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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

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

Sr Nathaniel Barnardiston of Ketton in Suff. Kt Obiit A. D. 1653 ●t 66. F. H. van Houe Sculp SVFFOLKS Tears OR ELEGIES On that 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 for 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 Dignum laude virum Musa vetat Mori London Printed by R. I. for Tho. Newberry at the Three Lions in Cornhil near the Royal Exchange 1653. To the VVorshipful and highly honoured Lady the Lady Jane Barnardiston An Offertory THrice Noble Lady spare that melting Bead Our sorrows want no jewel from your head Still let those silver drops that lightly lye Like little delug'd worlds within your eye Fixed abide in their own brightest sphear His fame wants not those pendents for her ear Those falling stars rob heaven we need not thence Borrow our griefs or taxe you with expence Behold how every Mourner brings his sheet To wipe your eyes and weep himself 't is meet That this so publick loss by th' Countries charge Should mourned be Spare Madam then this large And thicker Volume that is here annext Is but our Comment on that publick text Come Argus Hieraclicus lend your eyes To pay on 's tomb a liquid sacrifice Lo all the grasse that round about him lye Hangs full of tears shed from Dame Natures eye See how sad Philomele that yonder sits And to the dancing twig her musick fits Now mourns for him the silver brook runs on Grumbling to leave those loved banks whereon A Mansion once he had that 's now set round With Cypress trees and with their branches crown'd So dark it seems Nights mantle for to borrow And may be cal'd the gloomy den of sorrow E're since he di'd the Heavens their griefs to tell Daily in tears to earth's wet bosome fell Not in an April storm or those in June Whose trembling Cadents makes it rain in tune But like a grave Decembers day or those Who mourn in Cicero's stile and weep in prose Madam you see all Natures wat'ry store Attends this sable day weep you no more Angels that on your eyes with bottles wait To catch your falling tears do now retreat With vessels full anon again they 'l stoop And lightly hover round the mourning troop Whilst I in silence do his Shrine adore If worship doth offend I then implore And crave a favour Madam 't is this one Adde to his memory no pictur'd stone Lest whilst within the Church my vows I pay I to the Image of this Saint should pray Madam your most humble and faithful servitor Samuel Faireclough Jun. ELEGIES ON That renowned Knight SIR Nathaniel Barnardiston AN Acrosticke Elegie on my ever Honoured Friend Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston who faithfully in all imployments served his Country was renowned for Piety and exemplary in Religion dyed the 25. of July 1653. SHal such Friends dye and my Muse idle bee Is 't possible can such stupidity Remaine in me and I not dead with thee Nature don't give but lend its life to men And at its pleasure cals it back agen The image grav'd on man Gods right doth shew His image 't is let Caesar have his due And in this Microcosme we plainly see No lesse then part of Gods Divinity In smaller letters for the Soul 's a sparke Even of his kindling and though in the dark Lodg'd in the grave the body seems to be Let 's hope and we shal find re-unity Body and Soul shal joyn by heaven's great power As once they were before the parting hour Rally the Atomes shal and then each part Not loosing ought by Gods Almighty Art Attaine shal to its just and proper due Returning to each corps its former hue Descend then shal the Soul and with a kisse Its ancient friend awake to perfect bliss So these new married couple joyfully To heaven ascend and match eternity Oheavenly Musick endlesse harmony None can desire to live that 's fit to dye So slept our former Patriots when they Had serv'd their country in a bed of clay Flesh may incinerate when Man doth dye The body in the grave may sleeping lye But there 's a spark remaines which shal return And re-inform those ashes in their urn VVhich when the last days morning shal draw nigh Shal raise its flame by heav'nly Chymistry So springs the Phoenix from which Rise She 's ever cal'd the Bird of Paradise Si quis qui bonus pius est inquirit Iësus Respondet verus Nomine Nathaniel Inquire whose good Christ wil thee tel It is a true Nathaniel WILLIAM SPRING Barronet An Elegie containing a Dialogue between the Author and his Muse and between Death and an Angel MAke hast my Muse lay off thy brighter plume The sable wings of darkest Night assume Cover thy head with blackness do not faile Thy brow with mournful shadow now to vaile Thine eyes now cloud