bredth of earth contented lyes betwixt the gods and men doubly deuided His soule with them his fame with vs abided In this his life and death was counteruaild He iustly liu'd belou'd he dy'd bewaild Aud so his happy memorie Shall last to all posterity Day weareth day howre consumes howr Years years and age doth age deuour The man who now beholds the sun Ere it decline his life is done So by this great Lord doth appeare Whose honoured bonesly buried here Whose bones though they interred lye His glorious name will neuer dye But liue in praise To after daies Here lies he dead who liuing liu'd in Fame Consumd in body fresh reuiu'd in name His worthy deeds exceeded tearme of date Alike his praise will neuer stoope to fate For who is he that can suppose That stones great Deuonshire could enclose Whose noble acts renowned were Whiles as he liued euery where England reioyced in his valours due VVhich Ireland felt and feeling did it rue but now by destiny heere sleeps he dead Whiles as his glory through the world is spred Vrging the greate in emulation Of his true honours commendation No one exceeds in all yet amongst many Yea amongst all he could do more then any Though more then mortall virtue grac'd his mind He was vnto a mortall end confin'd and forc'd to yeeld vnto deaths force who in his shaft hath no remorse Princes beggars great and small he spareth none he killeth all So did he rob high Deuonshire of his breath whose worth in spight of death will out liue death aduantage such his merit doth retaine He in his name will liue renewd againe And so though death his life depriue His life in death will new reuiue By cruell dint of death's respectlesse dart Greate Deuonshires soule did from his bodye parte And left his carkasse in this earthly slime whiles his fames essence to the skies did clime Roauing abroade to fill the latter dayes With woonder of his IVST deserued prayse So that eache AGE will in the time to come Admire his worthinesse and mourne his TOMBE Which they shall euer count a shrine Of some deceased saint diuine Lo here I reste who liuing was adored with all the honour Loue could haue implored what earthly pomp might beautify my name In pryde of glorie I enioyde the same A Champion euer readye to defende her A Senatoure preste alwayes to commend her Though with my harts delight my life is grac't Yet I in peace of death was crost at last And now entombed here I lie A mirror in eternity O what so ere thou be that passest by Looke on this hearse and weepe thy eye-lids dry The monument of worth the angells pleasure which hordeth glories ritch inualued treasure The reliques of a saint an earthly creature Clad in the perfect mould of angell feature who liues euen after life now being dead welcome to heauen in earth canonized The shoutes of fame Echoe his name In blessed peace and soule-vnited rest Here sleeps the carkasse of a peer most blest VVhose downfall all the plots of cursed fight Could not procure or terrifie his might but euermore he tam'd the pride of folly and castigated drifts of slaues vnholy Yet death at last with force of vigor grim VVhen he had conquered many conquered him and here amongst the quiet numbers Of happy soules he sweetly slumbers The boast of Brittaine and the life of state The pith of valour noblenesse innate Foes scourge friends hopes sustainer of the poore whom most men did imbrace all men adore Fautor of learning quintessence of arts Honours true liuelihood monarch of harts The sacred of spring of a virtuous womb Lyes here enshrined in this hallowed Tombe From out whose Phoenix dust ariseth Renowne which earths whole globe inticeth Loe heer nine tombes on euery tombe engrau'd Nine Epitaphs shewing that worthyes nine For each peculiar on a Toomb hath crau'd That their deserts who while the liu'd did shine Might now be monumented in their shrine Yet all those nine no glory hence haue gain'd For Deuonshire in himselfe all nine contain'd The nine poore figures of a following substance Did but present an after ages mirrour Who should more fame then they deseru'd aduance And manifest the truth of that times error Including Deuonshiere earth's admired terrour For all the Poets who haue sung of them Haue but in mistery adored him O now droppe eye-balls into sinck of mudd Be harsh the tunes of my vnfeathered muse Sorrow suck vpp my griefes consume the blud Of my youths mirth let meager