that hee died Or how could Pin-dust cast on 's skin Cause his death to enter in Nor would then his Physicians skill Suffer such Fleabites for to kill No this was fatall t was his lot That from euery little spot Should be drawne a line athwart To the Center of his heart Or else God from some higher place Seeded Manna on his face And sure t is so or else hee 'd ne're Haue put him in this Omer heere Then let 's now no more lament The dead whose life so wel was spent That now for land hee heauen doth share By his death a greater Heire But our selues for sure t is worse To bee the Mourner then the Coarse Thomas Lockey Art Bac. ERgone non auidos Musarum expalluit haustus Ille puer salso strenuus ore loqui Ergone non imas puduit redolere lucernas Vt damno afficeret mox grauiore Patrem Siccine selegit mors illum ex omnibus vnum Illum delitiae qui modo Patris erat Dissimulare Patêr iam discas vaetibi Fata Inuida si norînt quis tibi charus erit LOoke on his body chequered o're with spots Looke on his soule vntainted with such blots His purer part is frighted at each sore Two Twins were neuer so vnlike before What wonder if a sudden parting bee Where thus the soule and body disagree Edwardus Croke Art Bac. ANd is our griefe so large can't be confin'd To Place to Time but showne to all mankind Must wee remooue his Corps and so conuey Our Thames to Trent and weare another way With teares to dally with our griefe beare About our losse as if wee playd with feare Where doth this iourny after lifes iourny tend This trauaile after death this endlesse end Resting he moues and dead he stil doth rowle As if his body went to seeke his soule 'T was not because we partners seeke of griefe The greatest sorrowes seldome craue reliefe Let 's then diuide our woes and let each care Enioy that want and in such sorrow share T is fit though heere hee died that countreys wombe That gaue him life should likewise bee his Tombe To die and to bee buried in one place Beseemes common mortality his race Merits no captiue rites then let our losse Bee as diffusiue as his goodnesse was What though hee trace mortality and dye Death 's a Refiner of Nobility And in a fresher mould and purer fire Blazons him in a fairer Character This were an honest comfort if being dead Our griefe could haue their obiect buried If wee onely with our mem'ry did beare And with those eies alone to thinke him here But loe here 's part of him which doth extend His life beyond his life nor doth death end Himselfe though halfe himselfe for now in this We both do view although one whole we misse Nor doe we here retaine a Light so cleare As when two Suns pac'd in one Hemispheare Nor doe Tyndarides diuided shine So bright as when they both their Lights combine When two are link't and parted then wee may An obscure twilight call it and no day Memorials of the good and Pictures doe Restore our griefe and make vs loue our woe So when wee see his Brothers shape these lips These eyes of his these cheekes that face it strips Vs of our sence and foorthwith makes vs frame That t is no Brother Picture but the same And writes his Name afresh lest griefe should dye Each limbe of his speakes his mortality This is our ioy our griefe that wee request Almost of that loue to bee dispossest His yeeres I neede not computate since Fate His riper vertues not his yeeres doth date Which who so dares to number must confesse Hee slanders by commending happinesse But 's richer soule wee must admire not praise That groser Heraldry despaires to blaze Adored Saint or more if more there bee Of thy blest Reliques onely knowne to thee Wee doe confesse th' art gone and yet our losse If told is vnderualued so grosse So young are our complaints that wee lament In petty Notions sorrowes rudiment Our infant teares yet knowes not all our woe Because wee knewe not all that was to growe In him a graft all hope but riper yeeres Shall teach vs how to parallell our teares And so improoue wee may as hee did grow In vertue dayly thriuing in our woe Can then that Riuer which by thee doth slide Bee so vnmindfull not to bee full Tide And not ore-flow his bounds O be so good To saue a wonder lest wee force a flood Swell thou Meander streames let flow thy teares Better proportioned to our fruitfull feares Or let that Dog-starre cause thee to bee spent As t did his life our eyes shall weepe a Trent And make his Tombe an Iland thou shalt bee Shelford more famous for mortality And thou the Wel-spring which with Arts didst flow Bereaued Oxford be a well of woe Let Future times this first note learne of thee Here dyed a Stanhope Thus thou learn'd may bee VVEe doe not here examine why His Tutor suffred him to die As if his watchfulnesse had slept For sure hee was by Argos kept And had hee not a Stanhope beene Hee might his Natures Tutor seeme But wee question that which