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A61970	Svffolks tears, or, Elegies on the renowned knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston a gentleman eminent for piety to God, love to the Church, and fidelity to his country, and therefore highly honored by them all : he was five times chosen Knight of the Shire, for the county of Suffolk, and once burgess of Sudbury, in the discharge of which trust, he always approved himself faithful, as by his great sufferings for the freedoms and liberties of his countrey, abundantly appear : a zealous promoter of the preaching of the Gospel, manifested by his great care, in presenting men, able, learned, and pious, to the places whereof he had the patronage, and also by his large and extraordinary bounty towards the advancing of religion and learning, both at home, and in forreign plantations among the heathen.	Faireclough, Samuel, 1625?-1691.; Faireclough, Samuel, 1625?-1691.	1653 (1653)	Wing S6164; Wing F109A_CANCELLED; ESTC R21324	30,120	73

{non-Roman} {non-Roman} Christi Respectuque Dei sacrato sanguine venas Diluvians causa est magni Theodorè triumphi In coelo solio frueris semperque frueris Siste viator iter vultum cortina recondit Talem quem memores lacrimarum flumine deflent Omnes dona Dei nobis cum numina poscunt Nos decet hanc deflere vicem gemituque dolere Josephus Skinner M. A. An Elegie on the Right Worshipfull Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston HEre 's one that was an Isra'lite sincere In whom all noble vertues did appear A faithfull Patriot one that ever stood Firme to Gods Cause and to his Countries good And yet by cruel death's impartiall hand Laid level with the dust Who can withstand Death 's all commanding power this tyrants Law Is that which keeps the universe in awe He nips the Infant blossom when it springs And aged Snow to dissolution brings And though the faded Rose year after year With a fresh colour in her leaves appear Age knows no spring and death will not restore His stollen goods till time shal be no more O happy those that doe betimes begin To love Christ Jesus and to leave off sin To walk in holy wayes with Simeon old That in the armes of faith their Saviour hold The life of such is blest their death much more For then they rest from labour not before Thus worthy Barnardiston thou art blest Who from thy labours and all pains dost rest Death which for thee a crown of gold prepares Gives unto us a thorny crown of tears And puts us in a mourning frame for we Cannot but have sad hearts when as we see The Chariots and the Horsmen yeeld to fate And few such left to guide the affairs of State But yet our grief for thee shall not proceed 'T is charity to give to those that need That 's to our selves our miseries and feares Require not only floods but seas of tears Therefore for thee we 'l cease our lamentation And tak 't up for our selves and for the Nation Though for our losse we cannot chuse but grieve This comfort shal our passions yet relieve That heav'n is joyful and thy blessed state Shall be a means our griefs to mitigate O what a happy state it were if we Had no more cause of sorrow but for thee ACROSTIC Non audis nostras Barnardistone querelas Aut lacrymis opus esse putas sed funera fletu Tu tua nos ornare vetas at nos tamen ipsi Haud ita sentimus vanum licet esse fatemur Atque supervacuum pro te vir summe dolorem Non ita pro nobis nam mors tibi maxima merces Ipsa tamen summi nobis est causa doloris Et poscit lacrymarum imbres luctumque perennem Luminaque ut lacrymis turgescant semper amaris Busta viri tanti studeant ornare Camaenae Adsit Melpomene moestisque boatibus auras Repleat totus resonet plangoribus aether Nam pietas prisca fides mascula virtus Angligenumque decus jam nunc periisse videntur Religionis honos venerabilis artis amicus Defunctus jacet hic titulis honore priori Impositis parvo turba comitante Sepulchro Sed lacrymis jam parce sat est non prorsus ineptus Te Theodore mori quisquis vel posse putabit Onimium Felix frueris meliore senatu Nil ubi juris habet mors mars aut Barbarus hostis J. C. On the much lamented death of the right Worshipful Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston I VVonder not that Barnardiston's dead But rather that he spun so long a thread Sure 't is a sound hath eccho'd through the earth Christs verdict on Nathaniels second birth Behold an Isra'lite 'T was then a wonder But now the Gloworm times