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death_n	body_n	life_n	sin_n	23,098	5	4.9745	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05140	Phyala lachrymarum. Or A few friendly teares, shed over the dead body of Mr Nathaniel Weld Mr of Arts of Emanuel Colledge in Cambridge who in the short journey of his life, died betwene the five and sixe and twentieth yeare of his youth, 1633. Together with sundry choyce meditations of mortalitie.	Lathum, William.	1634 (1634)	STC 15270; ESTC S108346	27,413	58

defend it should in sovenance And faire requitall of your love I le pay You teares for teares and sighs for your sighs nay Unwilling barely to repay your owne I le pay you interest of ten for one And till my briny braine be drayned dry Will side with you and mourne incessantly Ab for your griefe will bring to memorie Mine owne unhappy griefe and keepe my wound Still bleeding fresh whilst ev'ry seeming sound And each like word that even but relates And to his name alludes insinuates And will my heart with newes thereof informe Still raising in my bosome a new storme So shall your mone my mournfull mone augment For full of harmony a sweet consent Of sorrow is with sorrow teares with teares And griefe in parts the musicke higher reares But now from you my conference must breake Whilst all my other mourners I do thus bespeake PHYALA LACRHYMARUM YE Lady Graces and yee Muses nine And all ye vertues Morall and Divine Ye Sciences and most renowned Arts And all yee sons of Art come weepe in parts And each good man who goodnesse doth admire And all save ye of the Celestiall Quire Yee Angels and ye blessed Saints possest Alreadie in Heaven of your happy rest For by our losse and sorrow all yee reape A gainfull harvest and for joy do leape All clad in sable weeds with Heben wands And Cypresse branches in your friendly hands Disshevel'd haire about your shoulders throwne With all the sorry signes of hearty mone With panting breasts with sighing well nigh rent With carefull lookes and eyes oft upward sent With ' haviour speaking nothing save neglect Of all but what on sorrow doth reflect Come sit with mee and helpe mee to condole The sad departure of the blessed soule From the dead corps of this deare friend of ours And with your teares as with so many showers Embalme it over all and strew his herse With the sweet fragrant odours of your verse Sith like a body that hath lost a limbe Each of you all do suffer losse in him Yea with so lowd alewes and drerement Let be your plaints and over him lament That future Ages in your griefe likewise For losse of him with you may sympathize And cause an Annuall Obit to be held In his remembrance whom they nee'r beheld But that you may no Ceremonies fit In your last dutie unto him omit Ere yee upon him locke his Coffin doore And in a bath of your salt teares all o're And dewe of Roses steep'd in Amber grize Having first drencht him much as may suffice Bring some of those Arabian merchandise Sweete Aromatick Gummes and pretious spice Pure Frankincense and pounded Cynamom Nutmegs with Cloves and Mace and Saffron some Add Storax-Calamite and Bengewine And pretious Spicknard unto these conjoyne Aloes with Myrrhe and Cassia-Fistula The fragrant fuell and the spicie spray Whereof that bird of selfe dusts selfe worme bred Doth build her neast to serve for her death-bed Which flaming round about her she sits downe And with sweet martyrdome her selfe doth crowne In stead of others more with these same few Thicke over all his pale dead corps bestrew But chiefe and principall of all the rest These three bestrew the Head the Mouth the Breast Sith in these three his Breast his Mouth his Head Many sweet Notions fostred were and bred And Meditations sweet well styl'd indeed The fodder of the soule did hence proceed And many sweet discourses sweetly made And pray'rs so sweet that God selfe could perswade Ne onely thus these pretious perfumes serve His corps from putrefaction to preserve But signifie how sweet and fragrant is How gratefull and accept this sacrifice Of soule and body which in life and death Hee offred hath to God and witnesseth The good report and praise like savory sent Of sweet delicious Nard of 's life well spent Which here he to the world behind him leaves So double guerdon he both here and there receives This done him in his Coffin sweetly lay Yet ere yee to his Beare do him convey Weave him a Chaplet all of flowers sweet For flowers and garlands been for virgins meet Now come with flowers not flowers by them worne Who losse of love do suffer all forlorne Bring here therefore