they would have also the same passions They would after our womanish custome lament their untimely death who die before noon esteeme them happy that live till the evening and yet bewaile them too who depart at night Our fond whining were seasonable and to purpose if it could prevent the death of our friends or call them from the dead but it savours of a vain foolish arrogant ambition to desire they should be privileged and exempted from the fatall common condition of Mankinde since wee cannot be ignorant that God hath set down a period beyond which Nature her self shal not passe Nothing representeth better to us this world then a theater wheron one acts a King another a Lord a third a Magistrate others again play the base servil parts of fools messengers mutes Some of them stay stare strut look big a long time on the Stage others only shew themselvs without speaking one word as soon as they come on go off againe to conclude all have their Exits So we poore Mortals who are sent by our provident omnipotent Creator into this world to undergo several charges some wherof are honorable some ignominious have al an egresse out of this life aswel as an ingresse allotted us Some a long time be at this earthly Stage with the Majestie of a Tragedian others are fools sneak up down to the laughter of all men others again lie manacled bed-rid or which is the worst of Fates distracted Some no sooner enter but they go out again as did that child in the besieged depopulated desolate town of Saguntum who by an instinct of Nature no sooner put his head out of his Mothers wombe but he pull'd it in again as divining the approching destruction of his Citie and himself To continue the similitude As hee who acted an Emperor the Play once done is no better then he who represented a slave so the Grave as Horace saith equals all the King the Beggar Pertinently to this S. Ambrose We are born naked saith he and die naked there is no difference between the carcasses of the rich and the poore save that the former stinke worse through a repletion with excrements which surfets of delicious fare have left behinde This world is Deaths region about it as a triumpher over all flesh he rides his circuit Since then his cōming is so necessary so inevitable whether he comes in the dawne the noon or twilight of life let us bid him welcome What should hinder us to doe so I cannot tell since as there is no ship but in one Voyage or other dasheth not against some hidden rock or shelf so the most happy life is not free from infinite crosses and disasters Yet though every man knows the inconveniences perils of this life saith S. Austin and that he must once die yet all men seeke to shun and defer the houre of death not onely the heathen but they to who believe the resurrection of the body and the life everlasting To our reproch the holy Father spake this for though it be no shame for a Gentile to fear death whose onely scope of life is to see and be seen to know be known yet to a Christian it is whose aime and desire should be not onely to serve God faithfully here but also to raigne gloriously with him hereafter What is necessarily to be done a wiseman does voluntarily let us not therefore with the foolish Tyrant in Lucian either with tears prayers or bribes vainly think to perswade inexorable Death but wisely consider that wee are neither the first nor the last All have gone before and must follow us Nay not a man dies that hath not at the same time many to accompany him who arrive at the house of Death by severall waies Life is a due debt to God and Nature as long as we have it we enjoy a benefit when wee are deprived of it wee have no wrong Let us then daily render it backe to him that gave it since hee is a bad debtour who unwillingly payes As a Souldier the signe once given readily obeyes the command of his Generall and armed at all poynts followes him through all Dangers and faceth Death himselfe so must we chearefully observe the very Beck of our Heavenly Commander and through all miseries and destruction it selfe make our way to him Death should be no longer formidable to us since our Redeemer hath taken out his sting and hee is now no other then an old toothlesse Dragon It is a foolish thing to delight in sleep and abhorre Death sleepe being onely a continuall imitation of it Hee that seriously contemplates the priviledges and advantages that accompany a Christian Death will be in love with it It is the Refuge of the afflicted and the end of all earthly evils It takes not life from us but presents it to the custodie of Eternity It is not an end but an intermittance of life nor no longer a punishment but a Tribute and we are gainers by it As he who hath a long time layne in a darke dungeon is beyond imagination joyfull when he comes to the light so the soule when shee is freed from the vapours and clouds in which the flesh involv'd her is ravish'd with delight While shee is yet in the body though her ambition reach at Heaven yet is shee still clogg'd with that heavy masse of earth and cannot so nimbly and nobly operate as she would She may fitly be call'd the Guest and the Body the Host that makes her pay dearly for her clayie lodging For if a Magistrate be vexed and busied to subdue and pacifie the Rebels of a seditious Citie needs must the soule be troubled and afflicted who hath a harder office assign'd her which is to bridle and restrain the vitious inordinate dissolute affections which are inseparable adjuncts to her while shee hath a conjunction with the body The prerogatives of Death being so many and so certaine let us no longer condole the decease of this our compleatly noble Friend but congratulate his happy departure hence and his safe arrivall in the Imperiall Heaven When Proculus Iulius had reported to the Romans that hee had seene Romulus and that assuredly hee was a God a Wonder it was saith Livie how much they gave credit to this Tale and how greatly the misse of Romulus both amongst the Commons and Souldiers was by this beliefe of his Immortalitie digested Much more should our sorrow be mittigated by the confidence we have that this our blessed Friends soule is ascended to him from whom it descended When Brasse or Gold is melted to make the Statue of some great deserving Man wee say not that the Mettall is lost but dignified In like case when a Body is turn'd into its first Principles Dust and Ashes wee who have an eye to the glorious Resurrection of it thinke not it is utterly ruin'd but dissolv'd to be refin'd As in the Eclipse of the
that in estimable Diamond is set in Honour as it is in you Madam that should I round the World in your Ladiships service I should esteeme it a Voyage far short of Your Merit and my Duty and that I should not thinke the highest Title Imagination can reare a greater addition to me than is the submissive stile of Your Ladyships most humble loyall Servant ANTHONY STAFFORD To the noble Reader IT hath beene the manner of Ancient Times to commend their Dead rather to testifie a good affection to bewaile their losse and to hold out the Lampe of their vertuous Lives to others left behind then to gratifie the deceased Thus David commended Saul and Abner Elizaeus Elias and Nazianzen Bazill Ber bewailed Malachie complaining that his very bowels were pulled from him And J may truly averre that Death tore out my Heart when hee bereft me of that sweetest Lord of whose rare Gifts and Graces this ensuing Discourse is composed That I deferr'd till now to doe him this right and to administer comfort to his vertuous Mother and the rest of his Noble and deare Friends who still keepe warme his Ashes with their Teares was for a wise consideration no base neglect A green wound abhorres the hand of the Surgeon which after it patiently endures nay longingly expects Jn like case the Griefs of the minde