that we live under Write such men Miracles and they we know Are ceased dead and buried long ago We would enjoy'd him longer but we knew Who was the gift of God was Heavens due So Job he gives and takes cease then to tell His worth whose Epitaph 's a Miracle {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Memoriae Sacrum equitis Nobilissimi Pientissimique Viri Nathan Barnardiston Equ Aur. QUote corripis viator properans In hunc tumulum converte oculos Si modo permiserint Lacrymae singultus tui Jacet hic Eques auratus vir verè aureus Sinè fuco Israelita absque dolo Ipsemet enim Nathaniel Decus Patria familiae antiquissimae Quae inter trophaea sua hoc jactitat Quòd talem peperit Amor cleri Patrocinium Orthodoxa Religionis ingens exemplar columen Veris Evangeliti Ministris tutela praesidium Apud eos dum vixerit Hi omnes ornarunt calculo Mortuum Lugubri Epitaphio Quippe quòd his indulsit ut parentem decuit Ut filium auscult avit obsequentissime Sic quos humi calcavit aetas impia Hic fovebat in sin● Ipsimet enim in deliciis quos mundus reputat {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Lumina ecclesiae radiantia Quae seculi rabies Extincta vult effossa penitus Heu quoties 〈◊〉 est Constantini more Deosculatus suaviter Defe male suisque metuit Reformata religio Dum talem 〈…〉 Fidei columnam 〈◊〉 naculum Quem non gementem audies Abiit hem obiit Noster Nathaniel Tam coeli quam terra 〈…〉 Utrobique affulsit 〈◊〉 Hic equestri cinctus 〈◊〉 Illic corona redimitus gloriae Improba aetate degeneri Cum ultra vivere penitus displicet Eja tunc juvat mori Ultimi in occasu seculi Occasum is passus est Ut celo fulgeat fortiori jubare Hinc disce Lector Tunc tunc nos coelo maturi sumus Cum huic sumus mundo decidui Posuit honoris Et debitae observantiae ergô Johan Allot Chronogramma SI patrlae fIDVs perIIt VerVs aMICVs VIr pIVs atque bonVs VIta perennIs erIt MOrte manet justis sua spes post fata futura Soecula cum venient ultima cumque dies Optima sanctorum remanebunt lucra virorum Illorum effari gaudia nemo potest Pessima pravorum remanebunt damna virorum Illorum effari tristia nemo potest Epitaphium AN justus periit dici hunc periisse licebit Non licet in Christo non periturus abit Ast periit justus dici hunc periisse licebit Heu periit nobis non rediturus abit Rara avis in terris est justus puraque corda Sunt inter spinas lilia nata Deo Est constantis opus durum quin ampla corona Spes perit illius qui recidivus erit Temporibus duris frigent pietatis amici Vani sinceri se

face to face When that the Emp'ror Titus did depart What cloudy looks moyst cheeks and heavy heart Might be beheld all o'r the Roman State Each single man bemoaning his sad fate And thus concerning him they did complain Titus is gone t' our loss though to his gain The same may we take up Gods darling 's gone 'T is for his good though our affliction Well mourn we may as in some silent grove Whil'st he in heavenly joyes triumphs above Nathaniel he was Gods gift to us A Gem a precious Pearl esteem'd and thus The greater was our joy but now deceas'd The more our grief and sorrows are increas'd It seems God gives and takes who can gainsay God saith Give me my gem who shall say nay Who shall resist his will Lord take thine own But give us leave our loss for to bemoan A custom 't was of old that men renown'd Not onely living but when dead were crown'd Marcellus once this honor did receive The same the Emperor Augustus gave To Alexander's Tomb Demetrius His Urn when he was dead was crowned thus Not any man more worthy of this Bay Then he for whom we celebrate this day A King he liv'd most worthy to be crown'd In whom so many graces did abound A King he di'd Deaths Victor now sits down In Heaven resplendent with a glorious crown When Death uncas'd his Soul it to Heaven tended And by his declination he ascended How now grim Death whence cometh thus thy rage What could'st finde none but th' Phoenix of our age To exercise thy cruelty upon No twinkling Star none serve thee but the Sun Thus to eclipse How do'st thou think shall we Deport our selves when we no Sun can see Whence this thy hate to break our Rule and Line To take our Pattern from 's that was Divine Hadst thou no white but innocencies heart Whereat to level this thy forked dart O 't is not he but we that feel the smart Lo here a Spectacle we see To teach us all what we must be Wouldst know thy mettal then look on The Mould and Earth thou tread'st upon Look here proud