no caytive Columbines Flowers of ill omen and unhappy signes No gaudie Tulips here admitted be Emblemes of false faire-fained sanctitie Whose worth all outward is in shew alone But inward sent hath not ne vertue none For thy ' true flowers I do not them areed But at the best a glorious kinde of weed As worthlesse simples numbred amongst them Gay Dazies of the field which wee contemne Instead of these bring store of fragrant flowers By faithfull friends and pious paramours In honour greatly held whose savorie sent Of mingled sweets doe shew the sweet content Who ere so happy be thereof to taste Of two true hearts in love united fast For well his tongue and ' haviour could indeed Of faithfull love a learned lecture read And well him love became who loyall was Unto his love unhappie love alas Which when both hearts and hands and friends consent Had all clapt hands with infinite content And all things ready to enjoying had Save publication death the Banes forbad Worthy for this were death to be contrould For certes too too blame was death and bold So hopefull crop of love like full ripe wheate To blast and smite which ready was to reape Bring bashfull Pinkes in which is to discry Sweet Embleme of faire-maiden-modestie Which though of flowers least almost the field For sweetnesse to the greatest need not yeeld Then Gilliflowers and sparkling Sops in wine With Rosemary and senting Eglantine Whose leaves with prickles fenc'd teach sweetest gains Is that that 's conquer'd with the hardest paines Next Hyacynths and black-fac'd Violets In which me seems the God of Nature sets The world to schoole not ever to esteeme Ought at first sight as it doth outward seeme But on the hidden vertue to reflect For th' inward good meane outsides to respect Sith though this flowre be blacke of stature low A hanging-guilty looke that makes no show Yet amongst all scarce one may parallel Her savory sent and sweet delightfull smell Bring Hearts-ease store Oh flower most blest of all Which all they weare whom nothing can befall Beyond their expectation ill ne ought So good as to excesse to tempt their thought Of prettie Panses plentie let be brought For this flowers name doth signifie a thought And therefore chiefly unto such belongs Who dare not trust their love unto their tongues But in a Labyrinth of thoughts doe walke And to themselves in pleasing silence talke Unthinking still what ever they first thought So nought by them is into practice brought Bring Medway Cowslips and deft Daffodillies The country Primrose and all sorts of Lillies And Floure-de-Luce Le fleur de lice more right Deliciae flos the flower of delight Then usher in th' obsequious Marigold

OH where 's the man that is so truly train'd And hath to purpose so his howers spent That if all companie were him restrain'd True solace by himselfe he can invent And with his friend to whatsoere intent Can him adapt whether in learn'd discourse Facetious wit and sportive merriment Of Hawkes of Hounds or long Dogs for the Course Be the Theme light or of grave consequent Hee for all turnes hath money in his purse This thus conpleat-accomplisht every way The man of all houres is and for all day I had a friend I have I late could say Ah but the primest flowers soonest fade Who fitted was and furnisht every way In depths and shallows both to swimme and wade Not like mechanicks in one onely trade But sooth he multum could in singulis And aliquid in omnibus have said No subject on the sudden came amisse But he to all with profit and delight An able Artist could himselfe acquite Thine be this Embleme by thy just desert For thou thrice worthy WELD this man of all howr's were Felice chi puo BLest mote hee ever bee who ever can Compose the joyes and sorrows of his mind Chuse truth from errour flow'r from the bran Willing obey Gods sacred Lawes in kinde Decline the vice to which hee 's most inclin'd Richly contented bee what ere God send Slight injuries as chaffe before the winde Finde a fit wife and faithfull bosome friend Who some nay one but all these things who can Is sure a threefold-blessed tenfold-happy man Il medico al anima e Dio al Corpo un Buon Compagno VVOe to the man alone saith the wise man If chance him fall who him releeven can But where two beene if one in need doe stand The other still is readie helpe at hand The Great Creator so intended it When hee for man fram'd a companion fit In Paradice so helpe in company And comfort doth in friendly helpe relie The soule and body al 's ' he tack'd together To be companions either unto either Yea God himselfe who is but one alone