death infuse The soule of sadnesse to vntimely newes Dead is the hight of glory dead is all The pride of earth which was angelicall Ah that the goddesse whome in heart I serue Though neuer mine bright Lycia the cruell The cruell-subtile would the name deserue Of lesser wise and not abuse the Iewell Of witt which adds vnto my flame more fuell Hir thoughts to elder merits are confin'd Not to the solace of my yonger mind Bee 't so yet on the theame of this I le spend The residue of plaintes and euer mourne The losse of this greate lord till trauayles send More comfort to my wretched hart forlorne Who since at home disgrac'd abroade is borne To sigh the remnant of my wearied breath In lamentation of his haplesse death Sheath vp the sword of war for Mars is dead Scale vp the smoothed lippes of Eloquence For flowing Mercury is buried Droope wisedome Numas graue intelli gence Is vanisht Affrican's stout eminence In Deuonshire lyes obscur'd for he alone Exceeded all they all dide in him one Charles the greate is dead who farre excelled Charles whome former times did call the great Charles who whilome whils on earth he dweled Adorn'd the exaltation of his seat By the alarum of deaths grim retreate Is mustered to the camp from whence he came Cherub's and Seraphims of datelesse fame O that a man should euer be created To eternize his glory heere on earth Yet haue his pompe of glory soone abated Euen at the present issue of his birth And loose the Trophey of that instant mirth Heere is the guerdon'd meede of victory No sooner to atchieue assoone to dy Is death the rewarde of a glorious deede Is death the fee of valour is desert Repayd with death shall honours gayne Proceed By losse of life ô then a cowards heart Of earthly comfort hath the better part Then better liue in peace and liue then trye The brunt of conquest and reguardlesse dye Dye thoughtes of such disgrace dye thirst of state Dye thoughts of empty ayr'd ambition Dye thoughtes of soring maiestyes elare Dye inclination to conscript condition Dye pride of Empyre sou'raignetyes commission All that in soule of life may bee estem'd Oh dye fatte cannot be with bribes redeem'd Dye portly hunger of eternity Dye hott desires of vnbounded pleasure Dye greediness of false prosperity Dye giddie solace of ill suted leisure Dye hopes of hoorded canker-eaten treasure Ambition Empire glory hopes and ioy For euer dye for death will all destroye For death will all destroy as he hath donn In seising to his strong remorslesse gripe All triumphs Noble Deuonshiere euer wonn Plucking the blossomes of his youth vnripe And make them yeeld vnto his thanklesse gripe But ahwhy should we task his dart uneuen Who took from earth what was more fit for heauē He was more fitte for heauen then to suruiue Amongst the chaffe of this vn season'd age Where new fantastick ioyes doe seek to thriue By following sensuall toyes of follyes rage Making the glosse of vice true vertues badge He saw that shame which misery begun it Seing he did it scorne and scorning shun it Hence sprung the venom of impoysoned hate Poore malediction's sting who did despise Bright honor's stamp which in his bosome sate For that he could not brooke to temporise With humours masked in those times disguise But let dogs barke his soules aboue theyr anger They cannot wound his worth with enuies slander He sleepes secured and in blessed slumber's of peacefull rest he carelesse rests in peace Singing lowd antheames with the sacred numbers Of happy saints whose notes do neuer cease But euermore renewing fresh increase Whiles he doth sing and angels pleasure take We mourne his death and sorry for his sake Not for his sake but for our haplesse owne Who had so rich a prise and did not know it Iewell 's being had for Iewel 's are not know'n For men in happy fortune doe foreslow it The value when 't is lost doth chiefly shew it So wretched is our blindnesse and so hate full As for the guifts we haue we are vngratefull Euen as a poring scholler who hath read Some Cosmographick Booke and finds the prayse Of some delitious land deciphered Cast's sundry plots how by what meanes and wayes He may per take those pleasures months and dayes Being spent he goes and rauisht with the mayne Of such delight he nere returnes agayne So Deuonshiere by the Bookes of inspiration Contemplating the ioyes of heauens content In serious thoughts of meditation Which