man behold thy Mother For at the first thou hadst no other She brought thee forth thou art her son Flesh of her flesh bone of her bone Thou must repay again what she hath lent thee Thy flesh thy bone and what e'r else she sent thee Tho. Marriot M. A. On the Death of that Noble Patriot of his Country Sir Nath. Barnardiston I Heard that many Poets went of late In a full throng to knock at Heavens gate Humbly beseeching Jove of his quick brain From whence Minerva without Mothers pain Or Midwifes help a witty Dame did flow Some few small Particles on them bestow And highly their immortal souls inspire With a divine and active nimble fire That they might fancies quick and high conceive And might even Virgil of his Bayes bereave 'T was granted then in haste to Helicon With fury rapt beyond themselves they run And for their guide among the nine they chuse A fullen melancholly pensive Muse To shew that bitter stream of Pegasus That prompted Naso with De Tristibus Of this they largely drinking to their fill Did into farre more bitter tears distill Sounding aloud in hideous lamentation As when Plague Sword and Famine fright a Nation I wondring curiously the cause desir'd VVhich so much wit and so much grief requir'd 'T was answer'd in a sad and doleful voyce By one whose sorrows did surmount his noyse Alas of all good men of such though blest The Catalogue 's but short we ' ave lost the best Prince in his Tribe his Countries Patriot By election made not undiscerning Lot A just wise honest noble Senator Lover of Peace contentions Arbiter Patron of Learning Poverties releife The Angels joy and ease unto friends grief Farewell brave Soul whom now the Saints do greet In all things high but in thine own conceit These great Elog'ums did me little move A stranger to his person and his love Beside I knew that Poets some for gaine Many for feare and more for hunger straine The musick of their pliant giddy passion To any humour of Mecaenas fashion Yet some impression I must needs admit Seeing whole Families and Hamblets sit Like Israel by Euphrate discontent As if his absence were their banishment I therefore did unto the Funerall show If not a Party yet Spectator goe There was the much lamented herse let down In hope of resurrection to a crown In silent vault confin'd with worms and dust Where marble must consume and iron rust Whence we expect a glorious release For th' seeds corruption tendeth to increase But when I saw the mournful Dowager Like Mary Magdalen by th' Sepulcher Fixing her eyes upon the greedy grave Which humane flesh unsatisfi'd doth crave As if in that cold bed she 'd rather lye Then part with her old loving company When Children Nephews Kinsmen there stood dumb Like Images to deck the dead Knights Tomb I could not then refraine but these tears lent As drops to th' Sea their sorrow to augment Sure he was very good who when life fayl'd Left so much wealth behind and 's yet bewayl'd Whose heir can slightly look upon his gold And wish't i th' live Testators hand untold But grieve not Sirs nor envie him his mind He 's far above what he hath left behind Nathaniel is not dead but was entic'd To leave his Fig-tree for to follow Christ Edmund Vnderwood A Funerall Elegie on the Right Worshipfull Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston WHen Abner dy'd King David then could say A great man fell in Israel that day But how may we lament to see Gods hand Thus snatch this great and good man from our Land This our right Worthy Sir Nathaniel Who did not suffer guile in him to dwel But when our giddy-headed Nation run After strange Meteors he most like the Sun Kept on his course in Justice Truth and Right And shin'd more clearly in this sable night Rend now your hearts and be confounded all That love the truth at Barnardistons fall When such strong pillars from the Church are ta'ne VVhat can we judge in reason to remaine But desolation yet great Jove can still Extract much good from greatest sence of ill Near forty years hath he most glorious been In strengthning vertue and suppressing sin Of all that knew him was he most renown'd And now by God that made him is he crown'd And in immortal glory shall remaine Until that day that all shal rise againe And then with Christ his Saviour shal appear To judge all those that were Apostates here John Soame Gent. An Elegie on the much lamented death of Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston VVEre I indued with that learned skil To mourn thy doleful death with such a quil As might it grave in lines as faire as those Thou wrot'st thy noble life in and compose Each sillable by so exact a square As that whereby thy actions formed were Then