And to that onehood will admit of none Yet joyes to have the Blessed Unitie Accompan'd with the sacred Trinitie Who therefore doon admire lonelinesse Do rob themselves of wondrous happinesse And wilfully to many mischiefes run Which men in company do fairly shun When did th' ill spirit choose our Lord to tempt But when from company hee was exempt And ever since hee doth himselfe intrude To vacuitie and lonely solitude Al 's ' privacie begets melancholie Which mother is and nurse of lunacie But in all states in povertie in wealth In peace in warre in sicknesse and in health In age in youth bondage and libertie Sweet is the comfort of companionrie For as the soule in all extremities Onely to God her lonely selfe applyes Whose sweet Communion if it can but gaine It takes her off from thinking on her paine And with his presence and kind conference Hee workes such indolence upon her sense That ere shee wist the time and paine at one With passing pleasure's slipt away and gone Such to the body is a hearty frend The griefe thereof and maladies to mend Whose very presence though hee speake no word Is physicke of it selfe and doth afford Like Ionas Gourd coole shadow from the heat Of strong distempers which the bodie beat Blest is that soule that sicknesse and that man Who still have God for their Physician And happy manifold I him areed Who such companion hath such frend at need Who free from scurvie trickes is right and straight With whom a man may dare deliberate And freely to his bosome can impart The neerest secrets of his very heart As knowing in his breast he may them save Safe as the dead mans ashes in his grave Hee in discourse can yeeld unto his friend 'Gainst his owne knowledge rather than contend Hee mannerly can jest ne captious is Ne yet exceptious apt to take amisse Or peevishly in evill manner wrest What 's meerly spoken merrily in jest No babler ne no criticke in a house Unmanly-humerous nor mutinous To him all one the kennill and the wall Nathlesse all be hee affable to all To all hee 'll not be fellow but doth ken To difference himselfe from other men Lest whilst humilitie he doe professe He fall into the taxe of fillinesse Hee knowes his good to all and how to bowe And to his greaters due respect allow Ne doth it hold disparage or disgrace His friends even meanest favours to imbrace With thankfulnesse which is a vertue full Of strong Attraction and doth pull And draw like loadstone every heart and mind With grace and bountie to us be inclin'd All his owne actuall kindnesse he forgets But passive favours puts amongst the dets Which by recognizance hee at a day Upon great penaltie is bound to pay So faire condition'd every way and good That by his outside well is understood How ever hee beene of worldly fortune sped That hee is doubtlesse Gentle borne and bred Lo here a friend well worth his weight in gold Though in this durty age his gold prove drosse And this rare Jewell every one do hold Not set in gold contemptible as mosse What can him want now who for each disease Such Physicke and Physicians hath as these Who have a salve for every sort of sore And Cordialls for all griefes and paines in store In health who soule and body then will save Let still in store these two Physicians have Come il simulacro del Re di Babilone FRaile flesh how ever goodly thou appeare In outward shew and glorious as the Sun How can a little sicknesse change thy cheer And thy lives thred how ever purely spun With paine how is it broke and quite undone How seem'st thou like that image over all Whereof y'dreamt that King of Babylon Whose bulke was Gold and costly Minerall But Oh poore prop the pillers and the basse Were crumbly clay which did sustain this mighty masse Non temete la morte solamente e cattiva a cativa Gente O Death the hatefull issue of mans sinne Who since thy birth dost greedily devour Thy Parents children Oh what canst thou winne In browzing a soft twigge before his houre What hast thou thereby doon but given him pow'r As Justices their passe-ports wont to grant To passe hence freely to that sacred bow'r The bow'r of blisse where blessed Angels haunt Henceforth I feare thee lesse who dost but send Poore Pilgrims sooner to their wearie journeyes end L'Huomo e Ampulla fatta del Acqua del Aria disfatta VVHat thing is man that God should him respect Or what is life that man so tenderly Should hugge it so or deerly it affect Loe here an embleme of mortalitie Whom nor greene yeares could warrant from to die Nor innocence the good mans daily feast No priviledge ne no immunitie That flesh can challenge why to