which may pour down apace A showre of brinish tears upon thy face Fill up thy breast with sighs and saddest grief With Rachels sorrows that refu'd relief Now let a living Spring thy sorrow feed That may supply with running streams thy need The depth in silence pass noyse not the same Lest Nature hear and do dissolve her frame Attire thy self in saddest mourning weed Put on thy tragick Buskins haste with speed Unto the place where griesly Death doth dwel Within the ground in lowest darkest cel Pale kercher'd sickness lyeth at the door To him the Porter openeth every hour About above the Monuments remaine Of old and young whom direfull death hath slaine There the worlds Victor vanquished doth lye There Caesar Croesus and grave Cato by There David Jedidiah Daniel And there with these our true Nathaniel Of doleful Ebony the Portal's made The roof of fatal dismal Ewe is laid The pillars of black pollisht Marble be That may endure til time you ended see The wals intire of Adamantine rock The two-leav'd gates of Steel so key and lock The chambers there with Coffins plancherd sure Corruptions sap wil not let long indure These worn and torn in time renew'd again The cost of future Funerals maintain The lower floor 's of earth most rooms be ful Loe here the dead mens bones and there the skul The trophies of triumphant Death are there The rooms all hung with whited linnen are The corps intomb'd with juyce of Poppy smear'd There rest

sacred reliques and remember what He was in 's life and study to be that But is there any that will undertake To write his copy I fear his hand will shake Or 's Pensil's dull or some fault in his eyes That he 'l indent deform'd obliquities Yet his clear eye and steady hand ne'er drew But strait lines from the center for he knew And learn'd from such a master who alone Could guide the hand and hearts position And so he guided was that few are seen On this worlds Theater or er'st have been Equal proficients with him in this art This heavenly art of living well which part He much adorn'd and 't was his greatest grace And worth's embellishment in such a place As God had set him to be good as great Goodness and greatness both well here did meet In him How soon began for in his prime He chose not like luxurious youth his time To spend in th' ages wanton revellings But sought that merchandize which onely brings That great advantage after all his care And travel now possess'd without all fear Of loosing he by firm indenture bound Himself to God not for years for he found They might expire and 's Fathers legacy Was more then this poor worlds annuity Therefore in graces tenure humbly he Cast anchor unto all eternity And now his torn and weather-beaten bark With the worlds storms and tempests like the ark Puts int' a quiet harbor even as that Rested upon the Mountain Ararat He left this world i' th' storm by Land and Sea Yet he a calm and sweet tranquillity Found in himself as one that swom to Land Having scap'd shipwrack doth i' th' Harbor stand Safe and secure yet viewing with sad eyes The Monuments of Neptunes cruelties Or he whose ship from some far Countrey bound Laden with Gold and Spice at length hath found The wished Port prayes that his Friends may see The like returns advantage so did he Having receiv'd his lading home secure Prayes God the States and Churches to ensure But whil'st we minde his gain we value not Our loss nor can The Saints indeed have got One that will bear a part with them whil'st we Are left to sing a doleful Elegie To mourn becomes us well here needs no art To paint a tear that comes not from the heart Or that we hire some ancient praefica'es To howl their well-dissembled nania's For such sad Sables Sorrows Livery Well may they hold a semblance to the eye Of some thing which we see but for the rest Behinde the Curtain Cannot be exprest So did that Artist when he came to draw The Parents grief for Iphigenia Cast o'er a veil the rest within made good By an Aposiopesis understood Then draw the Curtain here my Muse and tell The World thou can'st with no lines parallel Their grief whose honor 't was once to have had A Wife or childes relation here So sad Appears the Scene There 's none that bears apart A mourning robe without a mourning heart Yet once again thou Cypress tree Let me now pluck a branch from thee Bitter constraint and saddest wo Alas compels me so to do Thou wont'st not to receive a call To every vulgar funeral We 'll therefore not impropriate Thy custom since 't is our sad fate To loose a Heroe of that worth As nature rarely bringeth forth Mourn then for on this woful Beer Lies one that hath not left his Peer For whom the Heavens as if too long They had expected him among His Fellow Saints at last have sent