forc't God and man to bee diuorc't That first Question that Where that Why That sentenc'd first our soules to dye If fruit now haue that power of death As in the child-hood of the earth Which Fruit to cloake we Leaues put on Cloth'd with our owne transgression No know his soule so pure so good And how corruption it withstood That needed almost had his skinne Rather to bee baptiz'd then sinne Though Cherries sowne in such a place That what hee ate hee wore in 's face Yet euery twinkling spot did lye Like Starres but in a fairer Skie Such beauty might the Moone remoue Sooner then Endymions loue And from his kisse her light to come Rather then from that common Sun If then Measels spangled thus Imbroidered his face no worse If his disease so modest bee And blush at it's owne cruelty Then what may his beauty claime Whom his sickenesse thus became And in the twilight of his dayes Chequ'red his countenance with Rayes Presaging like a rubyed night The Sunne awak't to shine more bright If then our griefe bee not at height Behold his Fathers sorrowes weight Whose heauy iourney wing'd with feares Caus'd his body sweat with teares And each officious limbe turn'd eye Claiming their duty for to cry And well I thinke all eye was hee That in a double night did see Nor will I euer that approoue When thus it sees that blind is loue For fatherly affection may Though it bee night create a day Now with an honest heresie I could renounce Philosophy That seeing thus their passions knit His Father did his soule beget And if it were not so then why Did's Fathers Fate teach him to dye And by his Propheticke death Make him 's Heire in 's losse
FVNERALL ELEGIES VPON THE MOST VNTIMELY DEATH OF the Honourable and most hopefull Mr. IOHN STANHOPE Sonne and Heire to the Right Honourable PHILIP Lord STANHOPE Baron of Shelford VVHO DECEASED IN Christ-church at OXFORD the 18. of Iuly 1623. London printed for Ralph Mab. MDCXXIV Ad Lectorem OFficiosus Amor lachrimas effudit ab vrna Quam raptìm ingestas Musa latere velit Melpomenen moerore suo ne crede superbam Fastum ô quid nescit si modo luctus habet Tu solum expendas quanta est huic causa dolori Cum sapiat quasi nunc prompta Querela vetus IN AMICISSIMVM MEVM GEmma domus nostrae Musarum dulers ocelle Flos Parnasstaci deliciaeque chori Defunctum sequor obsequijs complector vinbram Heu quot corporibus dignior vmbra tua est Non est fictus amor non est vmbratilis ardor Vmbra places videar corporis vmbra tui Henricus Percy Comitis Northumbriae Filius ANd hast thou left vs then Deare Soule must wee Comfort our eyes no more beholding thee â—â—uldst thou bee so much a proficient here 〈…〉 dye so soone in thy first yeere 〈◊〉 â—â—ill thou be thus a Graduate to shine 〈…〉 already and there turne Diuine 〈◊〉 â—â—gree whose luster quite defaces 〈◊〉 â—â—â—e Hoods and Academicke graces 〈◊〉 â—â—â—h mistooke thee measuring thee a man By thy Soules Elle not by thy bodies Span. Hadst thou beene duller thou perchance mightst haue Gone but a slow and foot-pace to thy graue Thâ—â—â—ch of Fate had not bin stir'd the Skies Would not so greedy snatch so meane a prize Thy quicknes kild thee ripenes was thy death Running to goodnes thou ranst out of breath How didst thou pitch beyond thy yeeres how sage How wise how staid how elder than thy age Wâ—â—t manly grauity was knowne to house 〈◊〉 in thy smooth then others wrinckled browes 〈◊〉 different from the common Nobler sort 〈◊〉 here for fashion onely come and sport 〈◊〉 weare a gawdy Gowne and then with ease 〈◊〉 the Streets and learne the Colledges â—ape some few ends of Iests wherewith hereafter To branch discourse and entertaine a laughter That nere reach further than the mysticall Science of Tennis and their Spheare the Ball Or else to weild some Fencers woodden toole Or sweat a Night-cap in the Dancing-schoole To cracke a Lute-string and such worthy Arts In others Complements in great men parts Thy Studies were more serious as thy lookes While others Bandyed thou wast tossing Bookes Busied in Paper and collecting there Gemmes to sticke in thy mind not in thine eare Me thinks I see thee yet close by thy selfe Reaching some choyce Booke from thy furnisht shelfe Loose the silke strings and with a willing paine To read and thinke and write and read againe Thus didst thou spend thy lifes short day till night Deaths night oretooke thee and put out thy light This sable Curtaine was too soone orespred Thy day-taske done to bring thee to thy bed Yet happy soule whose first night did begin In Death vndarkned with the night of sinne E. R. VT nova subsiliunt acciso germinae trunco Et reficit pennae damna cadentis olor Sic vbi Matris honor cecidit Stanhopia proles Sarcina mox orbam non sinit esse nova Primitias vteri quae coelo debita sors est Soluisti Mater quid potes inde queri At Calum excambit foetum similemque reponit Num