being newly entred are not easily expelled but at first reiect all consolation given them whereas afterward they become obedient to Reason and readily admit of those Remedies which at first they refused There are so many reasons comprehended in this following Treatise why his Friends should not grieve too immoderately for him that I will onely here adde this that they should not too violently lament his departure out of a World where Vice is naturall Vertue but counterfeited or at the best well acted Here wee discover her but through a Cloud Let them apply that usuall saying of the Rabbies to their sad soules The godly even in their Death are alive but the wicked in their Life are dead Jf a Heathen could boldly averre Nunc Epaminondas vester nascitur quiasic moritur In so dying your Epaminondas is now reborne may not we with greater confidence affirme the same of him Thus much of the excellent subiect now to the Worke it selfe Jn this Age fertile in Coriats barren of Sydneys and Raleighs that Booke must come into the World with a good Angell to defend it that escapes the severe censures of malevolent spirits with whom it is a wicked custome to damne by Tradition and traduce Authours before they peruse them As Cankers commonly cleave to those Roses which are best grown and spread So these envious Detractours commonly fasten their venemâ—us Teeth on Works to which Fame promiseth Eternitie This ought not to deterre Good and Knowing Men from publishing their Labours who herein should imitate the Sunne which though the Atheist and the Jmpious are unworthy of his Light shines forth still and with his Beames glads the Earth and all the Movers on it The onely Recompence J desire of my ingenious Readers is that they would vouchsafe not to reade this Treatise out but that they would be pleased in imitation of the Sortes Virgilianae to take the Staffordian Lot that is to practise in their lives the first Page Chance shall direct them to in the opening of it since there is not one in this Worke which containes not some lovely Vertue or other of that deare Lord deceased by enlarging of whose Fame J have taken the Advantage to render my owne lesse obscure This small favour J hope my Noble Readers will not denie their Servant A. S. Imprimatur Samuel Baker August 9. 1639. HONOVR AND VERTUE Triumphing over the Grave Or the life of the late Lord Stafford NOne of Wisdomes Children will either despaire or be confident of any thing in this inferiour World all things are subject to such a strange Revolution Wee often see the money destined to set out a Triumph imployed in furnishing a Funerall and the purple together with these great preparations turned into Balmes Blackes and Cypresse Pluto sometimes snatcheth Hymens Torch out of his hand and leads the new linked couple from the Bridall Bed into his solitary Vault Nay it hath been recorded that an Execution hath bin chang'd into a Coronation and a Scaffold built for a Delinquency hath become a Throne of Glory Wee have many certain signes of Danger and Sicknesse none of Security there being in one part or other daily examples of men that die singing laughing eating and drinking The strongest Humane Fabricke Nature ever built a crumme going down awry destroyes Force and Chance take away the Yong and Maturity the Old Nothing visible that is not mortall no Object hath sense lesse fading then itselfe The generall Tide washeth all passengers to the same shore some sooner some later but all at the last Every man must take his course when it comes never fearing a thing so necessary yet alwayes expecting a thing so uncertaine Our Intemperancy prepares a Feast for Death and is therefore called the Mother of Physicians This goodly Tree of Life is surcharg'd with Fruit some fall by clusters some single all once Every thing riseth with the Condition of a Fall and all Encreases have their Diminutions This is the firme Bond that compasseth and girdeth fast the Bundle of Mortalitie Dust thou art and to dust thou shalt returne That all this is true the Noble Subject of this Book is a faire yet sad Example much to be lamented because much to be admir'd of whom somthing I must speak though it come as short of his inestimable Worth as I doe of an accomplish'd Oratour And here I must crave pardon of the judicious Reader if I draw not his perfections to the life My Apologie may be a just complaint that my stile is fetter'd by the idle Censures of Schismaticall Fools whose purblinde souls cannot discerne betweene a fawning Flattery and a due prayse who have hardly language good enough to make themselves understood much lesse to perswade others except it be never to read them againe I could without the aide of any Rhetoricke at all pen one of their dimme foggy Lines wherein there is nothing considerable that I would not reduce into a poesie for a Ring so that they might weare their own story on what finger they please But there are more then humane helps required to give a Heröe his true Character whose magnanimous soule harbours not a thought small enough to enter into their narrow passive brains As in the Ancient Sacrifices it was not lawfull to kindle the Altars of the Gods with any materiall common Fire but with the pure Rayes of the glorious Sun So a divine flame is required to illuminate that Spirit which undertakes to characterise the soules of great and eminent Men I confesse freely the the wings of my invention flag and are not able to beare her to the Summity of her
and observation of all the writings and actions of the wise In his conversation he ever applyed himselfe to those who had deservedly gain'd a fame in good Letters or had acquir'd wisedome by Experience whose sage precepts and admonitions hee as greedily dranke in as a thirsty Traveller doth Water from a cleare fountaine These he made the mirrour wherein he daily dress'd and compos'd his mind which was a Paradise into which the Serpent never enter'd but he receiv'd a suddaine repulse Two times especially hee made choyse of to prepare and examine himself the Morning the Evening In the first he forecast what was that day to bee done in the later he cald to minde what that day he had done To doe good was his fixed resolution and when he had the power to doe harme like the true sonne of Prudency he never had the will wheras the Nature of a foole is when he hath not the ability then to have the will to doe mischiefe This Vertue was defused cleane through all his endeavours nay through his very habit gesture and discourse which were neither too mimical too anticke nor too grave but sutable to the modesty required in so greene an Age Impudency which Politicians prophanely call the gift of God he hated so in others that hee never gave it countenance nor harbour himselfe In his Discourse he warily proportion'd his words to the bignesse of the subject he spake of in imitation of a Mariner that fits his Sayles to the smalnesse or vastnesse of his Vessell As slender men lightly weare their cloaths loose and large a little to augment their bulke so small wits who want matter enlarge themselves in words whereas indeed that speech is best which comprehends most sence in fewest words as wee esteeme that Coyne most which in a small compasse includes a great value Hee was not hasty to speak or in speaking but in both prudently observ'd a decency He was very carefull not onely what he vented but what hee heard that it relished not of Immodesty Levity or Vice for he held that what ever it was a villany to act it was also a villany to harken to Hee talked alwayes opportunely and appositively never above his knowledge He derided those who with a great dinne utter'd nothing but high profound Non-sence resembling in that the Cypresse trees which are great and tall but beare no fruit A visit given to a wise but sick man by one of these