Now to compleat their Parl'ament Saxa ruunt Mausoli invisa ruuntque Colossi Mole sua si quae porrò Monumenta vetustas Condidit illa abolevit edax vel quicquid Apelles Pinxerit aut si quid Lysippus duxerit olim Apparent nusquàm ne subsistente ruinâ At meliora tibi pietas Monumenta locavit Quippe fides tua clara aevo rarissima nostro Te petrae inseruit Titulo te posse carere Ergone Marmoreo licet aut componere parvis Maxima Namque Choro coelesti ascriptus iniquum Ut remeare velis divisis mente Britannis Qui tamen et si nos tot blandimenta nepotes Chara reliquisti superes ubi nulla cupido Invadet redeundi non si populusve senatus Antiquum ad meritumque locum revocare potesset Consociare tuis te suaviloquentior usquàm Nec fuerat dum tu fueras nec amantior ullus Qui potuit Quoties dextram Venerande benignam Tu mihi quàm gratos amplexus saepe dedisti Nulli ementitos verus monitorque fidelis Idque frequens mihi cultor eras quia tu neque parens Numinis atque alios mecum suadere solebas Oh quoties quae nobis memoranda locutus Digna velut clavo maneant infixa trabali Nam neque tu quenquam vano sermone morari Pejorem solitus coram aut demittere tristem Quos vultus quales vidi candore micantes Atque oculos mihi quos spectare heu non licet ultra At nunquam Oh nunquam nostras resonabit ad aures Vox antiqua sonos modulans mihi quàm bene notos Nam mihi nunc superas heu dissociabilis oras Lenta nimis vela impellent suspiria nostra Hasce iterum infidas ut frustrà referre conemur Ast ego quando quidem nobis te fata tulerunt O quàm te memorem memorans suspiria ●undam Dum maestus reddam solennia vota Sepulchro Joh. Clopton Gent An Epicedium upon the death of that thrice worthy Knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston eminent for Piety to God love to the Church and fidelity to his Country IT 's easie for to write an Elegie On common fates great sorrows stupifie A toe or finger lost we can complain But wounds receiv'd in liver heart or brain The parts that be architectonical Oppress the sence we should complain withall A cask that nought but the light air doth hold Sounds far more shrilly then one fil'd with gold Fleet streams are clamorous the deepest joyes And sorrows their own depth do keep from noyse Our losse so vast as would a country breake We want both help to bear and strength to speak What is 't to hear a wife or children cry Should such a father such a husband dye Or a few mournful Schollars make this moan Our-dear Mecaenas our best friend is gone Th' expences of a sorrow that 's thus large Should be borne out at a whole Nations charge A publick taxe of grief whole subsidies Of tears and freely given wil scarce suffice Where are you all who while he was alive Own'd none but him your representative Resound a Barm'stons name cannot that breath Which silenc'd other Rivals silence Death Shal the graves prison your free choyse prevent And break a priviledge of Parliament Tell him he hath your suffrages least we Judge you have lost your voyce as wel as he But since your tongues avail not let your eyes Discharge their last debt to his

impresse That rul'd thy actions and as firmly stood As doth the Oke the Monarch of the wood VVhose stately towring top scorns to strike sayl Like to the Poplar to each whiffling gale And dance a quaver with a trembling bough VVhen Boreas plays a crochet on his brow Men now adays in such a posture stand That 's ready to receive each base command Blow what wind wil like the wind-serving Vane They wil comply then as you were again Mechanick spirits with their supple joynts Can ring the changes to a thousand points And please their ears too with that Stygian sound That 's harsh enough ev'n Babel to confound But Barm'ston moved in an higher sphear Disdain'd to crouch unto degenerous fear And on the Hinges turn his Patron knee To dance the humours of disloyalty Blush blush you servile natures that can mould Your very souls into what frame you would New cast your moulds and work your brittle clay To such a temper as with honour may Heav'ns-broad-backt Porter Atlas strength excel And under-prop the Churches cittadel And tott'ring state A pillar we have lost By deaths unhappy stroke our glory 's crost An ancient Pillar whose firm basis stood Supporters of the truth and what was good Ev'n when surrounded with the dangerous seas Of Errors ●●hisms and Metamorphoses Call it Seths pillar wonder and vouchsafe To read th' inscription in this Epitaph Behold Nathaniel sayes sacred style An Isra'lite indeed in whom 's no guile An holy vessel tunn'd with noble breath By Surgeons broacht to be drawn out by death Mirrour of goodness and of constancy Gods gift our losse within this vault doth lye Quòte maesta pedes an quò via ducit in aedem Musa