potes hoc damnum dicere munus erat Qui sic interijt non interijsse videtur Natalem fato sed reparasse suo Ier. Thorp Art Mag. ex Aede Christi A Funerall Elegie AS for a teadious famine or a siege Threatning vs al our couÌ„try our Liege So do we grieue for thee each neighbour Weeps to the indangering of an eye As if the losse were his or he had sold by His Patrimony and had spent the gold Spanish Currantoes Brunswicke and the fate And Massacres of the Palatinate In this spring tide and flood of griefe are lost As raine drops in a streame that in the vast Ocean this hath so fill'd our hearts eyes eares That we want sence of other cares then these If in a drowth this accident had beene Thou hadst not Fate committed such a sinne he peoples tribute had repair'd the losse Of the mad dog-starres fury and this crosse For with their teares the parched earth had beene As after plent'ous raine fruitfull and greene By should heauens drops now longer mixe with ours But these vnited conduits doubled showres Trent would vnruly grow and his proud waues Would make our habitations then our graues As the sunne snow so griefe melts vs and you Wherese're we goe may tract vs by our dew The State-men of this losse such notice take They 'le not doe businesse 'till they 'ue wept for 's sake With these Inferiors ioyne from th' Collyers eye You may take inke to write an Elegie And in their fields of hay the Countrey-men Doe weepe as if they 'd haue it grow againe Our sinne hath bred this crosse so Adams vice Did disinherite him of Paradise His death of ours nay vnborne Babes will misse And feele his absence who had brought a blisse To them to all of them For as we see A goodly spreading large and well-limbd tree Doth guard the vnderwood and doth immure The houses neere which by it are secure So from all tempest from all rage of winde He would haue fenc'd his neighbours and haue shin'd Like Lights in Watch-towres which are set to saue Passengers from Rockes and fury of the Waue This may coniectur'd bee from what we saw His youth did beare and promise For if by The foote of Hercules with Geometrie His true proportion was collected may Not we on the same grounds proceed and say On sight of the foundation this had beene As faire an edifice as e're was seene If 't had gone on it is prophane to say The Builder wanted skill and stuffe to lay A perfect roofe on what he had began And could not end this Master-piece of Man And therefore dasht it out Wee all doe know We were vnworthy of so great a flow And streame of goodnesse that his innocence Long since deseru'd to bee remooued hence Wherefore true Iustice plac'd Him neere the Throne In heauen of one in three of three in one His life was spotlesse as his sicknesse grew So did his zeale and calmenesse all is true In him which Poets by hyperboly Giue their choyce friends to make their memory Immortall Like a thankefull streame he ran To pay his debt vnto the Ocean His Monuments of Learning were bestow'd Where he had his He paid what ere he ow'd Obedience to his Parents Loue to all Repentance death for 's sinnes in generall Vere lugentis Pietas QVae Fata quondam cecinit Henricì tibi Modò Musa magne luuenis exequias parat Documenta mors maiora nunquam virium Dedit suarum simile non potest malum Ruina similis Carolo superstite Saluoque
did heau'n call To haue him there so that he needs must fall If so t is well for it was equity Mankind and hee by the same Fate should dye But though th' art dead thy memorie suruiues And thy good deeds shall out-last others liues Guliel Buckner Art Bac. DEpositum Stanhope tuum memorande supremum Ipse pater patriâ concumulauit humo Nec licuit feretro nobis suspendere Carmen Nec Trentae lachrymas annumerare tuo Nostra tamen similes lacrymarum Nympha lacunas Hauriet Trentâ non minor Isis erit WEepe weepe your sorrowes are well paid 'T is a Stanhope here is laid You that see this Monument And cannot at this sight lament The conscious Marble will you show How to discharge your comely woe Either you may th' occasion sit By melting into teares like it Or if you punish nor your eye By weeping cause it fatally Behold his Tombe then may you mone By standing stupid like the stone Yet both these sorrowes are well paid 'T is a Stanhope here is laid Guli Treshans Equitis Aurat Filius IMmitis properare necem Libitina potirâ— Dum tanto exoptat coniuge fata iubet Spiritus ingenium genius decor oris ortûs Stemmata quem celebrant aemula fatae prema â—â— Indole maturum flos indolis abstulit illum Dum numeraet laudes quis negat esse senem Non aeui breuitate fuit fraudata tropaeis Gloria cum fuerit copia nulla nouis Laude viget cuius fraterna videtur imago Accipere parili reddere fata vice In Canem coelestem eò quòd circa initium dierum Canicularium mortuus sit LEge nimis durâ funebria iusta referre Icarij cogis feruida stella