might I such an Elegie invent As should thy death unto the life lament Then such sad accents such a doleful verse I might breath forth as might become the herse Of a Nathaniel and might fully tell How sad 's the death of one that liv'd so well How as th' Inamorato of Sol's ray The Heliotrope which in the lightsome day Displayes its widest beauty to his light Doth closed mourn his absence in the night So doth the Country which with great desire VVont to receive th' influence of that fire Of prudent Piety which from thy brest Sent forth most glittering rayes but now th' art blest Else-where with light more glorious and dear Lament thy setting in our Haemisphear But 't is an Art my ruder Pen can't reach To mourn thee as becomes and so to teach Strangers to know thy pious worth and see How great a joy all good men lost in thee Besides to speake so highly in thy praise As thy true worth requires may chance to raise In some mens mindes mistrust of flattery And thy due praise be thought Hyperboly But since perhaps it might be thought a crime Now to be wholly dumb at such a time When so renown'd a Heroe cals to speake Somewhat I 'le say though but in accents weak And yet but little wil I speake and that Not in thy praise Reader do'st start hereat The reason 's this Not that I envie thee That which is known of all thy due to be But that thy worth far doth my Pen transcend And he that poorly praise doth discommend Not to disparage then thy worth in Layes Too meane by far for thy deserved praise All that I le say is only this to tell Thy worth needs not my praise 't is known so well Ralph Garnons M. A. On the Right Worshipful and ever honoured Knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston A Grave a Funeral my Muse no toyes Become this Scene no fancies like decoyes To tangle Readers in a pleasing maze Of lofty words wrapt in Luxuriant phrase These are not seasonable now our verse Can nought else speake or think of but a herse That Macedonian Trumpet that did bring Memento mori to a mighty King Instead of Ave Phillip late hath brought Vs doleful newes a sad disastrous thought Stand off come not too near give aire give breath I faint to speake of late unweildy death Snatcht not a Philip but Nathaniel hence An Israelite that of no guile had sence One whose rare piety that 's much admir'd Speake him an earthly Angel though attir'd In Robes of Flesh one of a higher mind Then could to lower regions be confin'd Whose heaven-born soul did still in contemplation Passe o're those heavenly joyes whose adumbration He fully now enjoyes those pleasing shades In sweet Elysi'um where joy never fades Those Hills of Solyma where purest streams Make glad the region of that Sun whose beams Those healing wings continually refresh The Sacred Pilgrim when dis-rob'd of flesh There rests this holy Saint what heretofore He could but see in part and wish for more H' ath now attain'd O rare state of perfection The end of hope joyes center Saints election Nor did his strict religion onely speak His Peerless worth which we alas poor weak And crazy mortals knew not how to prize But he had gifts more obvious to our eyes Love to his Country whose affairs he minded With so great care that none but envy-blinded Can cease condoling him whose name who hears In future times shall steep himself in tears And like sad Niob ' standing o'er his Tomb Shall kiss the Earth in whose most happy Womb He lies inclos'd and to his sacred Urn As to a Delphick Oracle shall turn But stop my Muse his V●rtues so transcend Thy weak expression that perhaps i' th' end Thy minde may be mis-deem'd and some may raise An argument against thee from thy praise Better forbear to speak then speaking wrong The harmless dead to whom all praise belong Condole we then his loss his Vertues pass Prais'd by themselves engrav'd in firmest Brass Which time shall ne'er wear out nor malice blot But Fame shall render blameless without spot Yet this admit the more his Vertues shone Our loss the greater and the more our moan O for a Mount of Tears to sleep upon Acis or Biblis for a Helicon But wishes boot not clear we then our eyes He 's singing now triumphant Elegies Whil'st we poor mortals groveling here below Fall short of that his praise we fain would show This onely dare we own that for his Herse If fancy fail yet grief hath made a Verse Abrah Garnons M. A. The Offering of an Infant-Muse to the Memory of Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston YOu Sager Heads that do attend this Herse Accept the Homage of a Yonglings Verse Tears are griefs rhetorick and a Childe though weak Knows how to weep before it learns to speak I have my end although my stile be rude Who do not study wit but gratitude This Noble Gentleman when first I came Into the world bestow'd on me my Name Now he hath lately left the world shall I Foolishly modest suffer his to die What though far abler Pens applaud him yet They meant to pay their own and not my debt His prayers for and favors to me shown No other Muse proclaims besides my own Which though a new-Born spark yet such a Name May quickly mount it up into a flame A Name wherein you nothing mean can spy His Birth Place Person Graces all were high Whilest here But now he in those heights doth dwell That nothing but an Angels tongue can tell My Infant-Muse opprest with such bright glory Leaves flaming Seraphims to write his story Nath. Owen Anno Aetat. 12o Obsequies to the Memory of Sir Nath. Barnardiston Kt. GIve leave my Friends unto this sable Herse To offer up a Tributary Verse Even such as love and sorrow shall suggest Sorrow ne'er made good Poet Love the best O! how much rather if th'all ordering hand Of Providence Divine which none withstand Had so dispos'd I would have brought this day My salutary vows but now the way To joy 's shut up The scene which whylome we Thought Comick now ends in a Tragedy Where were yee Galen and Hippocrates Thou Paracelsus who didst vainly please Thy self to boast with thine Elixar's art To make a man immortal could'st that part Have acted here or some years lusters more Have added to his lives lease on this score Like loyal Romans for Augustus we A during statue to thy memory Would have erected grav'd thy name in Brass Lasting to ages glory But alas Nor Themison nor Aesculapius Machaon thou nor Podalirius Mongst the Galenick Nation though you be Cheif Doctors could you bring a remedy To supersede this fate That hand that gave This wound Achilles like could onely save Then which no other weapon-salve I know Nor universal medicine here below He 's therefore gone and we alive to see The Monument of our mortality His

obsequies Tears have a strong though silent eloquence You cannot speake yet sigh thus out your sence Our Patriot is dead who oft was known Saving our freedoms to have lost his own From right who would not swerve or conscious wrest To please a side or serve an interest Who liv'd by rule Divine and human Laws And did not dread the power nor court th' applause Of the wilde multitude but firmly stood To his first principles and those were good And as his Tenents so we may be bold To say his honours and estate were old H'was born to both had no need to desire To warm his hands by 's neighbours house on fire His plentiful revenues did not rise To higher rates since taxes and excise Fames trump sound 's forth his ancestours renown When th' Henries and the Edwards wore the crown Mushrooms of Gentry can streight from a blew Be dipt in scarlet which is honours hue Yet in his birth and bloud he found a staine Till 't was innobled and he born again You reverend Divines go on to tell His following story whom he lov'd so wel You are Gods Heraulds and by place design'd T' emblazon his most noble heav'n-born mind His faith most vigorous though crost by sence Could grasp a promise eye omnipotence Through the black clouds that 'fore the Church were drawn He could fore-see her day was near to dawn The rage of enemies now grown so stout He judg'd a blaze before their light went out His zeal tow'ring aloft to heavenly things Yet was discreet had eyes as wel as wings Humble in height of place troubles he knew Though great yet just by bearing to subdue His love to Christ the Church shone bright as day Ireland can witnesse yea America In all these he enjoy'd the name and stile Of a true Israelite and free from guile Though not from sin yet in a Gospel sence Sincerity is counted innocence This at his death caus'd him such peace within For death scares none but where it meets with sin His Noble Lady now disconsolate Like a true Turtle which hath lost her Mate And sad posterity known by their eyes We do not here invite to