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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A84335	An elegie sacred to the immortall memory of the most worthy, and most lamented, John Pym, Esq. Who having done most remarkable service to the state, was on Friday being the 8. of Decemb. 1643. translated from the House of Commons, to the Vpper house of glory, and parliament of angels in heaven. The memory of this never to be forgotten patriot deserveth truely to be observed by every man, who stands well affected to the true religion, the lawes, and liberties both of Parliament and kingdome: his body (both the houses, and the assembly of divines being present) was carried with solemn honour and magnificence by sixe of the House of Commons: the reverend divine, Mr. Stephen Marshall did preach the funerall, who did take his text out of the seventh of Micah, the first and second verses. The words were, The good man is perished out of the earth, and there is none upright among men, &c.		1643 (1643)	Wing E446; Thomason 669.f.8[42]; ESTC R212161	2,459	1

AN ELEGIE Sacred to the Immortall Memory of the most Worthy and most Lamented JOHN PYM Esq Who having done most remarkable Service to the State was on Friday being the 8. of Decemb. 1643. translated from the House of COMMONS to the Vpper House of Glory and Parliament of Angels in Heaven The Memory of this never to be forgotten Patriot deserveth truely to be observed by every Man who stands well affected to the True Religion the Lawes and Liberties both of Parliament and Kingdome His Body both the Houses and the Assembly of the Divines being present was carried with solemn Honour and Magnificence by Sixe of the House of Commons The Reverend Divine Mr. Stephen Marshall did Preach the Funerall who did take his Text out of the Seventh of Micah the first and second Verses The words were The Good Man is perished out of the Earth and there is none upright among Men c. WHat Sacred Light is this What glorious Guest Is pleas'd to lodge in my unworthy Brest And with a hidden touch my Soul inspires Rapt't in amazements and transporting fires 'T is THOV Great shade THOV whosoere Thou bee That leav'st the VVorld in Darknesse THOV art Hee In me 't were vile Ingratitude to rue Thy losse whose lustures warm me thus yet who VVhen all dissolves can with a carelesse eye Vntouch'd at Fate stand unlamenting by Let us call home our Griefes then all which show Those the most worthy where most high they flow VVe must dispatch them unto Heav'n to tell This Murder done for since he did excell So pure so just in all things VVho can quit The hand of Death that now must answere it VVhen Death doth life to innocence denie Death sinnes himself and Death himself must die Be kind unto thy selfe dull Fate and stand And breath awhile let not thy willfull hand Pursue an erring rage for each new blow Would interrupt and not increase our woe Thou canst doe nothing that may render us More fond of Griefe or thee more tyrannous Since roome we want to vent our VVooes our Eyes Bedew the Earth whiles Clouds of thronging sighs Oppresse the ayre as if the world were all Too close and lesser then his Funerall What man is yet so dull so much to Fame And worth a stranger as to aske what Name So great a losse doth beare let him that weares An arted Griefe and complements with teares Fortunes and Heralds Pageant who for deeds On ayres and titles of swoll'n Greatnesse feeds Admire such pompe whiles I his soule which stood So faire that had some Angells bin as good So many Spirits punish'd for their pride Back'd on the Northern clouds should never ride Downe Taurus Mountaine when with rage ore'gone They lead the Vaward of the Tempest on But how can He be parallel'd whose birth Did claime such high preheminence of worth And happinesse to come no planets jarres Annoyd the healthfull Influences his Starres Sang to his destinies his precious thred With richest Art they spun and promised It should more lasting prove the GRACES flock'd About him smiling and his Cradle rock'd And giving each a kisse did each conclude ROMES Lawes quite lost and super stitions Rood Sure He was here a little Heaven which then Touch'd by the hand of Death he witness'd when Like a divine Intelligence at strife With dull corruption he express'd what life His mind enjoy'd which still his Deeds more young And perfect rendred and his faith more strong Whiles thus we saw him growing great and high Who would have thought He had got leave to dye Or who is He that him alive did know That would not think but he must still be so Let those deluded Sophisters who take Delight in wrangling and doe laughter make The Argument of Reason now agree To Truth corrected and make Griefe to be Their best Demonstrance which they most doe show Who most in teares and lamentations flow VVhat Tongue can voyce his Merits who was knowne To love our lives far better then his owne And though the Honours of his worth him sent A close Committee to the Parliament The man was publick Good and still his zeale Observ'd the King and lov'd the Common-weale Nor did the Fate or Anger of the Crowne Traverse his hopes or beat his Counsells downe But moving still in what he had to doe He was our Patriot and our Martyr too But that more fully we may here declare Our plaints we should lay by all teares which are Too weak for such a losse we now should shake VVith a just sigh the Center and awake The Spirits of Grief that so our Accents may Make our love knowne where ere his purer ray VVhere ere his Starre doth shine if now he is Spreading his light where rugged Par●hasis Shines at the Northerne Pole or if he please Rather to grace the Southern Hyades Thou where the beauties of the Morn their cleere Reflections bend on Ganges streames or where VVhen ere he in the Ocean dives they run From Calpe Hill who mourn the fainting Sun Or wheresoere thou dost thy beames dispense It is no sinne to begge their Influence VVhiles thus on us thou shalt thy beames imploy VVe more shall crave them and we shall enjoy And mourne thee taken from us and a flight Shall dayly practice till we reach that height VVhich thou hast gain'd O why should Heaven ordaine That where they there doe joy we here should plaine VVhy should it urge to Good yet from our view Steale the Example and rejoyce in 't too Grief is of kin to Heaven and doth improve The glorious Consorts and blest Quires above And unto us of greater power doth seem Since their joyes move not us our Griefes help them Heav'n is the Center of our soules the Grave Is of our bodies this short life we have Doth of a middle Nature seem yet sent In holy actions to be chiefly spent A true assurance that these Dusts shall rise Awak'd from death above the lofty skyes This his whole life so much assur'd so much Made it his busines that when Death did touch His willing Body and the Quire propense O● Heaven attended to translate him hence The sacred words he spake did leave such high And rapt Impressions in the standers by That they did seem to have themselves forgot As if the Vertue of their sounds had wrought Them more then mortall and now dying He Had cloath'd them all with Immortality Sad House of Peers and Commons whose Desart VVas here the chosen joy which crown'd his heart VVhiles now each word you speak his Elegies VVhiles from the soule of Love your precious Eyes Raine downe religious teares He makes it known By these memorialls you best raise your own Lodg'd in your Brests He still doth live and you Are both his Mourners and his Ma●ble too From you he seemeth to take halfe your Breath And you from him to borrow halfe his Death FINIS Printed for Lawrence Chapman 1643.