canis Icaria peiora precor tibi fata ruina Dùm tua sic lachrymas sorbet anhela sitis Betrus Tryon Armig. Fil. nat max. In Variolarum luem qua interijt HOc Iuuemem placido decus immortale Sepulchro Aspice qui viuens immaculatus erat Dixissem si non fera Mors morbique perosi Polluerant moriens immaculatus erat Ah Laethi crudele genus cum tetrica vultus Abstulit tenero saeuit in ore lues Dulcia deformes ederunt oscula morbi Nec data sunt auido pura labella rogo Tam celeri si saeua gradu ventura fuissent Nonne alia poterant fata venire via Sed Mors saeua decus properauit perdere vultus Ne posset duras flectere forma Deas 'T Is not Nobility that is of force To stop the Progresse of this Tyrants course Nor mortall can vnto himselfe assume A sparke of time when Fate hath past her doome So fraile are all Earths momentary things That Death a Tribute claimes of greatest Kings But Death hath had her pay and he his Crowne Where neither Death can strike nor Fate can frown Gul. Pennyman Armig. filius natu max. Ex Aede Christi WErt not that dayly spectacles deny A difference betweene Nobility And other Pigmy Mortals good and bad The old and young we iust occasion had Of admiration when we doe behold Thee so good young and noble vnder mould But when the Graues and Sepulchres we view We turne our admiration from you Not wondring that a life so short you led But that our selues haue spun so large a thred Of our Mortality when all places see Some dye continually so that we Need draw our neuer-discontinued teares Vnto the Period of our latest yeeres Here one fall's sicke and dyes there another Griefe for whose death killeth perhaps his Brother Father or Mother so it far'd with thee For not thou onely but a Family Did seeme in thee to die for loe thy Father Secure of any worse mishap had rather Suffer himselfe some perill than that death Before his comming should cloze vp thy breath He comes and iourneying thrice with humble knee Fall's to the Earth yet being vtterly Insensible of this through the great fire Kindled by Loue obtaineth his desire Thy Mother fearing that thy houre was come Striues to bring forth another in thy roome And so with motherly compassion loth To lose the one endangereth you both Thy Brother of thy Fortune aemulous Striues to preuent thee whose ingenuous Loue and good-will to thee did then appeare When thy last houre did shew he held thee deare He faine to heauen would thy fore-runner bee And there prouide place for himselfe and thee Wherefore he often offers willingly Ransome to pay for thy deliuery And on condition thou maist here remaine Dyes often but deny'd reuiues againe To his great griefe at last when nought would doe Cryes out and saies Shall we be parted too T is true you must a while yet weepe no more Since all your teares will not his life restore Then since your weeping can't recall him gone Waile not his death seeke to preuent your owne Ad defuncti fratrem DEfunctus foret ipse sibi tantae indolis haeres Si possent iustae flectere fata preces Sed Natura negat cui munera tanta relinquet Cùm nuda Elysios vmbra pererret agros Deuouet haec fratri hunc haeredem ex asse reliquit Quem socium tantae Nobilitatis habet Viue tibi fratri duplicem sortitus honorem Sisque haeres illi moribus ingenio Thomas Ballowe Alumnus AN Heire and dead must some erected Tombe Cloze in the bowels of an earthly wombe Stanhopes great Heire must it a Trophy bee Of his decease boast we in misery Are these the Lands that he was borne vnto To lye dead in some Ephrons Field of woe O tell me Death why is he turn'd to dust Wilt thou plead Fates decree and cry He must Is thy best reason a necessity Or grounded Maxime in Philosophy He was not old for age he did not dye Nor was the onely cause Mortality This was the chiefest reason he deceast Thy hunger was ingenuous and to feast Was thy desire thou 't not picke the bone Of some Anatomy or Skeleton As for a Carkasse hanging in the Ayre Halfe eaten vp by Time thou dost not care The Wormes are Epicures whose enuious strife Deuoures that Carkasse that had giuen them life Nor can I blame them that they so doe eate Though hee 's a Course yet is he dainty meat Eduard Price Alumnus I Thinke it is a policie in Death To take the young and spare the aged breath Nature 's the bane of old men Times decree Sends them a packing Death they need not Thee Thou onely seru'st to crop our tender yeeres To draw from Parents eyes abortiue teares Thou letst them liue their children tak'st away Knowing that sorrow will be their decay But Death pale enuious Death how could'st thou find Out the sweet picture of so pure a mind Me thinkes although thy bloudy Dart were steel'd With thy sad purpose yet it must needs yeeld To see the Father melting into teares His sad acquaintance and his Brothers feares Who sent as many sighes vnto the Pole As might