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A04895	Funerall elegies; consecrated to the immortall memory, of the Right Honorable the Lady Katherine Paston, late wife to the truely noble, and heroicke, William Paston, of Oxned Esquire	Knevet, Ralph, 1600-1671.	1637 (1637)	STC 15035; ESTC S119841	9,020	27

to the earth and would not trust With such a gemme too long a world of dust But like a prudent Creditour becomes That cals for quicke repayment of those summes Which to profuser Prodigalls he lent To free himselfe from further detriment Which through forbearance of so large a debt Must needs result Had shee bin longer kept On Earth perhaps base Earth would then have vaunted Of her fruition whom the blest Heav'ns wanted The Lilly Rose and fragrant Violet Those choisest gemmes of Floras cabinet Shew lifes epitomes and then retreate To longer deaths in Vestas bosome great Where they must sleepe untill Apollo shall Come from his southerne progresse and recall With his reviving heate them to review The world and it adorne with their bright hue For as Antheus by his stronger foe Throwne to the earth recover'd vigour so So do terrestriall seedes from earth derive Their vitall strength and humour nutritive The Sunne resignes to Vesper and each starre Retires at the returne of Phoebus carre Thus by a naturall vicissitude Alternally things alterd are renewd In their corruptions ever rise and fall 'Till in a conflagration generall This World like the Arabian Bird shall burne That an immortall Phoenix from her urne May rise arrayd with those illustr'ous plumes Which neither age decayes nor time consumes But the whom we lament although she try'd No more then one short life and but once dy'd Yet her one funerall did on us light More like a publike ruine then the weight Of any private crosse yea we may call Her death a greivance epidemicall A losse which no reprisall can redresse Whose greatnesse rather silent griefes expresse Then golden lines for passions doe exceed Those measures which the modest Muses tread Nor can the sorrowes of a troubled mind By any penne or pencill be confin'd But whether strayes my wandring Muse misled Through Labyrinthes of cares by sorrowes threed As if shee were intent with dreary layes To ayme at Cypresse wreaths not crownes of bayes Let sad Electra hidden in her sphere Lament incinerated Ilium there Let Niobe in Sypileian stone Latonas hate and her owne pride bemone Let Biblis melted to a cold cleere bourne For her incest'ous fires still waile and mourne Yea let ambiguous teares those fun'ralls steepe Where riper Heires or yonger widdowes weepe Like personated Mourners at the graves Of some old crabbed and decrepit knaves Such fain'd libations we abhorre and feare To make false immolations unto her Who was so true so noble so divine In name and really a Katherine Shee had no spots like Cynthia nor was shee Mercuriall or like light Cythere But Shee Astraea was Astraea just Who fleeing hence did leave old Time intrust To keepe in wardrobe cold her robes of clay But if these shall through his neglect decay Yet shall shee find at last this vesture fraile Transmuted to a fresh immortall veyle Eleg. 3. 1. WHen Hils and Valleys wrap't in sheets of snow Did pennance for their summer luxury And Winter old unto the world did show The Sceletons of trees muffling the skye With vapours cold and strewing frequently The earth with wat'ry confects then I stood On that faire tract where Bure creeps lazily To pay his tribute to a greater flood Clept Y ar none of the meanest of blew Neptunes brood 2. There I beheld the snowy Swannes retreate Vnto the silver creekes with motion sad Each face of things exprest a ruine great But two-fac'd Ianus all in sable clad Those joyous sports and merryments forbad Which whilome he was wont to tolerate The Gods themselves it seemes a feeling had Of our disasters when Calista's fate Our sorrowes and her endlesse joyes did propagate 3. Calista faire at whose nativity All happy starres auxiliary were With kind aspects shining auspiciously For as each gentle God and Goddesse cleere Pandora did adorne with bount'ous cheere Placing on her all properties divine Which made her so unparallel'd appeare So did both fix'd and errant starres combine With pretious gifts to dignifie this Heroine 4. Though from illust'rous ancestors shee came From Lords sublim'd for chivalrous renowne Yet did her vertues overtoppe her name And all those adventitious glories crowne Which Fortune or high birth had on her throwne Her piety and worth was so immense That Heav'n it seemes sent this Panthaea downe As some great blessing but revok'd her hence For our ingratitude or some such high offence 5. Death like Vlysses while we were intent To sports and triumphes dreading no distresse And fearelesse of so dire an accident Stole our Palladium hence the Patronesse Of all our hopes and chiefest happinesse Then Feasts were turn'd to funerals no name Was heard that any solace did expresse And all our mirth like burning Troy became Consum'd to cinders blacke in griefes uncessant flame 6. As when the Vestall fires extinguish'd were Through some unhappy Virgins fraile neglect Then Romes Patricians fraught with dreary cheere In mourning habits dight