babling curious impertinents afflicts him more than his disease His owne secrets those of his friends or of the state he neither reveal'd nor pryed into for he was sure he could at any time speake what he had conceal'd but he could not conceale what he had once spoken En la boca serada moxca no entra sayes the Spanish Proverbe Into a mouth closed a Flie never enters Hee had happily read or heard that Anacharsis the Philosopher was accustomed to sleep with his right hand on his mouth and his left on his secrets being of opinion that the Tongue more than Concupiscence needed a bridle Not to be tedious I may boldly because truely averre that Prudency was the generall of his Demeanour Speech and Actions and gave to all of them a Wise and safe Conduct You see pious Reader what embellishment what Ornaments his Life like a sparkling Jewell was set with and I imagine you cannot believe so faire a beginning could have a foule end You cannot surely be at once so stupid and uncharitable If you can you shall quickly be convinc'd of your Errour and shall see this Sun-set with the same glory in which he rose First in his sicknesse that led to his death he made use of his patience a Vertue which miraculously overcomes by yielding As he would not shunne his death so he would not hasten it but used all lawfull and possible meanes to prevent it no otherwise than the Master of a Ship who when the sayles are rent asunder the Mast cut downe by the boarde and a Leake sprung in the ship yet still labours for life and leaves no way unsought to preserve it But when hee saw his inconstant Mistresse Nature ready to abandon him and that as well Necessity forced as God cald him hence then selfe-love the Lifes Jaylour could no longer with-hold him from readily running into the Armes of Death who he knew would soone usher him into the imbraces of his Saviour He beheld Death no otherwise then a Pilot does the Winds and the Sayles that will bring him to his desired Haven He endured the terrible approach and the furious assaults of Death with so undaunted a resolution of a man and so firme unmoved a beliefe of a Christian that he became at once a pleasing and sad spectacle to his friends who believed he could not so patiently undergoe such paine and torments without the extraordinary assistance of some Beatificall vision We see many in the darke are afraid of every thing but the comfortable light expells all feare so it is for those who are blinded with the Mist Atheisme and Impiety have cast before their eyes to doubt and tremble security becomes such as live and dye in the true Light and are illustrated with the beames of Gods favour as was this Patient of Heaven who not being curable here was thither to be translated Before the comming of the Holy Ghost upon the Apostles they feared Death and forsooke their Lord but when they were once illuminated from above they undauntedly appear'd before Tyrants and constantly suffer'd Martyrdome Having sent his desires long before to cast Anchor in Heaven hee longingly expected his owne passage with a calme patient and contented minde wherein no distemper ever stay'd but as an unwelcome stranger At length when he perceived all his senses were ready to forsake him being innocently ambitious to retaine to the last his knowledge of all things he suddainly by a holy Art drew the vastnesse of his memory into a Compendium and remembred God onely in whom are all things in whose Fatherly eternall protection we confident and submissively leave him In this bud of Honour two things are deservedly to be lamented First that it dyed under the hand of a Royall Gardner who meant to underprop and cherish it Secondly that it so soone faded All men will confesse his infortunity was great in departing this life in the Reigne of a Prince great in the Union of the Roses greater in that of the Lawrells but greatest of all in the love of his people He knowes full well that full ill it went with man-kind if the Almighty Maker of all things should confine his favour to one onely and neglect the rest of Humanity and therefore as a god on earth in imitation of of the Heavenly distributes his favours amongst all his subjects but not eodem gradu because they are not ejusdem meriti Like the Sunne he strives to impart the light of his countenance to all
Sunne or Moone wee nothing at all wonder or grieve because wee know either Starre will reassume its former splendour So wee who are conscious of the divine promise of Immortality should undismay'd believe the death of this our honour'd friend no other then a passage to a better eternal life I wil conclude with this double consolation to all his Honourers First that hee died with that matchlesse comfort The love of all men and heard yet living the judgement men would passe on him dead and was as it were present with Posterity Secondly that whereas here hee ranne a perpetuall hazard in that hee carried a heavenly Treasure in an Earthy Vessell hee now lives in an unmoved Securitie and that Treasure is enclosed in a Magazine to which the Heavens are Walls and the Angels Warders It is now high time to cover this sweet beautifull issue who with the Rose and Violet is lay'd downe to sleepe in the Bosome of his first Mother the Earth and shal enjoy though it may be not so suddaine yet as certaine a Spring as they and which is more an everlasting FINIS ELEGIES VPON THE DEATH OF THE LAST LORD STAFFORD AS over-rich-men find it harder farre T' employ what they possess then poore men are Such is the state of those who write of thee Whilst in that larger field displaid they see All objects which may helpe invention in They know not where to end where to begin And as into this Labyrinth they fall Loth to omit the least praise lose them all Then whilst some stile thee with the glorious name Of lineall heire to Mighty Buckingham And tels the greatnesse of thy line that springs From such as could raise up and throw downe Kings I le not looke backe but with the Indians runne To meete and court thee as my rising Sunne My offrings to thy mem'ry shall be seene In telling what thou wert or wouldst have beene Why say I wouldst when the most jealous eye Could find no want though in thine infancy Which some say promist much this I disdaine For where the gifts are promises are vaine Since in this noble youth who did not see The old mans wisdome young mans industrie An humble Majesty that could tell how To scorne a league with pride yet make it bow Whose courage was not in extreames like ours With ebs and flowes causd by the passions powers But was a constant ever grafted love To blessed goodnesse and the powers above Who though he joyed in this fraile mortall life As one whose soule had felt no ingor'd strife Nor labour'd with impatient hast like some To breake their prison ere the freedome come Yet when the ever seeing power had found So faire a flowre planted in barren ground Whose glorious beauties which that frame inspir'd Were envyed more then followed or admir'd Resolv'd to take what he had onely lent As giving him reward us punishment Then death was welcome and he so resign'd Not feeling griefe to leave nor feare to find That such his parting was as might be said Whilst he staid here he liv'd not but obey'd That happy call which all cleare soules expect Whose doubtfull states are chang'd to be elect Let then such friends as mourne the sad decay Of his great house in him the onely stay Lift up their wondring eyes and for him looke In Angels Quires not in a Heralds Booke Yet though the roote be taken hence to plant Where heavenly moisture it can never want There yet remaines a branch shall ever shine Engrafted in the noble Howards line Iohn Beaumount Vpon the Death of the most hopefull the Lord STAFFORD MVst then our Loves be short still Must we choose Not to enjoy onely admire and loose