simpathize 'T were cruelty to straine a bleeding sore Instead of stanching to provoke it more Oh dry your tears up whilst you stil complain You only mind your loss but not his gain Were 't not more love for to rejoyce as he Doth there then to wish him our misery Repine not at his change would you again Hear him complaining under sin and pain We in retired corners melt our eyes In tears and breath our spirits out in sighs Whilst he in glory is triumphant where He never hears a groan nor sees a tear Our Muse sings nought but Elegies his tongue Is now a chanting forth a marriage song Grieve not at his new honour lately sent To sit i th' upper house of Parliament where all three States agree and none doth strive For Priviledges or Prerogative Before whose bar other great Courts shal come To give up their accounts and hear their doom In this the worlds supream just Council none Can cause or fear a dissolution Ergo triumphatis inferni finibus ipsâ Morte exarmatâ regna superna petis Quid non fata regunt senio monumenta fatiscunt Ipsaque cernuntur posse sepulchra mori Sed pietas rara sides patriaeque cupido Fervida vicerunt jura superba necis Dignum hunc laude virum lex plebs ecclesia cleru● Catera si taceas vivere musa jubet Cistula diffringi potuit sed gemma superstes Usque nitens nullo est interitura die Non is vana fuit ingentis nominis umbra Praemia sed meritis fama minora dedit Quem non prava jubens irati principis ardor Non populi rabies mente quatit solida Perstitit ut rupes variis vexata procellis Fixa basi firma quae tamen usque stetit Heu vereor ne haec magna domus suffulta columnis Tam validis ruptis hisce misella cadat Joh. Owen Rect. Wrat par To the Memory of that renowned Knight Sir Nath. Barnardiston LOok as the Heliotrope the Sun's lov'd flower That spreads the yellow curtain of her bower At his fair rising closes it again When he declineth westward to the main Ev'n so should we our Phoebus gone to bed Shut in our joyes and hang a drooping head Our lips in sables dresse close mourners all Our tongues are to pronounce a funerall A Barmston's funerall recall that name A name so old 't wil fit the trump of fame A name too heavie for a slender quil Whose very echo would a Nation fill A name so good posterity may run Division on that name till time were done Pardon great Sir we cannot speak thy worth Apollo's tongue-ty'd and must lisp it forth To score each vertue on thy noble tombe Would strike invention and the Muses dumbe What Quire of wel-breath'd Lungs screw'd ne'r so high Can reach the Ela of that harmony That did concenter in thy pious brest Warb'ling forth Airs such as the Sphears might feast Sweet consort where the Graces tune their throats And vertues chant their Polyphonian notes Striving t' excel in those diviner Layes And crown their Master with coelestial bayes But oh we lack an Orpheus in our eares That might distinguish they are stopt with tears Each lofty straine each Rapsody resound And take each quaver at the first rebound Our sence is dul and cannot comprehend The words they breath'd unless his Ghost do send A key t' unlock the closet of his heart Which may their language to our eyes impart We must dispair to read those Heav'n-borne tones And be content to spel their minde in groans Sure 't was his Musick act he 's gone from hence To Heav'ns-Kings Chappel there for to commence Doctor in glory and hath left us here To celebrate his feast our funeral chear Oh! how his consort and his mourful train Their Cristal cisterns broach draw tun again Brim full with tears each tender eye o' reflows And proves a running banquet in the close That friend who brings a pallate in his eyes May fill his stomach at these obsequies But now our dear Mecaenas leads the way Come come enough our sorrows cannot stay The slow-pac'd Mourners wait upon the herse And teach their feet to tread elegiac verse The vertues which were inmates in his brest Hover about now they have lost their nest And fear lest they who had a cage of gold Be forc'd to wander charity's so cold Nay beg for harbour woo each heart they meet Yet find no lodging but a winding-sheet Unhappy hand of fate that went about To make the holes whereat these Birds flew out● These pretty Phil'meles hop from flag to flag Filling th' air with sweetness as they wag Their lovely wings each eare with elogies And thus extol their patron to the skies VVhat soaring pinion's able to expresse That wel ground constancy the sole