he in perfect zeal had long time spent Thirsting to be immortall hence he went He thither comes and glorying it in that speare Vnmindfull of this home he triumphes there Long may he triumph ouer topping cloudes Of our all-desperate mouldes vexation Pittying the sorrow which our danger crowds With ioylesse taste of true ioyes desolation Whiles he enioyes his soules high delectation Long may he liue whom death now cannot moue His fame below his spirit wings aboue Aboue the reach of humane witts conceite Aboue the censure of depraued spight Aboue earths paradizes counterfeyt Aboue imagination of delight Aboue all thoughts to think or pens to write Ther doth he datelesse dayes of comfort spend Renowned in his life blest in his end Anagramma ex Camdeno CAROLVS BLVNTVS Bonus vt sol clarus IN life vpright and therefore rightly good Whose glory shind on earth and thence a Sunn By his renowne as cleere hee 's vnderstood Whose light did set when as his life was done Bright as the sun good euer to aduance The soule of merit spurning ignorance Good in the virtue of his powerfull arme Which broughte more peace to peace chac't feares of harm And whiles he liu'd a wonder maz'd the light Two suns appeared at once at once as bright For when he dyde and left his fame behind One Sunn remaynd the truest Sun declin'd Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori
eyes Vpon thy coffins hearse and euery word Which sorow shold out-sigh or grief implies I could resolue two drops of sacrifice And spend them on the euer gaping womb Of the vnseason'd earth thy sacred tombe The sweetest cygnet of thy comforts heauen Thy lifes last paradise thy hearts first loue Could not bemoan the losse of thee bereuen With more sweet-piercing plaints then I haue stroue To volly my discomforts yet approue Deer creature thy to deerly bought distresse By vulgar censures base vnhappinesse But ah be still thy selfe let not defame Of the rude Chaos aggrauate thy woes The multitudes blind slander is no shame Rusticity his ioy by malice knowes The better best in iudging better showes Let grosse vnciuill hinds reguardlesse sleepe Remember thou thy losse remembring weepe So mayst thou knightly youth who wert his friend Companion to his chamber and his bed His lou 's much largesse did to thee extend And made the rumor of thy name be spred Euē to thy natiue West wher thou wert bred Ah do not him forget who honourd thee With perfect rites of mutuall amitie Nor canst thou stop the floodgates of thine eyes Great Peer of worth and state who grieu'd thy thrall For Peerlesse Essex strife who sought to rise In vertuous honour which procur'd thy fall Deuonshire bewayld thy dangers bitter gate Then in requitall of much more then this Sigh thou for him still loue and cherish his As much graue patron of sage wisedoms lore Mayst thou lament thy friendes vntimely race Who euer fauour'd thee cause thou hast bore Whiles he was Ireland's viceroy thy great place Of treasurer in most respected grace His death deserues thy teares to solemnize His ceremonious funerall obsequies Ye safe secured fathers of wise peace Iust senators and magistrates in aw Wealthy home-breaders which ingrosse your ease Ye learned legists of contentious law Ye rulers all who him victorious saw Feare ye like strokes as him of life depriues He was a brazen wall to guard your liues Double toung-oyled courtiers whose neat phrases Do modell foorth your wittes maturity In honied speeches and sick-thoughted graces Cloking your soules in sins obscurity Yet fan your lightnesse in security Weep on his reuerent coarse for such as he Now is not as he was your selues shall be But ô forsaken souldiers ye haue lost The Atlas of your hopes your staffe your stay The staffe and stay of your ambitious boast Who guerdon'd you with seruices due pray On him the burthen of your treasure lay Reason commands your sorow for whose sake Himselfe all toile of paines would vndertake Like Mars in arms triumphant ye haue seene This warlike champion whose vndanted mind Was neuer yet appall'd but still hath been Steeled against the worst nor hath declin'd To dull distrust but euermore enshrind In goodly views of horror ready prest To purchase glory by his hands vnrest Witnesse ye wars of Belgia who tell Of his eternall fame heroique spirit Incomparable height which did excell The common height of common stomacks merit He lineally did