Must Axioms hence grow sadly understood And we thus see 'T is dangerous to be good So Bookes begunne are broken off and we Receive a fragment for an History And as 't were present wealth what was but debt Lose that of which we were not Owners yet But as in bookes that want the closing line We onely can conjecture and repine So must we heere too onely grieve and guesse And by our fancy make what 's wanting lesse Thus when rich webs are left unfinished The Spider doth supply them with her thred For tell me what addition can be wrought To him whose Youth was even the bound of thought Whose buddings did deserve the Robe whiles we In smoothnesse did the deeds of wrinckles see When his state-nonage might have beene thought fit To breake the custome and allow'd to sit His actions veil'd his age and could not stay For that which we call ripenesse and just day Others may waite the staffe and the gray-haire And call that Wisedome which is onely Feare Christen a coldnesse temp'rance and then boast Full and Ripe Vertue when all action 's lost This is not to be noble but be slacke A Stafford ne're was good by th' Almanacke He who thus stayes the season and expects Doth not gaine habits but disguise defects Heere Nature outstrips Culture He came try'd Strait of himselfe at first not rectifi'd Manners so pleasing and so handsome cast That still that overcame that was shewne last All mindes were captiv'd thence as if 't had beene The same to him to have beene lov'd and seene Had he not bin snatchd thus what drive hearts now Into his nets would have driven Cities too For these his Essaies which began to win Were but bright sparkes which shew'd the Mine within Rude draughts unto the picture things we may Stile the first beames of the encreasing day Which did but onely great discoveries bring As outward coolenesse shewes the inward spring Nor were his actions to content the sight Like Artists Pieces plac'd in a good light That they might take at distance and obtrude Something unto the eye that might delude His deeds did all most perfect then appeare When you observ'd view'd close and did stand neere For could there ought else spring from him whose line From which he sprung was rule discipline Whose Vertues were as Bookes before him set So that they did instruct who did beget Taught thence not to be powerfull but know Shewing he was their blood by living so For whereas some are by their bigge lippe knowne Others b' imprinted burning swords were showne So they by great deeds are from which bright fame Engraves free reputation on their name These are their Native markes and it hath bin The Staffords lot to have their signes within And though this firme Hereditary good Might boasted be as flowing with the blood Yet he nere graspt this stay But as those who Carry perfumes about them still scarce doe Themselves perceive them though anothers sense Sucke in th' exhaling odours so he thence Ne'r did perceive he carry'd this good smell But made new still by doing himselfe well T' embalme him then is vaine where spreading fame Supplies the want of spices where the Name It selfe preserving may for Ointments passe And he still
sinking of a Line Move one yeares haste to sow in Hymen's bed Some seed which when thou ere mer't gathered In living buds might fresh and growing save The Grand-sire trunke from rotting in a grave But since the closing of thine eyes alone Wink's many glorious Tapers into none We waile thy death more thy Virginity We lose in that in this posterity Thy soule might still have liv'd in others breath Whose single life is now a numerous death Io. Castillion On the most immature Death of the late young Lord Stafford the last Baron of that Family WHat Nemesis what envious fate Still waites on those who antedate Their yeares by vertue and behind Cast slow pac't age with swiftest mind So 't is wise nature shortest day Allowes to things which post away The long liv'd Olive tree of peace And Lawrell slowly doe increase But the early pledge of Spring The Primrose soone is withering So Ceres oft with too much haste Her yellow dangling lockes doth waste And having rose too soone from bed Before night hangs her drowsie head O see what hopes which raisd were high To aggravate our misery Now blasted as a starre which shone New shot from Heaven are flit and gone Have you seene a Pine tree proud Her head invested in a cloud Which the fatall axe hath throwne Or the giddy whirlewind blowne Whilst th' Hamadryades with floods Of teares doe drowne their mournfull woods And Sylvan his espoused Queene Laments faire hopefull fresh and greene Have you seene a vessell trim Vpon the smiling Sea to swim Whose sayles doe gently swell with aire Of many a Merchants zealous prayer O never ship with greater pride Did on a watry mountaine ride But strait a blustring storme doth rise And dasheth her against the skies Then on a rocke her glory teares No shrikes nor cryes nor clamours heares Or have you seene but newly borne The rosy-finger'd fairest morne Whilest the sprightfull Satyres play And leape to see the golden ray But then a sullen cloud this light Turn's to a darke and dismall night These were Emblems of thy fall Noblest Stafford so I 'de call Vertue by this name she 's knowne And t is more proper then her owne But which deeper wounds with thee Dy'd thy stem and Baronie As that Nymph which by the Pine Liv'd and with the same doth life resigne When the Deluge did deface The booke of nature humane race Reprinted was and found supply From the floating Library But of Stafford w' have lost all Both transcript and originall Onely some margent notes are left To tel's of what we are bereft Here multa desunt which to fill Passeth the learned Criticks skill But as in ruin'd abbyes we Admire their faire deformity And doe build up thoughts from thence To reach the first magnificence So yet of Staffords house doe stand Some sacred reliques which command Our rev'rence and by these we see What was his noble Pedigree Whose earthly armes inter'd doe ly But soule plac't in th' aetheriall skie Shines with star-blaz'd nobility Charles Mason On the Death of the Right Honorable Lord the Lord STAFFORD being the last of that Noble Family VNseasonable Fate vexe not our sence With Balefull sorrowes due forty yeares hence Must Stafford needs expire at twenty foure Because in goodnesse onely he 's three score So have we seene the morning Sun to lay His glory downe and make a rainie day Trust me ye Destinies it was unjust So soone to lay his honour in the dust But we doe fixe our sorrowes as upon A private fate when 't is a publicke one And weepe alas as yet but with one eye If but for one we weepe why here doth lie Not my Lord onely but a Family No no! he 's but the Center-point from whence Our grones and sighes fetch their Circumference Here we must teach our eye to drop a teare Even for the losse of those who never were Griefes mysterie we must for those be sad Who lose a being which they never had Must ye your selves O Parcae women prove In that the greenest of our fruites ye loue Fruites which not cropt had thriv'd into a Tree Of a large branching Geneologie Ye might have seaz'd some puling witlesse Heire And made a younger Brother 't had beene faire And we had Praise and kist those bloody palmes Which in the killing this gave to'ther Almes But you will no such spotted sacrifice Such please not yet for such are in your eyes Are neither good for earth nor yet for Heaven Stafford must onely make your weeke-Bill even He 's good and therefore ripe thus still we finde That good wares first goe off bad stay behinde Will. Wallen Coll. Joan. Soc. Vpon the Death of the young Lord STAFFORD VNequall nature that dost load not paire Bodies with soules too great for them to beare As some put extracts that for soules may passe Still quickning where they are in frailer glasse Whose active gen'rous spirits scorne to live By such weake meanes and slight preservative So high-borne mindes whose dawning 's like the day In torrid climes cast forth a full noone-ray Whose vigorous brests inherit throng'd in one A race of soules by long succession And rise in their descents in whom we see Entirely summ'd a new borne Ancestry These soules of fire whose eager thoughts alone Create a feaver or consumption Orecharge their bodyes lab'ring in the strife To serve so quicke and more then mortall life Where every contemplation doth oppresse Like fits o' th Calenture and kils no lesse Goodnesse hath its extreames as well as sin And brings as vice death and diseases in This was thy fate great Staffords thy feirce speed T' outlive thy yeares to throng in every deed A masse of vertues hence thy minutes swell Not to a long life but long Chronicle Great name for that alone is left to be Call'd great and 't is no small Nobility To leave a name when we deplore the fall Of thy brave stem and in thee of them all Who dost this glory to thy race dispence Now knowne to Honour t' end with Innocence Me thinkes I see a sparke from thy dead eye Cast beames on thy deceast Nobility Witnesse those marble heads whom Westminster Adores perhaps without a nose or eare Are now twice raised from the dust and seeme New sculp't againe when thou art plac't by them When thou the last of that brave house deceast Hadst none to cry our Brother but the Priest And this true riddle is to ages sent Stafford is his Fore-father's Monument Richard Godfrey On the untimely Death of the Lord STAFFORD NOt to adorne his herse or give Him another age to live Need we to pretend at wit His worth hath intercepted it Whose every vertue doth require A Muse that onely can admire Death though he strove his utmost fear'd He could not take him unprepar'd H' had ripenesse in his Infancy And liv'd well in Epitomie Of what we hop'd in others he At th' same age had maturity
lesse infinite And man no more looke up since stars shine dim To vertues light and heaven was nigh in him Thy vertues growth hath our endeavours chid Wee le raise no Pile to thee great Pyramid B. Ollivier On the death of the Lord STAFFORD IF from thy Sacred Ashes did arise Another Phoenix breathing spiceries Such as thy blossomes did since funerall fire Refined in full age thine Honoured Sire In whom you both might seeme againe t' returne Our griefes had all beene buried in thy Vrne Nor vexe the quiet Muses for a Verse To be thy Off-spring or adorne thy Herse Who leav'st Succession unto none of thine And but in such liv'st in no other Line But now her selfe Nature begins to feare And startles to behold now here now there A family extinct which though she strive With all her Art and strength to keepe alive It vanisheth Great Stafford thou shalt be To Nature a sad instance and to me Lest by Inductions she her selfe might be Concluded in short time Vacuitie When the whole Fabricks into nothing hurld And the great fadeth as the lesser world Pillars of flesh not stones and Imagrie Preserve the dead in Living Memory The blossome cropt before 'ts growne to a Peare Is no more worth than if 't had ne're beene there Which grown might from its kernels have begun In other grounds a new Plantation The poore mans Only lamb should have bin spar'd It was his Onely One 's there no regard Of One and Onely One This One may grow In time into a number Whence may flow Succeeding Millions This One being lost The hopes of all futurity are crost Happy who first by his Victorious hand Won honour to his house whose Name did stand In the first front and after liv'd to see His sonnes continue his Nobilitie But he who ends his Honour and his Name In his sweete youth and early hopes when fame Is scarce upon the wing to tell the Earth His Ancestors his Honours and his birth Dies leaving teares his onely Legacie Which must be wept and payd from every eye This gives our teares new birth nor doth contract Our sad Laments onely into one Act Such as was thy appearance form'd of clay Array'd with and bereft of Honour in a day But will when ere we turne the booke of Fame Create new griefe when we shal read thy Name With this unhappie mention He dy'd Young And without issue Here doth end the Line Of th' Ancient Staffords Family Thus Time Becomes their Period also and the End Which should each action crowne to thee doth lend A double lesse in whose one death doe dye More than thy selfe Thy Auncient Family Tell me old Time Chiefe Register of Things Who writ'st the fates of Commons and of Kings Was not a Tribe once precious in the Eye Of the Almighty though once doom'd to dye And perish all yet some were left to be Preserv'd and raise up a new Progenie So lest no branch of David should be left To bud till Shiloh came Ioash by theft Escapes the bloody stroke onely this One Continues Kingdome and succession For one out of a numerous race to die We know is common when the race doth lie In One and that One leaves no one behind Besides a fruitlesse name Nature's unkind My owne Creation 's but a blisse begun Which is made perfect in succession E. Marow On the Death of the most Noble Lord STAFFORD IMpartiall Nature sham'st thou not that we Should ever brand thee thus with cruelty Must all feele the like death Must vertuous then Be subject to corruption like bad men Thus thou wouldst have it be but he whose breath Thou enviously hast stopt shall not know death He who by Children thou deni'dst should give A life to 's Name makes it himselfe to live He was borne Noble and his life did so Answer his birth that it was hard to know Which way he was most Noble which most good By his owne vertues or his Parents blood In him liv'd all his Ancestors his fall Proves not his onely but their funerall He was not his Stocks bare Epitomy Nor was he like but one o' th' Family He did resemble All What dyed in him Was seene againe reviv'd and live in him Life to the dead he gave And though a Son His Fathers Fathers Father was become And now he that was like his friends in all things tried To be more like 'hem and as they did dyed With him fals th' house of th' Staffords and t is well It might have longer stood not better fell R. Pul. Sacred to the Memory of the most Vertuous Edward Lord Stafford the last Baron of his Illustrious Family SO is the ancient Rocke that still sent forth Iewels of clearer light and constant worth By ruder hands still pillag'd of it's store Safe onely when they thought 't would yeild no more The Sun discov'ring a fresh drop of light That might contest with him and prove as bright Doth bid his beames that exudation steale Before the moisture into stone congeale So in the aged Rose tree whose buds were Such that we might affirme th'were stars grew there After it long had yeelded growing Fires Still snatch'd to seede the ravishers desires The cold doth kill that bud that last shoots forth And robs us of all hopes of afterworth Thus here the heat and there the frost doth more Spoile then the Robbers Fingers did before But we can pardon fate when that the crosse Extends it selfe unto no greater losse Then of a Gem or Flowre But when that hand Shall snatch such living Iewels let me stand Senselesse and stupid as that Rocke and be Wretched and fruitlesse as that wither'd tree Fancy a morne that promis'd all delight Day ere afforded yet unto the sight Clouded by suddaine darkenesse whiles the houres Were busie yet to dresse it with fresh flowres And you have fanci'd expectation Crost But not like that of him we now have lost Fancy a sparke that Time would soone have blowne Into a throng of flames that would have growne Vnto the pitch of lustre as it bore The Pyramid higher and fill'd more and more Dasht by a suddaine violent showre and then Know you are short of this as sparkes of men Witnesse thou Deity