perantiquum quid petis aegra locum Fortè sepulchrales mens est invisere sedes Et veterum exuvias ossaque spectra times Flebilis illa refert vix ora in verba resolvens Heu cineres magni nominis urna tenet Et dictura fuit Barmston dolor occupat ora Sic vox ipsa haeret faucibus exit Io. Tesequar at lentis pedibus modò currite versus Funeris heu maestos cogor inire modos Stella serena poli cecidit jam gloria nostri O decus O nostri stella serena poli Hac signante viam non qualem erraticus ignis Nil metuit populus stagna profunda dolos Infaustos nusquam radios diffudit in orbem Evomuitve iras bella nefanda neces Indidit huic nullas vires natura malignas Quales cancer habet scorpius a●que canis Quin dedit aspectus aequos frontemque benignam Luce sub innocuâ non latet ulla lues Scilicet innumeri fulgent hinc indè planetae Et nova dispergunt lumina quale decus Fert quasi stelliferam per dorsum stellio sphaeram Sed cave tabificam pixida pectus habet Lucifer Angelico zeli larvatus amictu Decipit incautum credulitate gregem Augustam Phoebi faciem mortalibus aegris Invida opaco aufert corpore Luna suo Non tulit haec nostrum magno dum luxit in orbe Aequali peragens tramite Sydus iter Meeoenas Trabeatus Eques Pascit Colit Ornat Clerum Jus Patriam Munere Voce Fide Singula quid memorem Nil non laudabile Barmston Stemmata nobilitans stemmate prisca suo Nubibus immunis translato est mortis Horizon Occasu claro pulchrior ortus erit Ra. Astel An Elegy on the Death of the Right Worshipful Sir NATH. BARNARDISTON IF Davids Worthies God himself recount In Writ Divine which doth humane surmount If Christ the anointing of his holy Head Deign'd as an honor done t' his Funeral Bed And to requite this pretious Maries favor Embalm'd her name with Everlasting savor Then do we not amiss this faithful Knight To praise and recommend if so me might Hereafter move to pious emulation Posterity by holy imitation And not his Son alone to bear the Name And Heir his Grace but others gain the fame Of being like this er'st renowned Knight To equal and surpass him if they might Whil'st others envy Ministers are bound His praise by Word and writing forth to sound To him who did Prophets on Earth receive Prophets reward both God and Man shall give Nathaniel don coruscus Barnardiston Vixit in hac terra nobilitatu● Eques Vixisset semper regeret si stamina vita Vox populi cujus claruit auspic●it Clarus ad invidiam quem sic neque dira simultas Flexit ab officio carcere sive mini● Mista priora novis nec summa pericla movebant Obstrictum Patriae cum pietate Deo Eripit hunc nobisque suit mors scaeva videmur Orbatam patriam flere perinde domum Quem Deus indid sit rapuit mors sava queremur Non rapuit reddens officiosa Deo Ossa quidem nobis anima ascendente reliquit E●apsam ut vestem quam tenet arca pia Qua Deus expurgans simul fulgore deaurans Regis in adventu vestiet ad thalamos Haec vates sperans ovat gestitque videre Nunc Monumenta spei tunc documenta rel. Observantiae causa posuit Clemens Ray On the Death of that most Illustrious and worthy Knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston OFt have I seen in veiwing Monuments Of Roral Drops from Marble strange descents Wonder not why this Rocky Marble weeps For lo here Noble Barnardiston sleeps The sleep of death 't is strange to cloudy sence That in the Tomb there seems no difference 'Twixt just and unjust Pebble and the Gem. Here vertue seems to wear no Diadem 'T is strange here seems to fall such equal lots Upon the Traitors and true Patriots But cease fond heart to wonder 't is not hard God is to such th' exceeding great reward And sure to him who yet could ne'r be wone To act a Proteus in Religion Reward in life he met with great renown God did his faithful acts with glory crown Reward in death for when the world shall see Those Pha●tons in dust interred be Both names and bodies too and them shall laugh To scorn to see no better Epitaph Then this Lo here their skeletons are laid Who once their Country and their Church betray'd His name shall live as one that witness'd well Himself to be a true Nathaniel ACROSTIC Nomen in aeternum Barnurdistone perenne Augusta humanum pectus dum capsula condit Tulampas terris ast inter sydera coeli Haud minimus meliore tui jam parte manebis Accingens radiis nitidis tua tempora Phoebus Noster amator eras artis sophiaeque patronus Imminuere decus gentis virtutis honorem Electi Heroes fidei tu semper amicus Lex tibi grandis erat virtus quae nescia vinci Bruma perennis adest nobis te sole cadente Astra calore carent nitidi sine lumine Phoebi Rara fides genti virtus procerumque propago Nostrorumque decus capitis tua gloria magni Ast nihili pendens tu talia {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman}