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A61970	Svffolks tears, or, Elegies on the renowned knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston a gentleman eminent for piety to God, love to the Church, and fidelity to his country, and therefore highly honored by them all : he was five times chosen Knight of the Shire, for the county of Suffolk, and once burgess of Sudbury, in the discharge of which trust, he always approved himself faithful, as by his great sufferings for the freedoms and liberties of his countrey, abundantly appear : a zealous promoter of the preaching of the Gospel, manifested by his great care, in presenting men, able, learned, and pious, to the places whereof he had the patronage, and also by his large and extraordinary bounty towards the advancing of religion and learning, both at home, and in forreign plantations among the heathen.	Faireclough, Samuel, 1625?-1691.; Faireclough, Samuel, 1625?-1691.	1653 (1653)	Wing S6164; Wing F109A_CANCELLED; ESTC R21324	30,120	73

and sleep in dust no danger fear'd Till that these bodies putrifactions prey Be raised up to life at the last Day The way is beaten to this house of Death The fatal enemie of Mortals breath A raw-bon'd carcase of his Head the haire And flesh is falne and left the skul all bare His eyes no eyes cannot be seen not see Worm-eaten nose one jaw no teeth hath he Yet heaps of men he daily doth devour And hundreds fall before him in an hour Within his cruel breast he hath no heart Yet full of courage and with deadly dart He kils yet neither arm he hath nor hand He hath no feet yet walks o're sea and land Nor arteries flesh nor sinews wonder Hath he all his joynts they are asunder His bones there one and here another lyes He smites there one and here another dyes Haste thither knock call know the cause why thus This leane starv'd Heluo snatcht our joy from us Could sacred Piety that adorn'd his mind The grace of heart and life no pitty finde Wilt thou thus wrong oh death the Publick weale And justice slay extinguish fervent zeal Pull down the Temples pillar quench the fire That Heaven 's sent and did to Heaven aspire Could neither faith nor faithfulness find grace Nor friendly love keep off thy Serjeants Mace Could not integrity and truth him save With Hezekiah from the greedy grave O Sun return yet shine on Sions hil On Ahaz Dial keep the shadow stil Why fel he not upon Elisha's herse That could the dead againe to life reverse Where is He now that Lazarus did raise Where is the widow of Sarepta's praise That might in flaming Chariot let him ride With him to heaven then he had not dy'd Shal I not once within this vale of tears Or shal I hold my peace not speak my fears Shal I not once again on earth behold That countenance so grave so brave so bold Which with a look could daunt the face of sin And make offence to hide it selfe with in Shal I not see his presence blesse the wals Wherein did sound his frequent sacred cals Of wife and children and of all the rest To waite on God who is for ever blest And beams of blessing from this Sunt ' expect That blest these blessings might on him reflect And as the Rivers to the Ocean pay Their tribute streams that in their channel play So daily Prayer answerers re-ascend In praises might to God and never end O never end your prayers and praises due To him that gave such sweet returns to you That you should pray and yet stil praise his name And walk in right before him without blame So did he walk and so attended went VVith all his traine and in the Temple spent Both hours and dayes and of all dayes the best VVherein both Christ did rise and God did rest The time though divers yet the precept 's one Writ and ingrav'd by Gods own hand in stone In midst of that his everlasting Law VVhich might at all time keep in dreadful awe All hearts and all induce his voyce with feare And faithful care and conscience to heare Oh! shal I never more observe that eye Intently lifted up unto the skie And hands stretcht out unto the throne of grace And bended knees to fall before the place VVhere shadowing Cherub cover'd with his wing The Mercy-seat of heavens mighty King From Golden Altar did the incense fly In clouds of smoke and mounted up on high God smelt the savour in his heart he said Behold it 's done according as thou pray'd And now O death can thee no prayer melt Wherein the highest God such sweetness smelt Release thy Prisoner and set o'pe thy gate Breake off those fetters free thy selfe from hate And let him rise from off that fatall bed VVhereon thou forc'd him to lay down his head Vnto the votes of high and low restore Their joy to be enjoyed as before VVhat aylest thou O Muse bereft of mind