of my pensive Muse His Sacred soule that I no Art doe use To raise a noted griefe from fancy'd losse Making the teares when I have made the crosse Alas the causes are too just For where Hath Knowledge any glories that his cleare Mind did not reach at Where hath Action ought Of Fame and worth that he would not have sought No Flowre in all that Garden or in this That would not have been proud to be stil'd his Bays most retir'd from Light and Sun had beene By his search found and by his shewing seene For whereas others thinke high birth and blood Vertues entaild and all that 's well borne good Though he might boast in this an ample share As the world knowes Vertue and this Lord were As undivided still as Light and Heate That the Inherent Dowry he the seate Yet he nere would his Birth to Vertue swell But thought it onely might set Vertue well Made it the Ouch not Iewell and from thence Did raise new Titles of preheminence Thus each day added to him and we may Say if we view his mind he did die gray Nor let me suffer misbeliefe because You knew him yet not man by Time and Lawes Soules such as his sore and produce high things When others have as yet scarce hope of wings His Genius did rich glories then beget And shew when lower could not Bud as yet Thus Regions neare the Sun doe Fields afford Throng'd with the choysest Flowres and richly stor'd When the remoter places sleepe and show Onely a garment of benumming Snow When I consider all this snatcht I must Wish that my teares could animate his dust But being we cann't call backe lost good nor blesse Our selves with him reviv'd I here professe My brest his Marble and doe thence become Both the bewailer of him and the Tombe Anthony Stafford FINIS Where a worthy man of a faire Line is born and bred is necessary to be knowne it is here proved against all clownish Infidels that there is such a thing as a Gentleman Amongst all Nations the Dane is the greatest Adorer of Nobilitie A never fading Honour is not the gift of Fortune but of Vertue It is here proved by reason that Nobility depends not on the will of Fortune Nothing is more remote from the nature of true Nobility than an ancient stocke void of vertue It is here by example confirmed that Descent is no sound Argument of true Nobility Honour and Vertue conjoyned out-shine solitary Merit Arts Arms should be the study of the more Noble The Dukes of Buckingham have beene so great that Earles have bin Stewards of their Houses His pious Education Religion is to be suckt in with the milke His learned Education Though learning be not the Adaequate cause of Vertue it is the adjuvant Great men have declared themselves fautors of Learning Humillity extolled in it selfe and him Obedience commended in it selfe and him His obedience to his parents Two rare examples of filiall duty and pietie His obedience to his Tutors Charitie praised in it selfe and him His love to his Friends His curiositie in the choice of his friends A herd of Friends hee lov'd not His love to the poore His ready forgiving of injuries Valour magnified in it selfe and him All men admire few understand what valour is Two admirable signes of Cato's future valour discover'd in him yet a childe Temperancie extolled in it selfe and him Drunkennesse dispraised Gluttony reprehended Justice exalted in it selfe and him Two stupendious presidents of Justice Prudencie commended in it selfe and him His Death His Patience Two things to bee lamented in his Death His infortunity in dying so immaturely in the Reigne of so gracious a Prince The immaturity of his Death Brevity of life to be preferred before Longevity * Xerxes God hath set down a period beyond which Nature her selfe shall not passe This World compared to a Theatre Death to a Christian not a punishment but a tribute
acted against himselfe he could freely pardon but those which were directed against the Majesty and dignity of his Maker he could not endure In such a case a holy Fury becomes the Child of God It favour'd in his opinion of more piety and wisedome to overcome a slight injury that reached not to his Parentage or Religion with silence than with a tart replye having found in Story that small words have overthrowne great Cities No wrong being equall to that which is done with reproach and contumely in that to an Heroicke Spirit the losse of blood is not so grievous as that of Reputation We will now descend from the Divine to the Morall Vertues amongst which Valour according to the generall vulgar beliefe is the first required in a Lord or Cavallier Therefore the Poets feigne the god of Warre himselfe to bee borne in Thrace because the people of that Country are hardy and couragious This was to denote that Fortitude usuall resides amongst men of a generous and lofty straine whose Education leads them to knowledge in good Letters which at once informes them of the Renown of their Ancestors and that the image of Fame was ever placed before the Temple of Mars to intimate that the great exploits of daring and undaunted men are by her carried into every corner of the earth It will not bee amisse here to insert the judgements of the Fathers of the Church passed on this vertue St. Austin shall be the Chorus Qui vera virtuta fortis est nec temerè audet nec in inconsultè timet He who is truely valorous neither dares rashly nor feares unadvisedly That of St. Hierome deserves our observation Fortitudo via Regia est aqua declinat ad dextram qui temerarius est pertinax ad sinistram qui formodolosus est pavidus Fortitude is the Kings high way from which he swarves on the right hand who is foole hardy and obstinate He on the left hand who is cowardly and fearefull Wisely and pertinently Cassiodorus Vir vocatus a viribus qui nescit in adversis toleraÌ„do deficere aut in prosperis aliqua elatione se jactare sed animo stabili defixus et Coelestium rerum contemplatione firmatur manet semper in pavibus Man is so called from his strong and manly mind which knowes not how to faint in suffering adversity nor to boast insult in prosperity but fixed in a stable resolution and confirmed by the contemplation of heavenly things remayns evermore fearelesse The Heathens themselves differd not in opinion from these holy men as Cicero testifies in his Rhetoricks Sicut scientia remota justitia caliditas potius quà m sapientia appellanda est sic animus ad periculum paratus si sua cupiditate non aliena utilitate impellitur Temeritatis potius nomen habet quam Fortitudinis As Knowledge not accompanied with Justice is rather to be called Craft then Wisdome so a minde readie to encounter danger if it be driven thereunto by its owne desire and pleasure not the publick profit meriteth rather the name of Temerity then Valour In the same place hee thus defines Fortitude Fortitudo est immobilis inter adversa gloriosa animi claritudo res arduas pulchrè administrans quae nec adversis infestando frangitur nec prosperis blandiendo elevatur Fortitude is an unmoved glorious serenity of the mind fairly administring things difficult which is neither broken nor dejected with the frowns of Fortune nor puffed up with her smiles This Vertue is justly admir'd of all truly understood and practised but by a few Some think it valour to kill themselves some to injure and provoke others and almost all believe that a valiant man ought to feare nothing For the first that a man ought not to lay violent hands on himselfe all good Christians conclude Aristotle thus cryes this self-murther done Mollitudinis est laboriosa fugere It argues a man of Effeminacie to seek by Death to flie from the troubles and labours of this life This Philosopher and the Pythagoreans held that as a souldier ought not to leave his station without the command of his Generall So no man should dare to goe out of this life without the leave of God and Nature that gave it him Wee