rege integro cultu Dei Accidere nobis lector istorum benè est Si conualescat deficit mihi spiritus G. I. REdde ô Depositum Patri petenti Redde ô Depositum diserta sedes Tanti non emo Literas nec Antrum Et Phoebi Tripodas Deumque totum Illum sub dubij tepore sensus Et fuscâ biuij trementis horâ Luctantem toties Lare in Paterno Emersisse semel nec inde nostro Illum tendiculas manumque Fati Prensantis toties cauere posse Vt damni mora foeneraret ingens Huic aurae scelus inuidumque nomen Seruaret miseris ruina Musis Nunc iras veteres palam fatentur Musis ah nimis asperae sorores Musis irrita quòd Sepulchra reddunt Et fallunt tenebras silentis Vrnae I am fato cecidit Triumphus ingens Non vulgare epulum rogum saginat Sed Praenobile quodque delicato Reddat iam proceres sapore vermes Cymbam nunc inopem rosis alga Nauclerus Stygiae paludis ornat Ornat sollicitus magisque sudat Quam si nunc reduci foros pararet Aeneae Dominaeque nauiganti Illo quot Veneres Facetiasque Vernantes licuìt videre vultu Quot pexo mulierculas in Ore Et quantos animo viros adulto Vno non potuit iacere telo Virtus tam numerosa sed tenello Centum pectore condidit sagittas Fati certa lues Character irae Dum vestigia vulnerum fatetur Seu morbus fuerat Pudoruè Morbi Crebris morsibus hinc hinc rubescit Absumptum est iaculis repentè pectus Et posses pharetram vocare metam Non sic foemina spinulis refertum Puluillum iugulat veneficaeque Humanas fodiunt acu figuras Non tot vulnera tot per omne corpus Caesar sustinuit quot ille solo Sensit corde puer Puerque spreuit Ingens pectore iamque vulnerato Qui quamuis puer ausus est minantes Non pallere Deas ferociamque Ostentare viri tuamque Caesar Dum stratis operit pudicus ora Obnubitque sinum ferox acer Quem vinci puduit iubente Fato Gulielmus Strode Art Bac. SLeepe sweetest youth in thy still graue Whom birth nor vertue could not saue Nor louelinesse nor youth could free From this doome of mortality Could we with teares thy life redeeme Our eyes should be a liuing streame Or else what would wee not contriue To giue so heauen would thee repriue To older yeeres and would thee saue Till old thou might'st become a graue Thou might'st depart then without wonder When soule and body fall asunder But thou wast louely young and wise The comfort of our hopes and eyes Could Death discerne thy parts or see Hee had enamored beene on thee Thy beauty would force him forbeare His churlish dart and shead a teare To see so faire an obiect stand That loue and pitty could command And force compassion in each one That had or sence or passion But thou wast ripe for heauen and wee Are left behind to grieue for thee Nor are we angry with that doome Could wee weepe Amber and entombe Those louely Reliques which might blesse Our sorrow in thy happinesse That so our teares might thee embrace And shrine thee in a louely place So they vnto eternity Might both enbalme and bury thee Could we thus blesse our griefe and thee Wee should weepe a glad Elegy Had we such comfort in our teares We'd weepe the remnant of our yeres To halfe redeeme thee could wee saue Thy ashes in so rich a graue Though this is but a wished gift Yet griefe can make a louing shift And know our loue can make a roome As euerlasting as this Tombe In spight of death wee will thee saue Both from the fate of death and graue Thy loue shall find though life 's thus spent In each mans heart a Monument Thus wee 'le preserue thee and contriue Though dead thou still shalt bee aliue INuidia Fati prima surrepta iuuenta Hic iacet Oxonij gloria delitiae Hunc populo indignum Musae rapuere benigno Amplexu gremio deposuere suo Formam tota cohors Musarum deperit ambit Aeternumque aiunt Hoc requiesce sinu Annorum spondent faciles per saecula lapsus Dum rapit audaci mors inopina manu Inuidiam hanc rident Musae tumuloque reponunt Carmineo inuita viuere morte iubent Sic quem mortalem Parcae inuidere Cmamaenis Aeternum in nostro carmine tutus erit Gulielmus Pickering Art Bac. De morbo quo fratres vtrique laborabant Corpora tam similes vestesque habuere colores Corpora nescires an tunicata vides Tam similes vtrique dedit morbusque figuras Fratres vel morbo noueris esse duos Sic morbi obseruant habitus conformia Fata Si fuerant fratres viuere vtrosque velint Ioh. Euans Gen. Art Bac. QVam fueras fratris morbo praeposterus haeres Vt viuat titulis posthumus ille tuis Iam nimius fueras Haeres natura Parensis Haeredem fratris te tua Fata volunt Credibile est mortem tum lasciuisse pharetra Dum sic alternas vibrat vtrisque minas Non errare potest dubiae manus impia mortis Dum pro fratre mori gestit vterque prior Dum sic Bacchatur Fatum est crudelius alter Fratri morbus erat te perijsse suo Petr. Aspley in Art Bac. Equitis Aur. Turris