were wont t' expect The dreadfull issue of some dire effect So when that lucid flame which did maintaine Calista's life by cruell death was check't Sighes did abound and sorrowes flow amaine Eyes did their bankes inundate and each cheeke distaine 7. Man 's a plant animall a tree revers't Whose root 's the braine his limmes the branches be But blood 's the sappe through every veyne dispers't Which aliment imparts with justice free Vnto each member of this mysticke tree Haire are the leaves which doe the same attire Excrescent humours are the gummes we see Flowing from thence the fruite which doth aspire Be actions good or ill the seede whereof's desire 8. But our faire plant the fairest that ere grew Such apples on her Verdant branches bare As the Hesperian Gardens never knew Nor had Alcinous any fruite so rare Shee was a tree with which none might compare This Tree by Heavn's decree transplanted is We of her happy shade deprived are While shee remov'd into eternall blisse Becomes a Tree of life in highest Paradise 9. Letter-puff'd Pedants boldly dare averre That every starre another world containes These Cities in the skyes would seeme to reare Yet build but Castles in the ayre fond swaines That strange conclusions from fanaticke braines Strive to produce when they below might see Perhaps more Worlds for Verity maintaines That Man's Microcosme each he or shee Is of a greater World the briefe epitome 10. Mans head is heav'n the brighter starres fix'd there Are Fancy Intellect and Memory The sences eke like Planets do appeare Each in his sphere the Heart which doth supply All parts with vitall heate is Phoebus high The liver is the Moone whose pregnant brests With purple juyce embalmes this Monarchy Foure Humours are the Elements and these The basement doe compose of this celestiall piece 11. But such a world was our Calista bright As was the world before it injurd was Through Womans weakenesse and a Serpents spite For as a seven-fold lustre then did grace Each glorious starre and planet

FUNERALL ELEGIES Consecrated to the immortall memory of the Right Honorable the Lady Katherine Paston late wife to the truely noble and heroicke William Paston of Oxned Esquire Vivit post funera virtus LONDON Printed by T. Cotes for Andrew Crooke dwelling at the signe of the Gun in Ivy-lane 1637. To the no lesse honoured for vertuous habits and naturall endowments than high birth the Lady Elizabeth Bertue Daughter to the right Noble and most accomplished Lord ROBERT Earle of Lindsey c. Madam TO render an acknowledgement of those great engagements and duties which J shall ever owe to the illustrious memory of that most serene and truely honourable Lady your deare deceased Sister to whom you were as neerely allied in vertue as in blood J humbly present these modest Elegies to salute your mayden palmes Not onely mine but the generally received opinion of her most conspicuous worth and honour hath importuned me who was her most unworthy beneficiary to undertake the performance of this service and the unstained candour of your noble disposition perswades me not to despaire of your gracious acceptance Your Honours most humbly devoted servant Ra. Knevet Funerall Elegies Eleg. 1. ANd must our brows with Cypresse sad be bound Because Calista is with glory crownd Immortall splendent bayes that grow upon Mount Sion high not earthly Helicon In sable darke must we our bodies dight Because our Saint is clad in robes of white Shall we on earth sob forth our Elegyes While she sings Allelujah in the skyes Our sorrowes are prepost'rous and we erre In offering patheticke songs to her Whose vertues rare require a Lyrists quill Or rather Panegyrists learned skill Homer and Virgill caroling her praise Had they liv'd now might well have wonne the bayes Although the Iliads and the Aeneids both Had nere beene borne these works were built on froth For 't is a question not resolved yet When Ilium was sack'd or whether it Was ruin'd by the Greekes at all and why Should Virgill censur'd be for flattery 'Cause he deriv'd the great Cesarian name From Varlets that surviv'd their Cities flame From one that left his friends and wife engag'd When bloody Mars and fiery Vulcan ragd Doubtlesse a pious Knight and debonaire Who brought his wronged Mistris to despaire Then fled from her whom basely he deceiv'd Though nobly shee had him and his reliev'd True Vertue is my subject and that such As seldome did ere Woman owne so much Honours great example beauties bright throne The Temple of sincere religion An Altar of unfaigned piety The Golden branch of true nobility The Palace of the Graces and the spheare Wherein no cloud nor meteour did appeare The Pyramid of love Truths pretious shrine The helpe and hope of all the sacred nine The Treasury of thoughts pure and sublime The Phoebe and the Phoenix of her time All these was shee yea more then these was shee But what shee was cleare Angels onely see For tongue or penne of Man cannot expresse Such bright unlimited existences Shee was shee is declind shee being gone The World that had two Sunnes hath now but one And we envelop'd in a night of sorrow In darkenesse mourne despairing of a morrow For who can be so rich of hope t' expect That Nature can her Parallel