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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A48732	A sermon at the funeral of the Right Honourable the Lady Jane eldest daughter to His Grace, William, Duke of Newcastle, and wife to the Honourable Charles Cheyne, Esq, at Chelsey, Novemb. I, being All-Saints day by Adam Littleton ...	Littleton, Adam, 1627-1694.; Person of quality and neighbor in Chelsey.	1669 (1669)	Wing L2568; ESTC R21390	19,451	62

to enter into the Ioy of her Saviour having left Grief behind Her Whom in the Whole as to all Relations as Her Noble Father in Whose Affections if Any had a greater share then Other it was She in a Letter of His since her Sickness Stiles Her the Best of Daughters so Her Husband praises Her for the Best of Wives Her Children rise up and call the Best of Mothers Her Servants for whose Encouragement and Reward she took care to the Last own as the Best of Mistresses Her Allies lookt upon as the Best of Friends Those that had the Honour to know Her the Best of Acquaintances and Those that liv'd near Her the Best of Neighbours May We All that knew Her keep her Vertues alive in our Memory and in our Imitation May her Worthy and Afflicted Husband as he does praise Her and with a chearful gratitude mitigate his Sorrow and comfort himself with the expectation of a Happy Meeting when Her own Works shall Praise her in the Gates of Heaven May her Children those Three Noble Plants She hath left behind Her as the dear Pledges of her Memory rise up and grow up in her Example and call her Blessed And may the Echo of her Praises tend to the setting forth of the Praise of God the Father of Spirits and the Father of Lights from whom cometh every good and perfect Gift To whom the Immortal and Ever-blessed Three Persons and One God We together with the whole Company of All his Saints ascribe as is most due all Honour Praise and Glory Now and for Ever Amen FINIS AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH of the THRICE NOBLE And VERTUOUS LADY THE Lady IANE CHEYNE Eldest DAUGHTER to WILLIAM DUKE of NEWCASTLE By a Person of Quality and Neighbour in Chelsey An Elegy on the Death of the Thrice Noble and Vertuous Lady the Lady Jane Cheyne Eldest Daughter to William Duke of Newcastle DIsmal the darkness fearful was the Night All thoughts were banish'd bord'ring on delight Nature wore Blacks and the Worlds beauteous Eye Fled far from the approaching Tragedy My doubtful Muse lay trembling when the Knell More doleful from the midnight passing Bell Subtracting hopes addition gave to Woe Now ripe in Numbers and in Tears to flow Ye Chelsey Fields no more your pleasures boast Your greatest Pride is with your Lady lost No more cry up your sweet and healthy Air Now only fit for such as breath despair Of your delightful River brag no more Briny its Waves and Fatal is its Shore Not all its Sands can count the Tears we spilt Not all its Stream can wash away this guilt Farewel Dear Lady now a blessed Saint Did not Religion on us lay restraint Our Vows and Prayers soon would turned be From Praying for to Praying unto Thee But these as fruitless are as those are vain Thou feelest none nor pitiest our pain Our Eyes will better shew the Love we bore Where to lament's more fit then to implore And sorrow sure our loss will most become Like losing Gamesters when we count the sum Her Noble Birth she from Newcastle took High in Bridgwater and in Bullingbrook But she not half so Great as she was Good Ow'd her least Praise to her Illustrous blood By her intrinsick Worth her Titles rise More splendid from her Vertues then Allies And she more Honour gave unto their Fames Then she derived from their mighty Names Yet not pufft up with Honours Timpany Like Stars she less appear'd for being High And like them too she freely did dispence On all beneath her gentle Influence So sweetly condescending as if she Less then our selves had own'd a Dignity Her Goodness did our Modesty besiege She never knew where she did not oblige Hence at her Ills so common was our grief Nothing but hers could perfect our relief Tears drown'd our Joy Joy did from Tears release As her Distempers did arise or cease And at her Death an Universal groan Was heard as if her Fate had been our own Since then she 's gone Oh! that I could inherit One portion of her great Poetick Spirit Like him who caught Elijah's Mantle I Of Her and Heaven soon would Prophecy My Muse should learn to bear a noble Part And boundless Grief make regular by Art An Art she knew and practised so well Her Modesty alone could it excell Which by concealing doubles her Esteem 'T is hard to understand and not to seem Wandring abroad small Poets does become Great Wits like Princes best are seen at home And yet her Name might Patronize a Muse Defying strictest Censure to accuse For whatsoe'er her Fancies stamp did own Was Sterling Coin to be refus'd by none Without allay and as her self refin'd High as her Birth yet gentle as her mind Where Female sweetness manly strength did meet At once like Samsons riddle strong and sweet If such her Art her Nature was the same As this her Wit so that adorn'd her Frame Mov'd by a Soul so Pious that might be Well term'd a Beam of the Divinity Which in her Life and Actions shone so bright That We i'ts Heat perceiv'd as well as Light Her thousand Graces with a mingled Ray Made her Lifes Path seem one pure milky Way Whilst others Splendors only shew their Blots As the Moons Light discovers her own Spots Her Passions all to Reason gave the sway As she unto her Husband did obey From just Complyance neither did desist 'Cause neither were accustom'd to resist Each kept within it's proper bounds and range Serving to vary her but ne're to change Her Humor still in Complaisance did ' bide Ne're ebb'd to Sullenness nor swell'd to Pride In her a Multiply'd Example's gone And many Noble Patterns lost in One None more Devout none was more Chast of Life None better Mother none more loving Wife Three Blessings Copies of her self she brought Yet was her self the greatest Blessing thought Worthy by none but him to be possest Who best deserv'd her 'cause he lov'd her best Such his affection as in Truth extends Beyond th' Examples of the loving Friends Her griefs he griev'd and all her Pains he felt As if one Soul within two Bodies dwelt And she from that did part I 'm bold to say With less regret then He from her away With hers He would have given up his Breath And Love preserv'd untoucht by mighty Death But that to dare to suffer life might prove More kindness to the Pledges of her Love Pardon Dear Saint my Muses wandring fire Silence is heard where'ts easie to admire The praise that him I give praise justly due I 'm sure you will not think detain'd from you 'T is equal to rejoyn whom cruel Fate So hardly did attempt to separate As you to dye his glory were content So may he live your noblest Monument FINIS