Londini praefect primogenitus T Is indeed t is Stanhopes heire Whose corps lye muffled on this Beere Which a pure loue before it went Ennobled more then his descent But count his vertues not his yeeres Or ghesse him by his Fathers teares And then no Son or Heir 's desir'd But th' whole Name and Race expir'd Nor doth his death cause this our woe Death's our nature not our foe But that his life so soone being gone Made him a ghest and not a sonne That hee snatcht in 's minoritie Did rather loose his life then die And now his yeeres being vnderstood To be so short and yet so good Wee may diuide our passions so That we may grieue yet wonder too His wit so ripe in youth so greene Made him ancient at fifteene And now you see his face no more You would date him at threescore But if you would memorials keepe Of this faire body lies asleepe That looking on the toyes you weare Though hee bee gone you 'd thinke him heere First know you do this soule no grace To catch his Ribbands or his Lace Or as the Iewes did heretofore To keepe his Earerings to adore If for his memory you care Weare his manners not his haire Thinke on him in his latest rest When death had spawnd vpon his brest And hurl'd those deadly Atomes on Enamel'd with corruption How still that harmelesse soule remaind Among so many spots vnstaind O why was Fate so soone seuere T' enchase those vgly Rubies there Nor will we mitigate the name And call them Measels for the same Were on the brothers body tride Nor yet complain wee
haue made or else excus'd a soule The Roome mournd where he lay the weeping stones Ioyn'd with his friends in their relenting mones Death migt haue well mistaken being sent For one to see so many that wayes bent The Father three times offerd to haue payd Him-selfe for his Sonnes ransome had Death stayd His hasty hand hee had found many more That had bin fitter to haue payd this score Alas he was but in the blossom yet Of tender yeeres though aged for his wit Hee had some insight into euery Art That to Nobility might adde a part His Parents reapt as much ioy from his spring As many childrens Haruest home doth bring But hee is fled away to passe the time Hee ow'd to vs in a farre better Clime There shall his Summer and his Haruest bee Where hee shall neuer any Winter see Then Parents grieue no more for he 's in ioy Doubt not wipe yours his teares are wip't away Death tells mee he was old enough to die And young enough to liue eternally Geruase Warmstrey Alumnus WHat fatall booke is this which doth declare That Noble Stanhop's house has lost her heyre A Sermon preach'd at Shelford ah tisso Stanhope is layd in Earth these lines of woe Demonstrate he is dead yet stay wer 't he Oxford would put on sorrowes liuery Each Colledge mourne in ashes euery Hall Looke like the Embleme of a Funerall Christ-church would sink in ruine were he gon On whom shee built her hopes foundation Dulnesse has seaz'd vpon me can I reade That vertue 's slaine yet iudge not Stanhope dead Betweene which two there was such league that o◠Could not subsist the other beeing gon In Churches why should Death triumph and bee Hanging vp Banners of her victory What siege of Honour has shee won Is' t all That shee has payd to Fate one Funerall And that of feeble youth yong Stanhope dyes ' Cause else shee knowes not where to tyrannize It had beene Iustice if some hoary head Had felt this deadly dart and perished To bee vniust is Death's iust attribute For shee did murder him not execute But why should wee her murders thus relate Death 's but the Executioner of Fate Fate was to blame whose too too greedy hand Did breake his thred of life as loth to stand The leisure for to cut it with her sheeres And so at once rob'd him of many yeeres This is not all his theft's farre greater yet In robbing him Fate rob'd vs all of wit For Stanhope might haue liu'd a worke to raise Which mought frō Sydney's Temples pluck the Bayes At least haue equall'd him such hopes his braine Did promise to the world to bring againe But wee haue lost him strangers which but heare How good he was are forc't to shead a teare Well may his Father say hee is vndone Hee onely knew the worth of such a Sonne Let others thinke it strange that griefe should bee As bold as death to worke a Tragedy Thrice did his Father sound as if his Ghost Would take a Farewell of his son that 's lost Yet wher 's your wonder here at such a sight I would not think it strange to dy outright So would hee but one Death cannot suffice T' expresse his griefe therefore hee after dyes And could his sorrowe quit his son from Death Hee 'd neuer leaue to grieue whilst he had breath Will. Hemmings Alumnus TRiste onus Hexaphori moestaeque Epicedi◠turbae Inuitant lachrymas ore