thirst of worth inherit A chronicle of lasting memory A president of matchlesse souldery Let euery priuate action of desert Be theames for other pen's to labour in My quill shall onely knowne reports insert Who publicke credence and belief may win Not to be taxt with fictions Ideots sin Time cannot wrong nor enuy shall not wound The lawfull right of his due praises sound O who will lend me som deep-mouing stile Or add vnto my bluntnesse quick conceit What gentle goddesse wil vouchsafe a smile To mine vnpolisht muse what tempting bait Of formall grace vpon my lynes will wayte What power diuine of some more angell woman Will make me thinke my verses more then cōmon Flint-hearted Lycia may with mild aspect Cast vp the sigh of some fore-matched skorn And in the mixture of disdayns neglect My death-bewayling scope of griefe adorne Reuiuing dulnesse of a wit forlorne Amongst the fansies of hir riuall louer Some groane with this deere nobles funerall couer No beauty full of change forbeare thy care An Angell more celestiall payes hir vowes Vpon her lord deceasd who did not spare To gratifie the frontyres of hir brows With as much pleasure as content allowes Thou Lady on my lines cast fauors glory Whiles I inscribe great Mountioys Irish story When fickle chance and deaths blindfold decree From the tribunall seat of awfull state Had hurried downe in black calamity Renowned Deuoreux whose aukward fate Was misconceited by fowle enuies hate Back was he cal'd from Ireland to come home And noble Mountioy must supply his roome Looke how two heart-vnited brothers part The one to slaughter th' other to distrust Yet sorowing each with other pawns his hart As being loath to goe yet go they must Either to horror and a death vniust So Essex parts with Mountioy ether mourning The losse of others sight as nere returning So Mountioy parts with Essex and now flies Vpon the wings of griefes to tents of terror Or els to vaunt his name aboue the skies Or leaue his liuelesse carkasse as a mirror Of monumented feare to friends of error Vowing reuenge should on that land extend Which wrought the downfal of his worthiest friend Vnblessed soyle quoth he rebellious nation Which hast with trechery sent troups to death Butcher of valiant bloods earths reprobation Heauens curse and natures monster drawing breath By others wracks as triall witnesseth Since by the meanes of thee my friend hath dy'd Mine arme shall scourge the loosenesse of thy pride Incenc'st with rage and treble-girt with force Of Iustice force and valour on he goes With sword and fire voyd of a smooth remorse He greets the strength of his half-conquered foes And on them yoakes of bondage doth impose or all must yeeld to mercy or els flie Yet flying all must fight and fighting die But ô far be it from the height of fame To triumph on submission he would not Not tyrant-like in bloodshed boast agayne He hated it as to his worth a blot By lenitie more honour hath he got He was as by his fauorites appear'd More fear'd then lou'd yet much more lou'd thē feard Destruction to the stiffneck't rebells stoute Stout in their headlong miseries was bent Ruine vnto the false inconstant route But fauour to the willing still he meant A perfect noble mind 's trew document A rule infallible experience bred To striue for conquest spare the conquered What myriades of hosts could not constraine He by his courteous mildnesse brought to passe What all deuoyr of mercie could not traine By his victorious power enforced was Both words of milk and thunderbolts of brasse Attended on the pleasure of his nod They deemd him for a humane demy-god And thou Tyrone the idole most adored Amongst the superstitious mutiners Whose deepe ambitious reach was still implored To raise more millions of treacherers Of homicidiall cruell slaughterers Euen thou thy selfe when any traitor spake of Mountioy at that very name
didst quake That verie name did prostitute the heart of mischief-breeding counsailes in the dust In hearing of that name they felt the smart of vanquisht dread as augur to distrust Which was by feare inthral'd by doubt discust Mountioy a name importing threats of thunder Frustrating hopes of life and life asunder Mountioy a name of grim seuerity Mountioy a name of meeknes peace and loue Mountioy a name to rayne temerity Mountioy a name which vertue did approue Mountioy a name which ioy did euer mooue Mountioy a charter of inuicted fame Yet Mountioy was far greater then his name His name which stretcht beyond the boundlesse limits Of all the oceans empire and made knowne His hauty chiualry in forraine climates VVhich by the trumpe of glore was lowdly blowne In courtes of greatest princes of renowne Each palace with an eccho speaking shrill Rosounded his fayre deeds of honour still The wily Irish whose inueterate hate Vnto the lawes of Iustice nere would bow Whose sleightes no powr of power could abate Or euer vndermine before till now VVith gentle menace of a pliant brow This man more then a man this god in arms Vnited ceasing plots of further harmes Now they began to see and seeing feele The sweet of concord bitternesse of warre The sharpe reproofe of double-edged steele The peace of peace how wretched brawlers are How blessed the secure content doth farre Exceed contention better shun wars toile Then euer liue in faction by the spoile The sonne against the Father long oppos'd The Vnkle with the nephew at debate The friend with troupes of foe-like friends inclos'd Brother with brother set in mortall hate Kin which with Kin did kindred violate Duty alliance frindship blood and loue All striuing he to concord all did moue Peeres in defiance of each others greatnesse Nobles complotting nobles speedy fall He reconcil'd made thē tast the sweetnes Of happy league freed them from the gall Of steepe destructions ruine ruines thrall Tygers and lions bores and raging Bulles Hath he atton'd with Leopards Wolues A land of penury scarcity and want He hath inritcht with plenty ease and store A land where humain reason was most scant He hath endow'd with wisdomes sacred lore Accosting it more fertile then before A land of Barbarous inhumanitye He hath reduc't to blessed piety Now had he ripened all his hopes at full Imparadiz'd his soule in deare content And wrought the nature of a people dull To what his glory aym'd at when he meante To set a period to his banishment And greete his natiue soyle with much desire To get a guerdon'd fauour for his hyre Now did he feed his laboures with delight Of viewing his diuiner soueraigne presenting conquests of well mastred spight vnto her gracious loue and thence obtaine Hir willing acceptation as a gaine Of reward after toyle and glad hir yeares In strengthning hir dominions chasing feares But ô ere he could apprehend that ioye She flew from earth to bewtifye the heauen Eliza dy'de death's iauelin did destroy The euer boast of England fate had weauen The twist of life and hir of life bereauen She dy'de and left the worlde in tears of terror To weepe hir losse and woonder at her mirror Neuer it was her hap to see that land which long had boyld in stern rebellious treason To be subdu'de vnto her mild commaund And vaunt the Trophey of that peacefull season Malice did euer blind their sences reason She dy'de ere rumour could that ease relate The newes was happy but for hir to late To late for her and for our Lord to late Hir death for him too soon but shorte anon Distrust was turnd to trust for in greate state England's Maecenas in succession was soone made know'n by praclamation And vndertooke the Burthen of the crowne Aduauncing merit low disgrace threw downe As Caesar led his captiue slaues to Rome To grace his triumph magnify his fame So now did Mountioy with Tyrone come home Victorious welcome adding to his name By fauour of our King who gaue the same A Style of honour to his blood innated Deuonshieres ennobled Earle was created In Robes of peace accoutrements of rest He was aduanc't a Counsayllour and ioy'd The soft fruition of a grauer breast Not with the Brunt of warrefare more annoyde Nor with the dint of hazard ouercloyde But sate with iudgment to discerne of lawes Which he had guarded with his swordes applause In him was England two fould fortunate He was her champion and her Senator Both to defend her good and moderate To fight both for her safety and confer Both to encourage subiects and deter Reuollter's from offending both in one And one in both himselfe he was alone Thus louing all he liu'd belou'd of all saue some whome emulation did enrage To spit the venom of their rancour's gall Which dropt vpon themselues made the stage A publique Theater for follyes badge Their shame will still outliue theyr memory Onely remembered in infamy Such poorer in desert then ritch in woorth Are but as