VVhat mean these words these empty puffes of wind VVil 't change the Fates and burn the sacred rowl Of Gods Decree and make thy selfe a scroul There to designe each one to death or life And heaven and earth to set at dismal strife Shal brazen mountains with a blast remove Or shal the Sun run retrograde above Shal morning o'pe her purple door i' th VVest And Moon and Stars to rule the day be prest And night shine forth with Phoebus orient beams And at thy will all rivers change their streams Then my Commission I to thee Wil give The living shal not dye the dead shal live And mortals all immortal shal become And wither'd branch with winter blast shal bloome And Adam shal with Eve to Eden go No fruit shal kil no friend shal be a foe But if that Adam must no more return Why should I break up Barnardistons urn His faith so Abraham dy'd yet did beleeve But Truth did Hezekiah once reprive And Lazarus did life againe inspire And to his body did the soul retire But know'st thou not how these of death did taste And back again unto my Palace haste Nor Abrams faith nor Isaacks Jacobs feare Could sheild them from deaths deadly piercing speare So Joseph Joshua and Josiah all By sooner later stroakes of death did fall And Job was patient under death's sad blow And mighty Sampson unto death did bow And David with his Worthies all did yeeld To death against his stroke they found no shield And John Christs bosome friend did hither hye And Christ himselfe the Son of God did dye Eliah left his Mantle him behind They sought him but in no place could him find His change like death and Enoch he is not Nor Rachels children Death became their Lot And thou O Muse shal be as one of these When Atropos thy thread to cut shal please O cruel Death can nothing then asswage Thy savage fury and thy direful rage Must all O Charon thee thy ferriage pay And all take Boat and all have over-lay Then come and to our Lazarus let us go And as he dy'd with him let us do so As Joseph went unto old Jacobs grave So shal this Saint of us attendance have What mean'st O Muse and whither dost thou wend When of thy passion wilt thou make an end Wilt thou presume on Sion Mount to stand And Heavens scepter sway in thy right hand The Lord by power and providence divine Did all unto their place and end assigne The Earth to Plants in Seas the Fishes swim The Birds in th' air do wave their feathers trim Shal not the fixed Stars in heaven shine What God doth own wilt thou detain as thine And why among the dead dost thou enquire For these that live lift up thy eye look higher There is a place beyond that mount most bright Whence Phoebus chariot shines with flaming light The stately City new Jerusalem Wherein doth dwel Jehovah God of Shem.

Sr Nathaniel Barnardiston of Ketton in Suff. Kt Obiit A. D. 1653 ●t 66. F. H. van Houe Sculp SVFFOLKS Tears OR ELEGIES On that Renowned Knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston A Gentleman eminent for Piety to God love to the Church and fidelity to his Country and therefore Highly honored by them all He was Five times chosen Knight of the Shire for the County of Suffolk and once Burgess for Sudbury In the discharge of which Trust he always approved Himself Faithful as by his great sufferings for the Freedoms and Liberties of his Countrey abundantly appear A Zealous Promoter of the Preaching of the Gospel manifested by his great care in presenting Men Able Learned and Pious to the places whereof he had the Patronage and also by his large and extraordinary bounty towards the advancing of Religion and Learning both at home and in Forreign Plantations among the Heathen Dignum laude virum Musa vetat Mori London Printed by R. I. for Tho. Newberry at the Three Lions in Cornhil near the Royal Exchange 1653. To the VVorshipful and highly honoured Lady the Lady Jane Barnardiston An Offertory THrice Noble Lady spare that melting Bead Our sorrows want no jewel from your head Still let those silver drops that lightly lye Like little delug'd worlds within your eye Fixed abide in their own brightest sphear His fame wants not those pendents for her ear Those falling stars rob heaven we need not thence Borrow our griefs or taxe you with expence Behold how every Mourner brings his sheet To wipe your eyes and weep himself 't is meet That this so publick loss by th' Countries charge Should mourned be Spare Madam then this large And thicker Volume that is here annext Is but our Comment on that publick text Come Argus Hieraclicus lend your eyes To pay on 's tomb a liquid sacrifice Lo all the grasse that round about him lye Hangs full of tears shed from Dame Natures eye See how sad Philomele that yonder sits And to the dancing twig her musick fits