will therefore spare the proofe of a thing so universally granted by all Christians and many Philosophers But withall the strength of Divinity and Philosophy I shall never bee able to convince the greater part of Mankind of another errour almost as damnable as this and that is a foolish and pernicious Tenent that they may lawfully send Challenges and accept of them though the occasion of the quarrell be Wine Dice or prostituted Women Nay many a man is the Martyr of Temperancie and is kill'd because hee will not excessively drinke I knew two Gentlemen of great qualitie and little wit fall out in a Taverne upon a protestation of the greatnesse of their mutuall love each to other In this ardencie each strove for prioritie in affection One said Thou art dearer to me then I to thee whereupon the other replied with the Lie and was run thorough in the place where he stood Monsieur de la Noue a gâ—â—lant and learned French Captaine demonstrates the misery of these Duels upon slight occasions by an infortunitie that befell himselfe in the like case Hee being importun'd by a Gentleman of his Nation not Acquaintance to be his Second willingly and thankfully condiscended to his Request for indeed the French think themselves never so much honour'd as when their friends value them at so high a rate as to put their Honours and Lives into their custodie Well this brave Second associated his Principall into the Field where they were to fight two to two He no sooner arrived there but with grief and horrour hee beheld his neerest Kinsman and dearest friend hee had in the World ready to encounter him as being the opposite Second You may easily conceive what a combat there was in his noble brest betweene Honour and Affection but the former being a Tyrant quickly overcame and suppress'd the later and violently hal'd this great Commander to combate his Friend who there fell under his sword I will omit all other examples for all come short of this Non mediocris animi est fortitudo saith Saint Ambrose quae sola defendit ornamenta virtutum omnium Fortitude beares no meane dejected minde which alone defends the Graces and Ornaments of all the other Vertues Sure I am the most part of our Gentry put it to a cleane contrary use and exercise it onely in the defence of Vice and her deformed Litter These silly brothers of the Sword either by the force of Drinke Fury or Ignorance are rendred as stupid as the Natives of Barbary are with the excessive eating of Opium which hurries them into Quarrels that Grace and Nature both tremble at The Spartans ever before a battaile tempered and allaid the choler of
and whither his beames cannot reach thither his warmth extends Though all cannot enjoy the honour of his presence all are sharers in the comfort of his benefits We are not more happy in living than this brave deceased Lord was unfortunate in immaturely dying under so gratious a King diligent in the search after desert and magnificent in rewarding it who in all probability upon a proofe made of his faith and merit might in him have raised his whilome great House to that Height from which Tyranny unmercifully threw it downe I say to the same Height not the same Titles As concerning the immaturity of his Death I willingly acknowledge the suddaine unexpectted deprivation of one so deare and so hopefull must needs be bitter and grievous to all those whom blood friendship or acquaintance had link'd to him Yet ought they not to grieve immoderately the sorrow of a Christian being by Christ himselfe bounded and confin'd Wee may deplore the absence of our departed friends but we must not too much bewayle their deaths because they are with God As not to feele sorrow in sad chances is to want sence so not to beare it with moderation is to lack understanding since it is fit that griefe should rather bewray a tender then a dejected minde The effects of our sorrow must not too long out-live the cause We moysten not the earth with pretious Waters they were distill'd for nobler ends either by their Odour to delight us or by their operation to preserve our health Our Teares are Waters of too high a price to be prodigally powred into the dust of any Graves But we unwisely court sorrow and as a Lover alwaies espyes something in his Mistris that in his opinion exalts her above her Sexe so wee labour to finde out causes for our excessive griefe and to prove our present losse unequall'd though indeed it have many paralells As the light handling of a Nettle makes it sting us but the hard griping of it prevents that harme so wee should not stroke and cherish our griefes but out of Divinity and Humanity compose a probe that may search them to the quicke Hee who heateth an Iron takes it not out by that part which the fire hath enflamed but by that end which remained without Nor should wee take our afflictions by the wrong end but if wee can finde any comfort to arise from them wee should discreetly lay hold on that Hee who comes into a Rosary findes every Rose guarded with innumerable Thorns yet he warily gathers the one without being pricked by the other The most bitter accident hath a graine of sweetnesse and Consolation in it which a wise man extracts and leaves the Gall behind To apply this out of the subitary death of this Noble Gentleman wee may cull many comforts True it is that Death is sayd to kill the old by Maturity and the young by Treachery and that unripe untimely ends are by all extreamly pittied but if we will harken to Reason issuing out of the mouths of the most profound Philosophers she will tell us that brevity of Life is to be preferred before longevity If we will give beliefe to Seneca he will assure us that Nature never bestowed a greater Benefit on man than shortnesse of Life it being so full of Cares Feares Dangers and Miseries that Death is become the Common wish of all men afflicted He who dyes soone should no more complaine than he whose Navigation in a rough troubled sea is quickly ended We account not those the best trees that have withstood the rage of many Winters but those who in the least time have borne the most fruit Not hee who playes longest but sweetliest on an Instrument is to bee Commended Compared with Eternity the longest and the shortest Life differ not Life is not a constant Fountaine but a fickle Floud that quickly rises and as suddainly falls Some have compared life to a Bird in a Childes hand which sometimes flies away before hee can well fasten his hold on it By the vertue of that Organ wherewith wee first behold the shine of the sun by the defect of the same we are brought into the darknesse and shadow of death It is so it is so Hee that built this faire Fabricke would have nothing stable and permanent in it but himselfe This goodly rationall subtle creature Man above the Stars themselves and next to God himselfe in Dignity able to penetrate into the deepest secrets of Nature to observe the motions of the heavens to compasse both heaven and Earth in a thought is onely immortall here below by succession Generation being as restlesse as corruption The mistocles rightly affirmes that no creature is so miserable as Man in that none but he knows the use of life yet when with great studie and industry hee hath attain'd to that knowledge he is by death depriv'd both of life and it together Age brings to us experience in one hand and Death in the other Iust were the teares and sweet was the Humanity saith Pliny of that Royall and youthful * Graecian who wept to thinke that not one of that glorious immense Army hee then commanded should survive one Age Such a gentle commiseration of humane frailty made Anselme thus cry out O durus Casus Heu quid perdit homo quid invenit perdi dit beat itudinem ad quam factus est invenit mortem ad quam factus non est O hard hap Alas What did man lose What did he finde Hee lost