shadowes which appear but are not Such but disgorge lanck indiscretion forth Of needlesse repetitions which declare not Trew grounds when for the trueth it self they care not Yet hold themselues abusd and highly scorne To brooke the chance to which themselues at born Go weake betraiers of your witlesse madnesse Your malice will reuert vpon your breasts Not lookes of grauer nicenesse nicer sadnesse Can shadow imputations of vnrests His greater spirit at your fondnesse iests You vex your selues not him and make men gaze At your own wrōgs which your own tōgues do blaze Sinck blind detraction into lowest earth Lest ballad-rimers tyre their galled wits Scornes to their patrones making iuycelesse mirth To grosse attentors by their hired writs Dispraise with such poore hackneys better fits Well may such enuy those heroyicke deeds There apprehensions leane conceit exceeds Fame-royallized Deuonshire setled now In well-deserued place of eminence The expectance of his wisedom doth allow By cancelling affayres of consequence And by endeuours of sage diligence Approues his greatnesse largesse to applie The fruits of dear-experienc't pollicy Not puft with weening self-affected pride Common to vpstart honours counterfeite But fauouring the worthy he suppli'd Deserts necessities and made the height Of his aduancement on their needs to waite True noblenes with breth sucks noble spirits When bastard broods conceite but bastard merits Men rais'd to flote of fortune from the mud Of low deiection and at length grown great Forget that they are men and scorn the blood Of meane allyance boasting in the seat Of empire which ambition doth beget Such not esteeme desert but sensuall vaunts Of parasites and fawning sycophaunts Be tyrants kings to such seruility And peasants seruile to such currs of shame Deuonshire the issue of nobility Auoyded rumor of such foule defame True virtue grac'd his mind applause his name Applause his name which whiles the heauens diuine Containe their lights vpon the earth will
our eyes He was a peere of best approued guise He was the best the most most best of all Heauen 's pride earths ioy we may him iustly call Heauens pride for heauen into him infus'd The quintessence of ripe perfection No guift on him bestow'd he hath abus'd But betterd by his better lifes direction Keping contempt of virtue in subiection A penitentiall contrite votary To sanctimonious taintlesse purity Earth's ioy for in the earth he liu'd renown'd By all the excellency of natures art With all the boast and pith of honor crown'd That royalty to merit could impart The wreathe of ioyes was set beneath his hart The light of worth's delight the Pharaos tower Which was refulgent by his Lordly power Thus in the iollity of humane pleasure Aduaunc't to steps of state and high degree Beloued and ador'd in equall measure Of greatest and the meanest fates decree Bent power against his power for aye me Fye on that for whiles he in glory stood Of worldly pompe cold droop't his noble blood O what Heraclitus would spare his eyes To show'r teares in showers and distill The liquid of a greeu'd hearts sacrifice Which will consume it selfe what dolefull knell Of pearcing grones will sigh the worst of ill The worst of ill the worst of cruell fate Could spit euen in the bitternesse of hate All yee who hitherto haue read his story Iust Panegyrickes of Heroyque deedes Prepare your eyes to weep your harts to sory The wracke of darknesse which from death proceedes The murther of delight which murther breedes Loe heere an alteration briefly chaung'd Now all but ioy now from all ioy estrang'd ô Coward times why doe you keepe your dayes ô Orbes of heauen why doe you runne your course ô seas why doe not floods your waues vprayse And ne're reflow agayne with moderate sourse ô Sun why dost not quench thy beames hot force ô why doe all things certaine setled tarye Saue men's short liues who still vnconstant vary Instance vnpartiall death deafe sorrow's subiect Pleasures abater fickle youth's dispiser Headstrong in malice in affected obiect To euery sence the subtile slye inticer To guilded hopes the heauen's wil 's reuisor Instance his triumph instance his sure dart Which misseth none hits home still to the hart Now had the season enterteyn'd the spring And giu'n a welcome to the dayes of mirth When sweet harmonious birds began to sing With pleasant roundelayes which grac'd