Now mourns for him the silver brook runs on Grumbling to leave those loved banks whereon A Mansion once he had that 's now set round With Cypress trees and with their branches crown'd So dark it seems Nights mantle for to borrow And may be cal'd the gloomy den of sorrow E're since he di'd the Heavens their griefs to tell Daily in tears to earth's wet bosome fell Not in an April storm or those in June Whose trembling Cadents makes it rain in tune But like a grave Decembers day or those Who mourn in Cicero's stile and weep in prose Madam you see all Natures wat'ry store Attends this sable day weep you no more Angels that on your eyes with bottles wait To catch your falling tears do now retreat With vessels full anon again they 'l stoop And lightly hover round the mourning troop Whilst I in silence do his Shrine adore If worship doth offend I then implore And crave a favour Madam 't is this one Adde to his memory no pictur'd stone Lest whilst within the Church my vows I pay I to the Image of this Saint should pray Madam your most humble and faithful servitor Samuel Faireclough Jun. ELEGIES ON That renowned Knight SIR Nathaniel Barnardiston AN Acrosticke Elegie on my ever Honoured Friend Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston who faithfully in all imployments served his Country was renowned for Piety and exemplary in Religion dyed the 25. of July 1653. SHal such Friends dye and my Muse idle bee Is 't possible can such stupidity Remaine in me and I not dead with thee Nature don't give but lend its life to men And at its pleasure cals it back agen The image grav'd on man Gods right doth shew His image 't is let Caesar have his due And in this Microcosme we plainly see No lesse then part of Gods Divinity In smaller letters for the Soul 's a sparke Even of his kindling and though in the dark Lodg'd in the grave the body seems to be Let 's hope and we shal find re-unity Body and Soul shal joyn by heaven's great power As once they were before the parting hour Rally the Atomes shal and then each part Not loosing ought by Gods Almighty Art Attaine shal to its just and proper due Returning to each corps its former hue Descend then shal the Soul and with a kisse Its ancient friend awake to perfect bliss So these new married couple joyfully To heaven ascend and match eternity Oheavenly Musick endlesse harmony None can desire to live that 's fit to dye So slept our former Patriots when they Had serv'd their country in a bed of clay Flesh may incinerate when Man doth dye The body in the grave may sleeping lye But there 's a spark remaines which shal return And re-inform those ashes in their urn VVhich when the last days morning shal draw nigh Shal raise its flame by heav'nly Chymistry So springs the Phoenix from which Rise She 's ever cal'd the Bird of Paradise Si quis qui bonus pius est inquirit Iësus Respondet verus Nomine Nathaniel Inquire whose good Christ wil thee tel It is a true Nathaniel WILLIAM SPRING Barronet An Elegie containing a Dialogue between the Author and his Muse and between Death and an Angel MAke hast my Muse lay off thy brighter plume The sable wings of darkest Night assume Cover thy head with blackness do not faile Thy brow with mournful shadow now to vaile Thine eyes now cloud which may pour down apace A showre of brinish tears upon thy face Fill up thy breast with sighs and saddest grief With Rachels sorrows that refu'd relief Now let a living Spring thy sorrow feed That may supply with running streams thy need The depth in silence pass noyse not the same Lest Nature hear and do dissolve her frame Attire thy self in saddest mourning weed Put on thy tragick Buskins haste with speed Unto the place where griesly Death doth dwel Within the ground in lowest darkest cel Pale kercher'd sickness lyeth at the door To him the Porter openeth every hour About above the Monuments remaine Of old and young whom direfull death hath slaine There the worlds Victor vanquished doth lye There Caesar Croesus and grave Cato by There David Jedidiah Daniel And there with these our true Nathaniel Of doleful Ebony the Portal's made The roof of fatal dismal Ewe is laid The pillars of black pollisht Marble be That may endure til time you ended see The wals intire of Adamantine rock The two-leav'd gates of Steel so key and lock The chambers there with Coffins plancherd sure Corruptions sap wil not let long indure These worn and torn in time renew'd again The cost of future Funerals maintain The lower floor 's of earth most rooms be ful Loe here the dead mens bones and there the skul The trophies of triumphant Death are there The rooms all hung with whited linnen are The corps intomb'd with juyce of Poppy smear'd There rest