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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A87057	Poems. By W.H.	Hammond, William, b. 1614.	1655 (1655)	Wing H626; Thomason E1604_1; ESTC R208440	19,703	87

there are whose breath is onely sighes Who weep their own in others obsequies But in the reason like the Sun at noon Dispells usurping clouds of Passion Where feminine defects are wanting there All Femininee xcuses wanting are Think not since vertue then above them reares A womans name can priviledge thy teares Fortune materiall things onely controwles But doth her selfe pay homage unto soules There hath no power can do no injurie The Pavement where the stars their dances form By their own Musick is above all storme For Meteors but imperfect mixtures are In the raw bosome of distemperd aire Then let thy soule shine in her Christall spheare They 're Comets in the troubled air appear To the same The Reasons IS it because he died or that his yeares Not many were that causeth all these teares If for the first you should have alwayes wept Even in his life from first acquaintance kept Sorrow awake for that you know his Fate Prefixed had a necessary date How unadvisedly do you lament Because things mortall are not permanent Or is 't because he ere his aged Snow Or Autume came was ravishd from the bough Ask but the sacred Oracle you there Shall find untimely deaths no windfall are The grand example Miracle of good In vertue onely old slain in the bud Newly disclosing man It were a shame To wish then that of his a longer flame Who would not dy before subdued by age That Conquest oft Fortune pursues with rage Or sin in that advantage wounds him worse To wish him long life then had been a curse To the same The Teares YOu moderne wits who call this world a star Who say the other planets too worlds are And that the spots that in the midstar found Are to the people there Ilands and ground And that the water which surrounds the Earth Reflects to each and gives their shining birth The brightnesse of these teares had you but seen Faln from her eyes no argument had been To contradict that water here displayes To them as they to us siderious rayes Her Teares have then the stars a better right And a more clear propriety to light For stars receive their borrowd beames from far These bring their own along with them and are Born in the sphear of light Others may blind Themselves with weeping much because they spend The brightnesse of their eyes upon their teares But hers are inexhaustible she spares Beames to her teares as Tapers lend their light And should excesse of teares rob her of sight Two of these moist sparks might restore't our eyes An humour watry chrystalline comprise Why may not then two christall drops restore That sight a Christall humour gave before Love dewes his locks here woes each drop to fall A pupill in his eye and sight recall And I hope fortune passing through this rain Will at last see to recompence her pain On the death of my much honourd Vncle Mr. G. Sandys PArdon great Soul if duty grounded on Bloud and affections firm devotion Force my weak muse to sacriledge and by Short-payment rob thy sacred memory To be thy wits Executor though I No title have yet a small Legacy Fitting my small reception didst thou leave Which from thy learned works I did receive I should then prove unthankfull to deny Some spices to embalm that memory Whose Soul and better part thy lines alone Establish in Eternity's bright throne Our humble art the body of thy fame Onely to Memphian mummie tries to frame Which though a swarthy drynesse it puts on Is raised yet above corruption A Tomb of rarest art Magnificent As ' ere the East did to thy eyes present Erected by great Falklands learned hands To thee alive in his eloqiums stands Thy body we are onely then t' interre And to those matchlesse Epitaphs refer The hasty passenger that cannot stay To heare thy larger Muse her worth display Unlesse unto the Croud about the Hearse Those busy Sons of sense I shall rehearse What worth in thy material part did dwell And at the funerall thy Scutcheons spell Declare the extraction of thy noble line What graces from all parts of thee did shine That age thy sense did not at seventy cloud And thee a youth all then but death allow'd As for thy Soul if any do enquire T is making Anthems in the heavenly Quire Epitaph on Sir R. D. HEre lies the pattern of good men Heaven and Earths lov'd Citizen The Worlds faint wishes scarse can reach The good he did by action teach So hating semblence that his mind Left her deportment still behind That he far better was then ere Unto the worlds eye did appeare The poor can witnesse this who cry Aloud their losse his Charity The same and feeble now must creep To shew their crutch is laid asleep His Houshold Servants Tenants all Weep here their Fathers Funeral The war that gorg'd on his Estate His Table never could abate If ever he unjust was known 'T was in receding from his own Exchanging what with trouble he Might save to keep tranquilitie His host of vertues struck such feare Into his foes they did not dare To lay on his that penalty They did on others Loyalty Which bore with him as high a rate As those who bought it with their ' state Prudence and Innocence had made A league no harm should him invade Peacefull amidst the wars his life As in the Elementall strife Of bodys that are temperd well Harmonious Soules at quiet dwell When the worst humour had prevaild Upon the State his vita●ls faild To shew this feeling members health Was wrapt up in the Common-wealth Grace Compar'd to the Sun GRace as the Sun incessantly its light Dilates upon the Vniversall face Pagans that sit in Antipodian night Tast by reflex of reason beames of grace Their sickly planet Queen of night not sleep Her wakefull eye in the Suns beames may steep Grace is the Soules Soul the informing part Reason like Phosphere ushers in the day But the terene affections of the heart Repell which Pharean clouds this sacred ray Internall as externall night alone Springs from the Earths interposition Goodnesse is priz'd by her own latitude The Persian wisest of Idolaters Adores the Sun as the most common good From whose balm Natures hand nothing interrs Worse then the Caliph is that votary Who worships a lesse loving deity The Sun would raise this Globe to nobler birth Transforming into Gold each minerall But in disposure of the Stubbourn Earth Renders his vertue ineffectuall Thus grace endeavours all to sublimate Then blame thy selfe if not regenerate Vpon the Nativity of our saviour and Sacrament then received SEe from his watry Tropick how the Sun Approacheth by a double motion The same flight tending to the western seas Wheeles Northward by insensible degrees So this blest day beares to our Intellect As its bright fire a duplycate respect None but a two-fac'd Janus can be guest And fit himselfe unto this double feast That must before joyntly the Manger see And view behind the execrable Tree Here the blest Virgins living milk and there The fatall streames of the Sons bloud appear Crowns at his tender feet in Bethlem ly Thorns bind his manly browes in Calvary Th' ashamed Sun from this his light withdrew A new born star the other joy'd to shew To furnish out this feast lo in the pot Death here consults the salting Antidot But least the sad allay should interfer And corrupt this days smile into a tear This very death makes up a fuller mirth Bequeathing to the worthy Guest new birth As to the mystick head beseemingly So to each member gives Nativity The difference onely this the deitie Born to our flesh into his Spirit we FINIS