erect Since shee on her expended hath such store Of gifts that shee s become a bankrupt poore As when some wealthy Tradesman doth demise The summe of all his richest merchandise In a faire vessell to the fickle seas Hoping to reape a plentifull encrease By this adventure but the Winds conspire With froward Neptune to crosse his desire And ruine all his hopes for in one houre The greedy Ocean doth his goods devoure So our rich Argosie which fraighted was Not with Tobacco Indico nor glasse But with pearles gemmes gold amber spiceries Arabian gummes and what the treasuries Of the two Indies could afford is lost Her faire carine's wrack'd on the shelvy coast Of fraile mortality The Grave hath wonne Natures chiefe jewell and the World 's undone The golden chaine of causes is dissolv'd And Chaos that so long hath beene involv'd In the unseene abysse attempts to rise And make both Orbes and Elements his prize The Worlds soule 's fled the exit of her breath Threatens I feare an universall death For in her fate all vertues did decline All beauties were eclipst and ceast to shine But if true honour shall her end survive If reall worth shall in her absence thrive Posterity shall her example praise For such great benefits numbring those dayes Which shee spent here on earth with pebbles white Princes shall trophyes reare and Poets write Striving to make her name last with her blisse And raise her fame as high as now shee is As the Pantarba brightet of all gemmes Doth darkest nights enlighten with her beames And by a hidden sympathy attract Adjacent stones in heapes together packt But Nature least a jewell so renown'd Should lose esteeme by being often found Hath in the bowels of the center hid This pretious secret and decreede beside That being found it soone againe is lost If not preserv'd with wondrous care and cost So our bright Goddesse whose resplendent worth That in this night of vice did rayes send forth Of sanctity divine drawing all hearts To honour and adore so high deserts Was soone snatch'd hence yet not through our neglect Or want of due obsequious respect But rather 'cause Heaven thought the world unfit For such a gemme to be a Cabinet The Corall growing in the Ocean blew Wants hardnesse and retaines a pallid hue There churlish billowes oft the same doe daunt But when aire breathes upon this wat'ry plant It instantly becomes a crimson stone And many pretious properties puts on The Artist then it with pure mettall deckes For Infant Kings to weare about their neckes So pious soules that in the Ocean wide Of this tumult'ous universe abide No firme existence nor faire lustre have Tost to and fro by every adverse wave Of sorrowfull disasters but when Time Hath them advanc'd above the starres sublime Then consorts they become of Angels bright Adorn'd with golden crownes and vestures white Thus change of native soyle brings Soules to blisse A Wiseman much by travell betterd is But ye faire eyes like diamonds richly set On a white rosie circuled carkanet That late sweld up the streames of cristall Bure With your more cristall teares and rills more pure Forbeare to droppe those pearles lest your sad none Transforme your selves to starres and us to stone Thrice honoured Lady you that lately were The sweet associate of your Sister deare When ye like those auspicious lights did shine Which happy calmes to Mariners presigne Like Turtles chast or silver-brested Swannes Stroking the thinne ayre with their snowy fannes Ye late appear'd but cruell Death God wot With ruthlesse blade hath cut the Gordian knot Of your society Death onely could divide Such blessed bonds a league so strongly ty'd

Nor can expence of sorrowes finde redresse For this sad accident or make it lesse Griefes are no cures for ill 's and do arise From humane weaknesse not from reason wise When great Darius of his consort deare Deprived was by Atropos severe To griefe he renderd up his royall brest No solace would he take nor any rest Then grave Democritus inform'd the King That he from death to life his Queene would bring If he would grant him what he should entreat For the effecting of a worke so great Darius condescends and bids him aske What meanes he thought convenient for this taske Names of three Persons onely he requested That never had with sorrow beene molested For losses of a kinsman or a friend The King then did strict inquisition send Through all his Kingdomes to search out such men But when they could be no where found nor seene He found his errour and the fatall law Of unmov'd destinye and nature saw Hence tooke he comfort and with bounty high The Wiseman for his cure did gratifie Griefe is a passion and all passions must Confined be unto a measure just Lest they like swelling spring tides overthrow The bankes of Reason and the same oerflow Like Nilus they are not who rising high Presageth plenty and fertility Nor must they alway in their chanels runne Like him but suffer intermssion For sorrow that is never spent or done Flowes like th' infernall River Acheron And they who with perpetuall grones expresse Their passions for a friend gone hence in peace Like croaking frogs in muddy styxe become While the bewail'd enjoyes Elysium Iove on a time the Goddesses did call To an assembly where