the earth By long expectance of the blossomes birth When at the dawne of Floraes trimmed pride Ere shee persum'd the ayr greate Deuonshiere died He dy'de a sullyde word a wore of ruth For euer be it stamp't in misery Feareful vnto the old hated of youth Markt with the fingar of calamity Blotted from light of day nights Herauldry He dy'de briefe accents but enduring woe The letters for whole dates of griefes may goe Torment of mischiefe how thou grat'st my breast Mischiefe of torment how thou rackst my soule Vnhappy cares how is your heart distrest Wretched vnhappinesse which dost controwle The blisse of comfort and alike enroule Sad fortune in the dust break life asunder Death is lifes miracle scorns thanklesse wonder Wonder ô wonder of short breathed error A relique consecrated to defame A curb vnto the wise to fools a terror A terror of contempt feare hate and shame A black obliuionizing of worths name A razer out of memory the merit Of many noble peers and peerlesse spirit Who dy'd not he whose mungrell baser thought Was steeped in the puddle of seruility Not he who daies of easie softnesse sought But threats of horror fitting his nobility To coronize high-soar'd gentility Who di'd a man nay more a perfect saint Leauing the world in tears of sad complaint Life ah no life but soone extinguisht tapers Tapers no tapers but a burnt outlight Light ah no light but exhalutions vapors Vapours no vapoures but il-blinded sight Sight ah no sight but hel's eternall night A night no might but picture of an elfe Ah elfe no elfe but very death it selfe Then life is death and death the farthest goale Of transitory frailty to conclude The freedom of the while-imprisond soule And stop the streames of heat by death subdu'd To wan and chilly cold fates hand is rude None fauouring the limit of an howr But doth all sort of states alike deuour Deuour thou them and surfet on the baite Of thine insatiate rapine exercise The vtmost of thy vengeaunce nor delay it Let meagre gluttony yet tyrannise To vse extreames thy power we despise Kill whom thou darst since Deuonshire did depart We scorn the malice of thine enuious dart Sleep still in rest honor thy bones enshrine Victorious lord sweet peace attend thy graue Mount thy best part with angels wings diuine About the throne of Ioue in quires to craue By madrigalls the ioyes that thou wouldst haue So euer shall while dates of times remaine The heauens thy soule the earth thy fame containe If to be learned in the Arts of skill If to be bewtifi'de with choyce of nature If to be guiltlesse from the soyle of ill Saue soyle of sclaunder if the perfect feature Consist in being heauen's quaintest architecture Then euer shall while dates of times remayne The heauens thy soule the earth thy fame contayne If to be fear'd and lou'd be humane glory If to be dow'd with plenty of desert If to be chronicled in honours story If youth which graue discretion did conuert It selfe in commendation may insert Then euer shall while dates of times remaine The heauens thy soule the earth thy fame containe If wisedom stand in checking rasher follie If virtue do depend on perfect zeale He in the one was wise in th' other holy If to reguard the prosperous common weale Be shewes of commendation to reueale Then euer shall while dates of times remaine The heauens thy soule the earth thy fame containe If to be virtuous zealous valiant wise Learned respectiue of his countries good Vpright in case of conscience precise Iust bounteous pitifull noble by blood Be to deserue the name of liuely-hood Then euer shall while dates of times remaine The heauens thy soule the earth thy fame contayne For thou wast all of these too high for earth Therefore more fit for heauen where thou rainest The angells ioy'd thy soules delightfull mirth And therefore fetcht thee hence whereby thou gainest The fruit of paradize where thou remainest And euer shalt remaine from vs bereauen Great as thou wast on earth more great in heauen But ô giue leaue ere I forbeare my pen Thy worth in what I may t'exemplifie And set thee as a president to men The due of thy desert to amplifie And thy humanity to deifie Of thy much merit to cast vp the summe Thus be thy epitaph and here thy tombe His Tombe The Epitaph The course of time hath finisht now his breath whom brunt of war could neuer force to death whose thirst of worth the world could not suffice within a