did increase He held vp hands and eyes did close And lamb-like went away in peace Me thinkes I heare heart mouing cries Where sadnesse to a fullnesse growes Me thinkes I see how blobred eyes Pasions of pining sorrow showes Be still and mute each house of ioy Ope wide your doores giue griefe some place Turne solace into sower anoy And let teares staine each cheerful face Let gladsome mirth goe where it please Make bitter moane your welcome guest Let all delights and wished ease Deny to tutch one trubled brest Let sports and pleasures silent be And name no word of earthly blisse For heauy hearts doe best agree Where death distresse and dollor is In saddest sort prepare to heare Of wo that did through death befall This tale perchance may change your cheare And make your hearts to mourne withall Honor lies dead who late aliue Did purchase fame and Lordlike praise And still for honors gaine did striue By sundry duties many wayes What want of him haue we the while To loose this high priz'd Iewell now Whose wisdome shonne amidst this I le Like pearles vppon a Princes brow Come Schollers all ope sorrowes doore With clasped hands true signes of woe Your Muses patrons losse deplore For greefe ore reasons bankes do flow Come Soldiers and with Drum and fife Sound out his deare but last adew The balme of your decayed life By death hath changd to deathes pale hew Cold death hath wrought vs all this wrong By wronging nature thus to soone With vs he might haue liued long Had not Deathes Tyrany beene showne Thus we behould how times doe passe All Adams sonnes such ends must haue We fade away like sommers grasse To day on foote to morrow in graue Best hopes of him when people had Came sickenesse and his life imbrast Death followed and with mould him clad And so in Heauen his soule is plast And now full low in earth he lies Which late sat high and bore great sway Till he and we made pure shall rise To heare our doomes at Iudgement day So ending here with ioy at last His soule on earth we could not keepe In Paradice is Cicill plast And there in Abrahams brest doth sleepe Death is the doore to life therefore let all men so liue that they may driue death out at the same doore and so liue eternally The funeral of the said Earle of Salisbury holden at Hatfield in June last is heere described in a short formall proceeding order BEing at Hatfield in Hartfordshire in Iune last my eye presented to my heart the worlds last farewell giuen to the right honorable the late Earle of Salsbury A due that blood consanguinity and affinity customably bestowes vpon the deceased the sight whereof settled within me many priuate sorrowes for the losse of so great a subiect whose late liuing honors carried such a sway in his contry that in a sad passion it made me accuse deathes partiallity in taking of his life but smothering griefe for a time in silence I stood amazedly beholding a traine of noble personages in sable habits trayling on the ground witnesses and presenters of Englands heauinesse for so general a losse black cloudy garments outwardly equalized their inward sorrowes and this following as neere as I can remember was the order of the mourning passengers First diuers Marshalls to make roome Next certaine poore men and woemen Then seruants of Gentlemen Esquires Knights Then Standerd-bearers with banners of armes Then messengers of the Chamber Then some of the Kings Maiesties groomes Then Noblemens seruants After them diuerss officers of the Court Then Heralds of Armes with other Ensignes of honor Then followed my Lords owne seruants Then Knightes and Gentlemen his retainers Then the Kings Solicitor Councell and Atturney generall Then Barrons of the law with some Iudges Then the sonns of Noble men and Earles Then Lord Barons allied to this deceased Earle Then Earles of his affinity and Kindred Then principall Herralds with Banners of his coat of armes Then his Hearse couered with black veluet his Helme and Crest with diuers Scutchions belonging to his honorable house Then after the Hearse as principall mourner the Right honorable William now Earle of Salisbury the only sonne to the deceased noble-man Being thus with honor carried to his graue declared the greatnesse of his estate how much fauored of his prince esteemed of his equalls and beloued of his followers Time out of my remembrance can neuer put away his high worth whom I will honor the longest day of my life and in the closet of my heart place his perfections to my priuate consideration and now to make a conclusion of all these my loues labours as duty binds me I end 〈…〉 all subiect to change and times enuie The misery of Pollicie MAn hath his time whom fortune will aduance Where sodain falls in gilty harts breeds doubt Some rise aloft by others hard mischance Thus fortunes restlesse wheele runs still about True wisdome sees how times of men do passe When fortunes change turnes back promotions glasse The misery of