be wrapped in Thou plead'st thou art an Officer No lesse Is Sathans selfe the cruell fiend of Hell Thy wicked words thy murthering mind expresse That would'st perswade weake men themselues to quell Traitour thou giuest no warning that we know Not thou that none thee trust but wisedome warneth so A threefold thiefe thou are which takest away Soule from the body body from the soule Both from the world And that which thou dost say To scuse thy coueteise I can controule By text of holy writ Three other moe To thee there beene whose greedinesse neuer saith ho. Art thou not partiall which alike do'st take Vnequals all why staies thy fatall blow From traiterous wretches first why do'st thou make The best thy marke God mercy would it so The best be fit for heauen the worst may mend So would his Iustice all our liues came to one end No thanke to thee well yet thou freest our life From many miseries So greater ill Secures the lesse As where the Plague is rise It ceaseth other sicknesse wilt thou still Vaunt from sinnes bondage how thou set'st vs free That honour's Christs vaine boaster 'ts no thanke to thee What Do the damned Ghosts from sinne surcease Or see they Christ or rest in heauenly blisse As true it is that these which now in peace Haue left this world which knew they should not misse Of better-changed life were friends to thee O no they wish't and longed for eternity And dar'st thou mention Christ with caytiue tongue Thine enemy thy conquerour thy death Or promise Paradise o filth and dung Which nigh infectest with thy noysome breath Those heauenly ioies So vaunted once the Flie She rais'd the dust whilest on the waine she pearch't on hie Thou lik'st Death well No wonder that at all Fooles loue themselues though riuals be away That passeth yet where thou do'st sadly call To helpe dispatch thee men themselues to slay Thy worth 's not such Nor we such fooles to die O subtile folly soone the feare of death to flie I can a better way than that I trow I will despise and scorne thy hurtlesse hisse Alas poore worme thy sting is gone I know Doe then thy worst Thy worst shal be my blisse I haue deseru'd to die And so I shall I must when God is pleas'd I am content withall Yet shall it not be vengance for my sinne Christ is my boot that neuer made offence His death or rather life shall enterance winne For me to Heauen when thou debar'd from thence Shalt headlong into lowest Hell be cast Go now and vaunt to giue the thing thou neuer hast As to the rest if in disgrace I be The more I 'le scorne thee If my state be base I 'le liue in spite of Death more bold more free Let them feare Death that stand in Fortunes grace Needs must I die what skils it when or how One life I haue let Tyrants take of that inough My friends are gone Their happinesse is more I 'le loue them in their issue left aliue O might I lead them their high steps t' adore Though far before and to their Fame suruiue My faith should well appeare though left behind If not their Death with griefe shall oftner come to minde My goods are lost No goods or els not mine I had not lost them had they beene mine owne Ill mote I thriue if for such losse I pine My patience left my state 's not ouerthrowne If I be wrong'd I 'le wreake me at my will I 'le take a noble vengeance and do good for ill What sayest thou Death Put on thy dreadfulst face And arme thy murthering hand with bloudy dart From vertues path I will not step a pace With God to friend all should it sticke my hart Thus liu'd this paire whose bodies dead here lie Thus di'd O Christ so let me liue so let me die Loe heere I meeke me to thy gouernance Lord of my life and death welcome thy will Thy souereigne wisdomes gracious purueyance Shall be my wish please thee to spare or spill If thy offence as greatest ill I flie That while I neither care nor feare to liue or die FINIS ERRATA Pag. 1. lin 2. vneath to p. 3. l. 4. bites the graue p. 12. l. 10. defletura p. 12. l. 17. supremos p. 13. l. 18. tantu'st p. 14. l. 11. it chorus p. 14. l. 18. mensis p. 15. l. 13. R. Theob p. 16. l. 3. vndique vos p. 16. l. 4. vndique deflent
deposuêre domos Sic finire dies decuit sic ducere primis Vltima mors vitae sic fuit apta suae Viuite foelices alijs sponsalibus instat Praefinita dies instat alter hymen Intereà tellus laudes aequabit Olympo Siuè Edouarde tuas siuè Susanna tuas Quas benè religio meruit quas munera Musis Quas benè mors meruit quas benè vita prior E Coll. Regio In coniunctum EDOVARDI LEVVKENORIS Militis dignissimi SVSANNAE vxoris eiusdem eximiae obitum VIrque vxorque diù paritèr vixêre quid inde Et pariter vitam deseruêre suam Quà m benè conueniunt quà m iustis consona votis Quà m benè respexit summus vtrumque Deus Qui sic imposuit vitae sinemque labori Sic vt vtrique suus possit abesse dolor O vos foelices dicam queis corpore iunctis Aequali semper viuere sorte datum At ter foelices animas queis carne solutis Iam datur in clara luce videre Deum E Coll. Regio Amplissimi viri EDVARDI LEVVKNOR militis 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 eruditorum patroni singularis coniugis SVSANNAE foeminae lectissimae memoriae Carmen HInc abit Eduardus Lewknor quis sanctior ille Aut quis Apollineo doctior ore fuit Ille fuit morum 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 nubecula nulla Eclepsis radijs nec fuit vlla suis Instar Crystalli 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 nec naeuus in ipso Sed sine nube nitens sed sine fraude virens Verius es Magnes quid enim non attrahis olim Laudem nunc lachrimas vrbis orbis habes Aliud LEwknor abis nobis magnos abeundo laturus Luctus aetherijs gaudia magna polis Ridet adesse hymnis elegis iam deflet abesse Te tuus aether habens te tua terra carens Miles abit sequiturque suam bene fidus amantem Susannam vxorem dulce decusque suum Vnà voxerunt ambo simul ambo abierunt Et simul Elysijs exspatiantur agris DA. DOLBEN Coll. S. Ioan. Epitaphium SI nescis Lector tumulo conduntur in isto Digni nominibus foemina virque suis Hâ—nc etenâ—m fecere viro Leucanera nomen Candida mens purae relligionis amor Suâ—â—â—â—â—m vxori nomen dedit vna matronis Gâ—mma colenda Fides intemerata thori O male cur ambos simul inuida fata tulere Quà m vellem vlâ—erius viueret is vel ea O bene viuentes quos vis sociauit amoris Vita cedentes hos sociauit humus Epitaphium 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 In egregium Equitem 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Aliud QVae bene conueniunt genus ars opulentia virtus Raro conueniunt sunt tamen ista tibi Mortemque hoc superas quod tantum corpus ademit Non tibi virtutes nec tua parta tuis Aliud QVid septem errantes numerantur in aethere stellae Quando artes vno tot nituere viro Iuncta quòd his pieta dici sphaera vltima possis Teque mori mea non sed tua Musa vetat RO. THEOBALD Coll. 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In Lewknorum nobis ereptum coelo additum MAgnus honos magnum praeclaro stemmate nasci At maior stirpem vincere mente suam Dispeream ni Leuknerus generosior ortuâ—… Et genus formam vicerit ingenio Vicerit ingenio tali quale haud periturum Credidimus sed mox mors inopina rapit Nec mirum tales citiùs sibi Rector Olympi Vendicat nostros non sinit esse diu Ergo mihi salue aeternùm aeternumque valeto Sancte vir aeternum nomen ab orbe feres QVos viuos thorus vnus amor coniunxerat vnus Vnaque defunctos nunc habet vrna duos Et quos October modò nobis abstulit vnus Si non coniungat pagina nostra nefas Viuite foelices animae simul vnus Olympus Vos habeat Phoebe haec tu bone Phoebus eris In obitum viri nobiliss iuxta ac doctiss D. Eduardi Lewkenor Susannae suae Ad vxorem VSque adeone tibi charus lectissima coniux Vt prae te possit nullus adire nâ—cem Ad virum Tu quoque sic properas gratas periture sub vmbras Foemina quòd potuit te sine obire necem Ad vxorem Siste monent Musae gradieris sera sub vmbras Vir tuus vt praeeat foemina siste monent Vxor. Mallem mille pati mortes concedite Musae Me sine quà m pereat pars prior ille mei Ad virum At tu cui melior finxit praecordia Phoebus Per si quid nostri sit tibi dulce mane Vir. Te te mitte preces sequar o sequar vmbra per vmbras Chara animae coniux Pieri mitte preces Ad vtrumque Foelices animae virtus quas acrior egit Viuere nec solas nec potuisse mori Gu. Hu. T. C. In obitum viri illustrissimi quâ virtute pietate quâ natalibus doctrina Dom. EDOVARDI LEVVKENOR cum lectissima coniuge D. SVSANNA vnius diei interuallo erepti Epicedium NVper vt extinctum vidit LEVVKENORA VIRTVS Et comitem SANCTAE CONIVGIS ire suae Prospiciens alijs dum certa pericula temnit Officij ne pars desiet vlla cauet Fleuit Et hanc meritis mercedem talibus inquit SVMME DEVS sic heû sic datur esse PIIS Cui PIETAS Miserae Mors vltima linea vitae Atque eadem aeternae est ianua certa PIIS Quid miserare HOMINES Nempe his occumbere FATVM est Quidue PIOS LVCRVM est Hoc quoque quod CITIVS Quod PARITER rapti caussa haec super vna querelae est Atqui erat EX VOTO hoc Sic voluêre mori G.B. C.E. The same in English verse for verse VVHen Virtue lately did behold Sir Edward Lewkenor die And hence depart in his religious Ladies companie Others from danger whiles to saue his owne he doth neglect That only shunnes in virtuous deed to shew the least defect She wept And ah for such deserts this recompence quoth she O highest God Thus thus alas reward'st thou pietie To whom Religion thus Death is this wretched lifes last date And to the godly Death the same is life-eternals gate Why wailest thou men To whom to die once it is destinie