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death_n	bear_v	youth_n	youthful_a	24	3	11.5300	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04626	A treatise of patience in tribulation first, preached before the Right Honourable the Countesse of Southampton in her great heauines for the death of her most worthy husband and sonne: afterward inlarged for the helpe of all that are any way afflicted crossed or troubled. By William Iones B. of D. and P. of Arraton in the Isle of Wight. Herevnto are ioyned the teares of the Isle of Wight, shed on the tombe of their most noble Captaine Henrie Earle of Southampton and the Lord Wriothesly his sonne.	Jones, William, b. 1581 or 2.	1625 (1625)	STC 14747; ESTC S107863	31,017	54

man'd your Cities and instead of stones Helpt you to build your Bulwarks with our bones Nor had your Castles now vnbattered stood Had not your slime ben tempered with our blood All this we did and more are still content With men munition mony to preuent Your future ruine Hence with warie speede Our state sent ouer to your latest neede Ten Noble heads and twice ten thousand hands All prest to execute their wise commands Mongst them our good Southampton and his ioy Deare Iames in hart a man in age a boy But oh your fatall fields vnhappie soile Accurst Acheldama foule den of spoile Deaths Hospitall like Hell the place of woe Admit all commers but nere let them goe Churl 's to your aide we sent strong liuing forces And you in lieu returne vs liuelesse corses Ah Noble Lords went you so farre to haue Your Death and yet come home to seeke a graue VII To the young Lord. BRight starre of Honour what celestiall fires 〈…〉 thy youthfull bloud that thy desires Mount vp so fast to Glories highest Spheres So farre beyond thine equalls and thy yeares Whil'st others Noblie borne ignoblie staine Their bloud and youth with manners base and vaine Thou to thy Fathers holie lessons lending Thine eare and to his liue's faire patterne bending Thy steps did'st daily learne for sport or need Nimblie to mount and man thy barbed steed Fairelie thy serious thoughts to write or speake Stoutlie vpon thy foe thy lance to breake It did not with thine actiue spirit suite To wast thy time in fingring of a Lute Or sing mong'st Cupids spirits a puling Dittie To moue some femall Saint to loue or pittie T' was Musick to thine eare in ranged batle To heare sad Drums to grone harsh Trumpets ritle Or see when clouds of bloud do rent in sunder The pouders lightning and the Canons thunder And when thou might'st at home haue liued free From cares and feares in soft securitie Thou scorning such dishonorable ease To all the hazards both of land and sea 's Against Religions and thy Countries foes Franklie thy selfe and safetie did'd expose O Sacred virtue thy mild modest glances Rais'd in his tender heart these amorous trances For thy deare loue so dearely did he weane His youth from pleasures and from lusts vncleane And so in thy straight narrow paths still treading He found the way to endlesse glorie leading VIII But soft sad Muse t is now no fitting taske The prayses of his well spent Youth t' vnmaske To sing his pious cares his studious night's His thriftie daies his innocent delights Or tell what store of vsefull obseruations He gain'd at home and mong'st the neighbring Nations Leaue we this virgin theame vntouch't vntainted Till some more happie hand so liuely paint it That all Posteritie may see and read His liuing virtues when hee 's cold and dead IX SWeet Youth what made thee hide thine amorous face And cheekes scarce downie in a steelie case And like yong Cupid vnder Mars his sheild Mongst men of armes to braue it in the field Thought'st thou o fondling cruell death would pitty The faire the yong the noble wise and witty More then the foule and foolish base and old Oh no the tirant bloudy blind and bold All the wide world in single combate dareth And no condition sex or age he spareth X. YEt some supposed since in open fight Thou had'st so often scap't his murdering might That sure he fear'd to throw his fatall dart Against thine innocent faith-armed heart Yet sooth to say t was thy sweet louely youth That so often mou'd flint-harted Death to ruth Though now intangled in thy locks of amber The inamour'd monster dogs thee to thy chamber And there alas to end the mortall strife He rauish thee of beautie and of life XI To Nature NAture although we learne in Graces schoole That children must not call their mother foole Yet when we see thee lauishly to burne Two or three lights when one would serue the turne When we perceiue thee through affection blind Cocker the wicked to the good vnkind Ready the stinking rankest Weeds to cherish When Lillies Violets and sweet Roses perish Wee cannot chuse but tell thee 't is our thought That age or weaknesse Nature makes thee dote XII Natures reply to the Censure VAine men how dare yee in your thoughts vnholy Mee nay your Maker to accuse of folly And all impatient with your plaints importune Heav'n Earth and Hell Death Destiny and Fortune When 't is not these poore Instruments that cause Your Crosses but the neuer changing Lawes Of your Almightie mercifull Creator Who sitting supreme Iudge and Moderator Of mens affaires doth gouerne and dispence All by his All-disposing Prouidence And equally his glorious ends aduances By good or bad happy or haplesse chances XIII To the Right Honourable Elizabeth Countesse of Southampton GReat and good Lady though wee know full well What tides of griefe in your sad brest doe swell Nor can in this our simple mourning Verse The thousand'th part of your deepe cares reherse Yet as the lesser rivulets and fountaines Run hastning from the Fields the Meads Mountaines Their siluer streames into the Sea to poure So flow our tributary teares to your That from the boundlesse Ocean of your sorrow Our eyes new springs our harts new griefs may borrow XIIII Eidem COuld we as easily comfort as complaine Then haply this our charitable paine Might merit from your grieued heart some thanks But oh our griefs so swell aboue the banks Of shallow custome and the feeble fences That are oppos'd by Reason Art or Senses That if Religion rul'd not our affections And pacifi'd our passions insurrections We should in mourning misse both meane and scope And sorrow Pagan-like sans Faith or Hope XV. Eidem MAdam though we but aggrauate your Crosses Thus sadly to repeat your former losses Whil'st you sit comfortlesse as all vndone Mourning to lack an Husband and a Sonne Yet may it giue your grieued heart some ease To saile with company in sorrow's Sea 's To thinke in them you are not tost alone But haue the Kingdome partner in your mone To thinke that those for whom you weep are blest Lodg'd in the heauenly harbour where they rest Secure nere more to grieue to want to feare To sin to Die or to let fall a teare So though heauens high Decree haue late bereft you Of two at once yet hath his bountie left you Many faire daughters and a sonne t' inherit Your Loue our Honour and his Fathers Spirit W. P. The least part of the shadow of Southamptons worth GReat Lord thy losse though I surcease to mourne Sith Heauen hath found Thee yet I 'le take my turne to wait vpon thy Obsequies a while And traile my Pen with others of my File And tell thy worth th' effects where of wee felt That in the lists of thy command haue dwelt Religions Champion Guardian of that Isle Which is the Goshen of Great