Greatnesse Enuie attends vpon a great mans state Where in his brest ambitious bellows blow And then he climbes aboue his wits conceate Disdaining much to cast his eyes below Yet all he hath is vpon hazard set When mounting high he falls in dangers net The misery of Schollers The Scholler if but poore hee s thought a wretch His good desert is held in high disdaine The grosest foole is wise if he be rich And wisdom flowes from his dull-sotted braine The rarest spirit hath here but credit small And he most grast that plots his neighbors fall The misery of Lawyers The Briberous mind makes still a God of Gould He scornes to plead without a good reward Thus poore-mens sutes are bought and sould Whilst sillken avarice hath best regard He hath no feare of Gods consuming curse That pulls with paines gould from the poore mans purse The misery of Time-pleasers Ingratitude thou ill ill fauored ill In vpstart thoughts thou buildest Castles strong Whilest shame deuoures thy temporizing will And shewes the fillthy vilenesse of thy wrong That mind wherein ingratitude doth dwell For illnesse coequalls the ills of hell FINIS
this man of worth liuing in al liberty of pleasures inuironed with all earthly contentment at that dreadfull hower feared not death the memory of death had no bitternesse no disquietnesse troubled his mind he gréeued not to leaue his beautifull buildings his rich and curious Architectures his faire alurements and his many pleasures his courtlike traines gallant attendants and bare-headed petitioners It was no sorrow to his heart to depart and leaue them all behind neither feared he the voyce of the world mixed with scandall which still makes misconstrued suppositions of great mens liues the which commonly they are taxed with but his pure white innocency dreaded not this putrifiing canker that créepes about the tombes of Nobility reason and nature told him he must néeds goe and appeare before that great King of all Kings and receaue the reward of his liues passages vpon Earth Thus ran out his glasse and faded his liues-sunne being ouer-shaddowed with the Sable clouds of Death When vpon this mouldy stage of the Earth he acted the last part of his life before the eyes of the world his departing-iesture moued sad compassion his words seasoned with deadly sighes bathed the hearers chéekes with distilling teares making confession of his secret sins calling for helpe of prayer and like a hungar-starued Pilgrim cryed to that honorable heauenly houshoulder saying Oh good God open the gates of thy mercies to the greatnesse of my miseries vnfould the ports of thy vnspeakable pitty to my wearied spirit receaue my soule into thy hands and anoynt hir festred wounds with the blood of thy imaculate Lambe Christ Iesus so yeelding vp the ghoast hee left this world for a better Vncertenty of state may well seeme strange When great men seated vp in high renowne By time and death with vnexpected change Are thus from all their glories tumbled downe Then what are we but fooles of selfe conceat When our best ioyes stands in a wauering state Dull earthly drosse wherein consistes thy pride Thy state and greatest glory goes to ground Thy bed of wormes wherein thou shalt abide Will be corrupted and thou filthy found Our sun-shine hopes thus time sweepes fast away This night we liue but die before next day A Mourners passion for the losse of the aforesaid Nobleman deceased THe world I see is waxt vnkinde And time forgets what time hath done And spightfull spight weares out of minde The doubtfull race great men doe run Where are our late world wondring Kings Those sheapheards of our English heard Which wonne by conquest famous things In darke obliuion all inter'd This Age giues grace to few or none By princely tombes or blasts of prayes To mouldy graue no sooner gone But all their worlds renowne decayes Though fames arch enemies do striue To canker greatnesse with times rust Yet spiritfull Poets may reuiue Their true deseruings from the dust Faire heauen some supreame wit inspire Aford him grace and guift of pen To light a lampe at honors fier And memorize worlds worthy men Come Solâ—n-Cicill take thy place Thou art inrich't by vertues gaines The world adornes thy name with grace Being honor'd in two Princes raignes Let Neighboring France Bellgia speake With new-tamd Ireland blest with peace What cares his laboring mind did take Their Romaine bondage to release A thunderboult to Englands foes A scurge to euery new-found sect A states-man whome our King had chose His highnesse safety to protect On studious lawes oh happy man For countries good he plast his heart So worship wealth and honor wan By diligence and due desert His learned councels purchast grace Where men of greatest wisdome were And where he sat in Iustice place The law infringers quakt with feare His presence promis'd good successe To all affaires he tooke in hand A cheerefull comfort in distresse A worthy States man of our land Most graue of words most stout of mind In goodnesse constant firme and fast Not turn'd with euery fickle wind Nor sturd by threatning storme or blast A Target to the publick state Of Iudgment reaching deepe and great That could of countries weale debate A learned Sage in Senate seat A Cicero for speech and lookes Wherein the pregnant world might spye The eloquence of Wisdomes bockes Perswading both by toung and eye His seruice for his Prince declar'd How wise a Councellor he was Whose worth was of as great regard As fined siluer is from glasse His wise behauiour kinde and meeke His hearts true humblenesse did show No vertue was in him to seeke That might to his high honours grow By friendship faith and dealings Iust Hee purchast loues aplause in Court His vpright word and speciall trust Gain'd loue likewise of meaner sort But what auaileth due deserts To liue in worldly fauours heere When life is mixt with ouer-thwarts Wee earthly honours buy too deare O England thou hast many such Rich Iems thy state to glorifie We cannot praise them ouer much If we should write eternally Faier gold and pearle brought home from far In time consumes and wastes away Proud fame ataind by peace or war Doth quickly in this world decay The loue of friends and fauours won Of noble wise and worthy wight Steales hence like shaddows of the sun Or gliding starres in moone-shine-nights Sat I not vnder honors hill Lately in calmy vailes below Safely from bitter tempestes still How ere the churlish winds did blow What sodaine storme then troubles me That had of late so sure a seate Hath winters blast blowne downe my tree That feard no peircing sommers heat Oh tell hard destynies why you did Thus enuy my most happy state In fury now oh heauen forbid I should cry out on partiall fate Or braule and childe with churlish death Considering hence we all must goe What beareth life or draweth breath Are surely borne to die we knowe Earle Cicills gone The passing bell Hath rung his liues last rufull end The graue God wot we see full well Hath closed vp my fortunes friend Not I alone lament this losse For many mourners more there be That beares this all too heauy crosse Of vnrecured griefe with me Life is vn-certaine life must die Both high and low of life takes leaue What comes from earth in earth must lie Or fondly we our selues deceaue Then worldlings waile the dead no more His soule liues pure and mounts the sky Lord Cicell did but goe before To learne vs all the way to dye Nor muse to see this man intomb'd All flesh by course to ground must goe Death calls for life and we are doom'd To pay the det to earth we owe. He left the world with worlds good will Though world did hould his honors deare For whome his friends sit mourning still With cheekes bedewd with many a teare But yet before his leaue he tooke And death made conquest of lifes end To heauens high throne his eies did looke And thither did did his soule commend When the sharpe paines of death arose And sicknesse fury
A Remembrance of the Honors due to the Life and Death of ROBERT Earle of Salisbury Lord Treasurer of England c. Imprinted at London for Iohn Wright and are to be sold at his shop neere Christ Church doore 1612. ⧠To the honoured belouers of the well deseruing worth of the late deceased Robert Earle of Salisbury Vicount Cranborne Baron of Essindon principall Secretary to his Maiestie Maister of the Court of wardes and Liueries Chancelor of the Vniuersity of Cambridge Knight of the noble order of the Garter and one of his Highnesse most honorable priuy Councell IN the height of admiration which my thoughts conceiued of the deserued worth of this late deceased nobleman I imagined many deseruedly boūd to offer to his name signes of loue and duty in a high measure which I now find contrary Schollers I see in these euill dayes giue no luster to Nobillity but neclegently suffer their renownes to consume with their bodies the pens of long lasting poesie writes not in times fore-head vertues records to posterity but carelesly giues way to enuy that canker-worme to greatnesse to eate out all remembrance of mortallitie some I know will controulingly censure and giue sentence of this my ouer-bold presumption a taske more befitting a most excellent Artist but the reason of this my bold aduenture is because I see the Muses lippes lockt vp and all loath to enter into the discription of his honorable liues pilgrimage be as it bee will I stand patiently armed against the biting scoffes of selfe-conceited wits with this reasonable excuse I confesse ignorance and with all giue them thus to vnderstand I neuer tasted one drop of Parnassus fountaine but yet care added to industrious trauells is able to performe matters of importance your high worth may Iudge of my meaning my loue to the deceased begot this boldnesse therefore for his sake whom you honored in life time daine to affoord one cheerefull