madente pias Occidit alma Hebe patris spes gloria fratrum Qui partu primus funere primus erat Vendicat hanc Natura hanc moesta Academia prolem Arsque suam petit hanc Nobilitasque suam Laurea cum moesca certat numerosa Cupresso Charta istos cineres et leuis vrna petunt Sed de virgineo ne sit discordia vultu Mors citiùs praedam vendicat atra suam Igne crepent gemmae Domini noctescit ocellus Huic gemmae nusquam gemma superstes erit Pingues quos tantùm capiti modò sparsit odores Iam caput et plantas corpus et omne linant Sed tamen vnguento meliori funera lauit Dum soluit nimijs imbribus ora parens At toti lachrymae non suffecêre dolori Pars erat in vultu plus tamen intùs erat Quid miserande Pater langues animoque liquescis Cur fugit exanimis membra supina cruor Siste Pater gemitus et vitae parce ruenti Vitam non satis est huic tribuisse semel Pace tuâ valeant manes permitte quietem Et praeter famam murmura nulla sonent Manibus Augustis non pandit Cerberus aulam Iam canis aethereus regnat astra parat In Eundem HIc splendidius decus Parentū Orta stemmate nobili propago Funestum posuit citò cadauer Et compagine spiritus soluta Languentis malè corporis fauillae Extincta est Lachrymas mouent sorores Et moestae Tragico sonant boatu Dum Parcea indociles fauore flecti Primae stamina dissecant iuuentae Quis non exequijs liquescat istis Et fati scelus improbet seueri Sed fundant Tetricae minas sorores Non condet Libitina saeua Famam Vita perfruitur beatiori Extentoque diu superstes aeuo Vitam artis trahit sepulchra ridet O pectus iuuenis Vale quietum Solennes feretri rogos superbi Dum plaudit famulante musa cantu Et coetus iuuenûm modestiorum O sit terra tibi leuis Precamur Terrae tam leuis antè qui fuisti Franciscus Minne Alumnus ANne ego te Iuuenem Stanhope putabo Senemue Cuius verna dies gloria cana fuit Cuius in decimâ vix quintâ aestate senectus Imperat puerum non puerum esse sinit Sic non iustus eras non fortis doctus ad Annos Sed potuit virtus praecipitare dies Non data longa tibi est facta est longissima vita Nec viuendo breuis sed moriendo fuit Iohannes Donne Alumnus NObilis atque sagax properae virtutis alumnus Et patris patriae gloria prima suae Occidit impubis raptus trieteride quinta Eheu quà m Parcas iam rapuisse pudet Vidêre vt multa canum virtute sorores Crediderant viridis qui fuit esse senem DEATH alas could none but hee Suffice thy greedy Tyranny Wel thou knowst that thousands more Long haue run vpon thy score And with all humility Yeeld themselues as due a fee. Thy subtile cruelty is spide Whilest in one a thousand dy'de Hadst thou tane Achilles Dart Strucke and then releas'd that smart Thou hadst done well Once or twice It was thy sport to let him rise Out of his Bed Now he stray'd Too farre with thee now he stay'd So Apollo slew his friend Hyacinthe against his minde Whil'st the Quoit that he had thrown Smote his gentle Play-mate downe Grieue not then for him that 's gone See Death's sorry for what 's done Let no cryes oppresse your eares Dry O dry
distilling teares What though honour vertue grace Though Nobilty of race By the fatall Dart doth lie Subiect to Mortality Let it not torment your minde See the Picture 's left behinde His Brother modest mild as hee Doth in vertue most agree Aske not for them both together This alone may passe for either Martinus Tynley Alumnus HEere though his spotlesse span-long life be spent Are silent steps to shew where goodnesse went Nature did in such rare compleatnesse make him To shew her Arte and so away did take him For he was onely to vs wretches lent For a short time to be our President Goods we inherit dayly and Possession O that in goodnes were the same succession For then before his soule to Heauen he breathed He had to each of vs a part bequeathed Of his true wealth and closing thus his eyes Would haue inrich'd his Sex with legacies Sebastian Smith Alumnus ANd is he dead Immortall creature thou Whom the proud heauēs sport to immantle now Was Death ambitious must he seaze on thee In th' Alphabet of thy mortality Did hee o'retake thy life and wast thou got In ripenesse to be man when thou wast not A stedfast conscience well might shake to see Vertue at such a pitch as'twas in thee Vntimely cropt Thy predecessors lie In marble not to teach thee Heraldry Vertue gaue thee thy name and made thee bee Vnto thine owne selfe thine owne pedegree When thou didst liue thou well didst purify The drosse of sinne with pious Alchymy And in thy time no Latinist was hee That declin'd Vertue by the name of Shee Sorrow and teares now fit a blubberd eie 'T was griefe to thinke that thou should'st euer die Eclipse thy selfe O thou Diaphanous Light Let sable darknesse canopied in Night Baptize thee throughly drawe and suck vp heere Such Sublunarie moisture to thy Sphere That with a pious prodigie thy beames May transubstantiate themselues to streames And beare a part in Sorrow should'st thou shine Wee should haue an Eclipse although not thine Vntill his Constellation appeares And dries the fertill moisture of our teares 'T is this we thirst for thirst still rauish vs Wee will not grieue to be Hydropique thus Vitam relinquis frueris antequam plenâ An ideò tantum veneras vt exires Thomas Browne Com. HVnc quòd surripuit mortis lex saeua Deosne Creditis iratos fuit hoc sapientia amorque Numen tam sacrum superi inuidere nefandis Tantus inest animis coelestibus ardor amoris Vt te mors perdat numen mortale rogauit Matris opem tantum haud potuit deuincere sola En ipsam mortem inualidam viresque petentem Alterius mortis non sufficit vna potestas Sed victus tandem es dudùm statione peractâ Excepit gaudente polo te regia coelì Viue illic igitur subiectaque sydera calca Dulce onus Atlanti tam grato pondere presso Inuidisse iuuat luctus haec vna voluptas Non satìs in paruas tibi mors saeuire tabernas Nobilium turres ambitiosa petis Improba coniunctosne iuuat sèiungere fratres Quos solùm possis corpore mente nequis Te nimìs angustam nostrae sensere querelae Tu sola in nostram non satis inuidiam Heu quid iam superest fatis nolentibus ipsis Nitemur nomen deripuisse rogis In chartis ipsis accrescet gloria quodque Dij nollent ipsi carmina nostra dabunt Nil opus est tumulo hunc erexit propria virtus Illi cuiusuis pectus erit tumulus Eduardus Cluues Commensalis OVtinà m possent imitari carmina luctus Fraternos feretro vt sint ea digna tuo Non illo meliùs quisquam lugere tuòue Quis poterat fato nobiliore frui Inuidiosa alijs haec gloria mortis eritque Talis abhinc luctûs ambitiosus honor Euan. Seys Commensalis Is' t the reward of vertue to become The subiect of vntimely Martyrdome No sooner can wee put on honesty But grimme death darts at our mortality Did not death lately act this tragicke part In butchering the innocentest heart That hee ere hit who beeing truly good Thought vertue made him nobler then his bloud T' was but the wit of death to kill him now In 's infancy when like a tender bough Hee might him this or that way bend at pleasure Had hee prorogu'd his end and lent him leasure To nurse his free-borne vertues sturdy death Had not with ease suckt out his vitall breath Though young in yeeres hee was yet old in good To shew that goodnes not in old age stood His age and body told vs hee was yong His courage prou'd him old and witty tongue T' was not one combat with our enemy Which like grasse mowes downe our mortality That could subdue his courage hee had two To shew that more then mortalls hee could doe When t' was suppos'd from vs hee was departed Hee streight reuiu'd and so seem'd double hearted And strongly set on death but after sent His forward soule to th' heau'nly regiment Yet his Ghost walkes his heyre of what was good His liuing Sepulcher by whose hot blood Our teares dry vp in this reioyce wee may That partiall death tooke not them both away Et moritur virtus hoc viuida Musa negauit Hìc iacet ille suis qui vidit saecula cunis Grandeuusque puer quem sat vixisse Sorores Senserunt cum vix tentasset uiuere tantis Noster abundauit virtutibus alter Apollo Sacratos cuius cineres licet haec breuis vrna Contineat vix terra animam caeliue tenerent Non rabidae mortis tormentum hebetaret amorem Qui castam effundens animam sic voce locutus Viue tuo frater nostro quoque tempore viue Henry Pastilew Alumnus Vpon the Measels WHy did our Ancestors in former time Account it for a grand detected crime To feed on Swines-flesh What great worke might be The cause of that so strange Antipathie Could that commanding Miracle you knowe Amongst the Gadarens amaze them so Would that same stiffe-neck'd race for such a sight Torture their stomake and their Appetite 'T was not the Beast they loath'd her durty haire Could not pollute her flesh nor did they care Where she did wallow last but surely these Abhorr'd them first for that corrupt disease They still inherit and this cause alone May well excuse their superstition Sure were thy sicknesse and disease but knowne And how thou diedst of their infection They would be curst euen now and wisht the fate That those two thousand had nay men would hate Their very name And this vnhappy newes It were enough to make vs all turne Iewes IOHN STANHOPE Anagrama NO HOPE IN HAST Haste spoileth hope whilst after hope he flies Haste giues the fall and here on ground he lyes Will. Kitchen Commen De tempore Comitiorum OXONIENSIVM in quibus mortuus est FAllax vita hominis nimisque fallax Quidni fabula quae breuis minuta est Quae toto tenet occupatque cursu