among them all He dignities and honours did impart Well corresponding with each ones desart Too late Dame-Sorrow to this meeting came Whom Iove for tardinesse did justly blame For he bestow'd had all his gifts before And had for her no honour left in store But shee importun'd him for to conferre Some favour or gratuity on her He having nothing else unto her lent The teares and plaints which are at fun'rals spent Now as each Goddesse loves those persons well Whose sweete oblations shee is wont to smell So if to sorrow we shall often bring Sad sighes and mourning for an offering Shee never will forsake us But if we Neglect her humble votaries to be Withdrawing those sad dueties shee requires Like one despised shee soone from us retires If teares concern'd the good of soules deceast Of if they could adde ought unto their rest I should turne Heraclitus and lament Vntill my eyes had all that moisture spent Which from the braine they take this being done They should dissolve themselves and in teares runne Expending in an office so divine Both humours aqueous and christalline But since that teares on such occasions shed Nor benefit the living nor the dead Let us them for a better end reserve They rightly us'd for pretious balmes may serve Nor do I Stoicall paradoxes hold For they deliver that no Wiseman should Give way to griefes I rather thinke it fitter That none should drinke too deepe of cups so bitter But never did excessive sorrowes merit Such liberty and freedome to inherit As lately when shee left our horizon Whose presence made our age a golden one Honour Griefe Ioy shall never cease t' expresse Her Vertue Death and present happinesse And if that Reason shall prohibite all Immod'rate teares for such a funerall The Nights shall mourne in blackes and Mornes shall weepe Vntill Calista wakes from her last sleepe Eleg. 2. REtreate sad passions to your chanels now Let sorrowes inundations cease to flow Griefes which distinguish Mortals from the Gods Ought to be limited with periods Lest action by such torrents overborne Should vertue leave abandon'd to the scorne Of faithlesse Fortune her undoubted slave Then cease ye weeping Hyades to lave That marble shrine wherein those reliques lye Which whilome harbour'd such nobility That all our teares shed there though we were sure We could droppe richest pearles or amber pure Were to be valu'd or esteemd no more Then if a cisterne small should spend his store To gratifie the swelling Ocean No more then if fond Time should lend a spanne Of his finite dimension to supply The wants of infinite Eternity Her worth was so sublime so cleare so full That humane intellects prove weake and dull While they the same contemplate wanting might Like bastard Eaglets to behold such light The Caspian-seas stand mur'd in hilly bounds Yea Neptunes Empire airye Iove surrounds A lucide Orbe of fire doth these enfold The Heav'ns about the Elements are roul'd Heav'ns are invovl'd with Heav'ns the stars decline Vnto their periods Time and Place confine This great magnificence of Natures store But Shee whose early absence we deplore Surmounts all these immensities as farre As doth the largest sphere the smallest starre I injure her I feare while I compare Those things which fraile and transitory are With that immortall unimagin'd blisse Which crownes her in her Apotheosis Then stoope my Muse from that celestiall place Whose radiant lustre and translucent grace Those crowned Candidates can onely gust Who have put off their mourning weedes of dust Like that faire Bird in snowy plumage drest Which silver Po doth plow with his soft brest Singing his requiem to the sighing streame So let my Muse assume the stately theme Of true nobility and reall worth While shee in buskin'd straine strives to set forth True honour to the life list to my song Yee that have soules to you these Odes belong If Men will not give eare then Rockes and Trees Shall conge's give and echo plaudit'es While I of her doe sing for vertues fire Doth animate more bodies then the Lyre Of Orpheus could her pure celestiall heate Invites the God's themselves with Men to treat Vertue alone is to be valu'd more Then many painted scutchions or a score Of swelling titles for numerous descents And titles be but her gay ornaments It argues but a spirit dull and cold To summon monuments and statues old For proofe to gentry or a name to reare On what the wormes have left as if we were Devoide of arts and hearts whereby to merit That praise and bayes which vertue should inherit And must become beholding unto stones For all our stiles and reputations But where illust'rous ancestry we finde Annexed unto an honourable minde Nobility there shines like Luna bright With orbed face 'mongst starres of lesser light As ciphers by themselves no summes designe But if with figures ye the same combine Large numbers they compose so ancestry For nothing stands if vertue be not by What neede I thus expatiate or search through The golden grove of ethickes for to show A definition or a character Of this heroicall habite since in her Of whom I sing nobility did shine With such pellucid rayes and beames divine That it essentiall seem'd and not acquir'd Not accidentall but from heav'n inspir'd Heav'n lent her