countenance to my humble affection for I stand like poore blind Irus before the worlds lottery casting in my lots either of good or euill fortune where if I chance to light but vpon any reasonable prize of good liking I haue my desire but if all happen blankes I depart ouer-loaden with burthens of discontent to my rustick cell and their pining lye consum'd away in penance for this my presumption so in duty I kisse my hand and humbly take my leaue Richard Jhonson To the world IF in the depth of my intyre affection long borne to the honored house of the Cecils I take vpon me plainely to set downe according to my simple vnderstanding the honorable augmented dignities of the late deceased Earle of Salisbury and therin offend some peremtory censurers I lay the fault vpon my presuming loue and make it my priuiledge of excuse The temporizing world I know full of enuy ingratitude vnkindnesse hath nursed vp fame-killing falshood the greatest enemy to naked truth not valewing true worth clamerously to wrong this desertfull statist by detracting from his honor times applauding graces a cankering deisease after death subiect to greatnesse but let blacke mouthed enuy be of a more fauorable carriage for inocent truth before the worlds broad eye stands combatant and will asuredly defend his honorable deseruings from his greatest disparrages Fame I see stands ready prest to giue the world notice of his worlds late aduancements first he had a time a happy time I may say when desert in his prime of youth won him a multitude of honorable friends to continew to his age for beeing euen but in the bloome of a vertuous inclination he so tyed his Princes affection to his succeeding preferments that hee obtayned by instruction of his father the Lord William Burleigh the perfect rules of a well gouerned Statist Now heare to make a short florish how by degrees hee climbed to the top of all these his high dignified titles and places of honour he thus fortunatly proceeded first vnto the age of sixteene yeares he was onely tutord vnder his father and in his fathers house without any other education at which time of his age by his virtuous mothers will and free guift of thirty pounds yearely giuen to a colledge in Cambridge he was sent in person to carry it and be the presentor of the same him-selfe where at that young age he commenced according to the order of schooles and was made maister of Art after this in short time by the fauour of Queene Elizabeth hee was in the presence of the state royall created Knight at Theobalds and immediatly to his greater aduancements in the yeare of our Lord. 1588. hee was sent ouer into France to accompany our then English Ambassador Henry the great Earle of Darby a grace fitting so noble a spirit as he was like to be Englands buisinesse there ended hee returned and in short time after merited by his wel deseruing indeuours many court honours as vnder Secretary to Queene Elizabeth then principal Secretary of Estate then one of the Queenes Maiesties most honorable priuy Councell these dignified places in the eye of his honored father were put vnto his charge which hee so wisely caried that hee obtained euen the common grace of the multitude in which authorities he bore himselfe in the worlds equall balance till the death of his father and then it pleased his gratious Mistresse Queene Elizabeth to bestow vpon him the office of the Maister of Wards and liueries which hee inioyed with the rest till the death of his said Soueraigne but our now royall King comming to this his Imperiall kingdome and looking into the worth of this man weakned not any of these his aduancements but added more strength to the same by creating him first a Barron next a Vicecount then an Earle then Knight of the honorable order of the Garter one of the Councell of Estate and lastly Lord High treasurer of England the greatnesse of which places planted His renowne in the feelds of succeeding times I must not ouerpasse his Chancellorship of the Vniuersity of Cambridge that nurse of witdecking schollors whose learned pens might let the world know all his fame worthy actions but time I see proues vngratefull and would haue his memory buryed in forgetfulnesse Awake sluggish muses awake In his life might thousands of noble obiects befound wherein your noble spirits might towre high It is a task onely fitting rare pens and not for me the worst of many thousands to giue him that immortallity which the basenesse of this worthlesse time will hardly afford honour him kind schollers with some sonnets that liuing honored you and cause him to liue in dispight of repining fate This is the richest Epithite my loue can bestow vpon him he was borne honorable experience made him wise educatiō learned and these were his honors yet his cares were great to maintaine them He alwaies tooke nerest into his fauours such as were best aquainted with wisdoms secrets I am loath to be long in my