the blessednesse to which he was made and found death to which he was not made Shal then the valiant the learned have a harder fate then fools in so soon parting with those Crownes which Mars and Apollo have placed on their heads shall they so suddenly be deprived of the comfort of that faire Fame which with bloud and sweat with fasting and watching they have purchas'd Yes yes Caesar shall never terrifie the World again with his valour nor Cicero charme it with his eloquence The sword of the one and the pen of the other have now with their Lords the same eternall and unprofitable rest Alas alas Mans is as brittle as glasse but not so conserveable As he encreases in growth his life decreases As whether one sleeps or wakes in a ship under saile he is insensibly as it were carried away towards his intended Port so what ever we are doing we unawares sail towards the region of death Time deals with man Arithmetically He first addes to his Beauty and multiplies his Graces and then hee substracts all these and makes a long lasting Division between him and Nature It were strange if we should think wee shall never arrive there whither wee are ever going Plutarch writes of creatures in a certain part of the World which are borne in the morning are in their prime at noon grow aged towards the evening and are dead ere night Had these reasonable soules as wee have
Worth beyond their power and skill For who in meanest lines thy life should write Would by Posterity be guessd to endite Some Romance or vaine legend To th' dim sight The weakest Tapers yeeld the welcom'st light He was vaine voyce the noble Staffords heire His Mothers comely graces hung on 's faire Yet manly checke the Younger-brothers heart And wit to boote nay each Heroicke part Of Buckingham dwelt in him so that he Alone might justly be a Familie So have I seene grow upon one small Tree More various fruits than in some Orchards be No dying Hermit meeker though a Lord And under age too Vertuous though a Ward No Dyall plac'd i th' crosse Meridian Whose shade runnes still irregular toth' Sunne That should it guide He Nobly bore that state Of Ward as if Nature had gav 't not Fate Like to our forraigne Tulips which each yeare As more mature in growth new liveries weare Yet are th' same flower so as he elder grew Stafford was still unchang'd though 's carriage new The fashion he scarce follow'd nere outrun Striving to lose himselfe and Nation If he toth' Friers came his judgement swift As Lightning could each line each Humour sift And his discerning Palate straight could tast Beaumont and Iohnsons wheate from scraps mast But this was Play The royall Academe His best houres challeng'd where his noble theme Was his great Fathers Valour though his Face Had not yet lost his Mothers beautious grace So that from him being armd the limmer might Exactly draw Venus as she in bright Steele came to Lacedemon or th' brave Maide Ioves daughter as she came t' her Fathers ayd Death will he proud of 's dart when he shall finde 'T hath slaine two Families in Blood Mind Nay wil more triumph that h' hath slaine but one Than if by th' Plague or Sword a Million Those could but last an Age in Stafford he Hath kild Successive Immortalitie Now for his Epitaph let onely be Fix'd on his Tombe his Royall Pedigree This like some well writ Booke whose every Page Containes rich wit and matter for an age When th' reader with this treasury growes brisk For Finis meetes with a sad Asteriske Or like some stately Pallace which halfe lyes Vnfinish'd whose proud top should scale the skies Will more with pitty the beholder move Then if compleat with wonder or with love Perhaps some gentler Lady reading this Three ages hence may mourne Her losse of blisse In Staffords suddaine fall Had not his life Bin short she might have bin a Staffords Wife Will. Creede of S. Iohns Oxf. Memoriae Sacrum Nobilissimi Dom. Domini Edwardi Stafford EDWARDVS NOBILISSIMUS STAFFORDIAE DOMINUS DEâ—…aâ—us nunquam satis plorabitur Qui nunquam satis hilariter excipi poterat natuâ— In Quo magna Staffordiae gens stetit cecidit Columon suae Domûs simul erat Terminus Solus numerosa Prosapia Unicus magna Familia Exactissima Herois Buckinghamii Epitome Gemmula mole per exigua infiniti pene valoris Mundus Major in Spithamam contractus {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Magnus Quem dilexerunt omnes qui norunt Plorârunt omnes etiam qui non norunt Comitatis anima Nobilitatis Jdea Virtutis universae Virtus ipsa Aetate qui vix Ascanius prudentiâ plusquaÌ„ Aeneas Apollo intonsus Musarum Deus Cui corpus elegantius quà m Foeminarum Incoluit animus major quà m virorum Quem in armis diceres absque lanugine Gradivum Nec adhuc in Numen adultum Hunc galeâ depositâ Adonidem Diones osculis rubenteÌ„ Ceu veriùs Cupidinem ex ephebis elapsum QueÌ„ equitanteÌ„ AlexandruÌ„ Bucephalo insideÌ„teÌ„ crederes Aut Centaurum in Lapitharum praelia ruentem Sonipes ipse tam grato pondere superbiebat Gestiens a tanto dirigi Exteras hausit linguas non quasi nostra sordesceret Sed ne ulluÌ„ exactissimo Curiali deesset complemeÌ„tum Latinam paenè habuit vernaculam Heroïcam Graeci Sermonis majestatem Non ex ignorantiâ sed acumine judicii admirabatur Musicam didicit ne tempus cum ludo vacaret porderet Qui tamen ex Oppiduli ruinis Altam posset Urbem extruere Ubi in numerum gressus efformabat Ei Perseum talaria commodasse crederes Jn choro volanti semper similior quam pulsanti terram Vestalibus ipsis castior at hoc ex virtute natum Non corprris intemperie Quem tamen adeo castum vixisse lugemus Nec PatreÌ„ fuisse quod in aliis detest amur quindecem jam annos natum Tunc alii Staffordiae gentis haeredes superfuissent Quam Vestes pullatae luctuosum funus At ô praeposterae rerum humanarum vices Qui in perpetuuÌ„ vivere meruit immaturus occubuit Maternae priùs haeres Telluris quà m Paternae Disce lector Familiae tituli aequè ac homines suos habent occasus Guil. Creede Joan. On the Lord STAFFORD the last Baron of his Race who dyed in his None-age YOur Country Hindes if you have seene When they have a Lopping beene They take not here a Branch or there But leave the naked Backe so bare It cannot be term'd Plant but we Must call 't the Carcasse of a Tree Which they beleeving nought their owne But what within their Pale is throwne Have so dismembred for no good But to encrease their Stack of Wood Yet even these leave one sprout there Expecting Company next Yeare Where if so chance it be not found They lose their right to the whole ground What hast thou forfeited Death now That hast not left a Topping Bough On such a glorious stocke not spar'd The tender sprigge but further dar'd Going beyond dire Sicknesse spight Not for to bend but breake it quite What Plot is now in hand Do's Fate Meane to bring in Confusion streight How shall a Stately shady Tree From Trunk or Mast distingnishd bee If this be suffer'd shall the source Of Noble blood be stopt its course Or chill'd and shall the Pedant Veine Through all the Body flash amaine Therefore Death since you cannot be Exempted from all Penalty When thou shalt dare Trespasse so high Not in mistake but cruelty Your Dart is forfeite and must cease The Darter being bound to th' Peace And so disarm'd by Natures Will If you must needs yet Wound or Kill You must your presence use or sight All weapons are debarr'd you quite For let Time accursed be If he shall lend his Sithe to Thee And all this Nature does enact Not for one petty Crime or fact Her Law does not thee guilty call Of treason murder but of All That which last yeare you did commit And we not know to name it yet Prometheus once presumed so To steale from Heav'n a flame or two Where now he feeles loves angers edge In Hell and rues his Sacriledge How many Vultures had love sent If he had stolne the Element Put out a Starre or Two or more And make them