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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

{non-Roman} {non-Roman} Christi Respectuque Dei sacrato sanguine venas Diluvians causa est magni Theodorè triumphi In coelo solio frueris semperque frueris Siste viator iter vultum cortina recondit Talem quem memores lacrimarum flumine deflent Omnes dona Dei nobis cum numina poscunt Nos decet hanc deflere vicem gemituque dolere Josephus Skinner M. A. An Elegie on the Right Worshipfull Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston HEre 's one that was an Isra'lite sincere In whom all noble vertues did appear A faithfull Patriot one that ever stood Firme to Gods Cause and to his Countries good And yet by cruel death's impartiall hand Laid level with the dust Who can withstand Death 's all commanding power this tyrants Law Is that which keeps the universe in awe He nips the Infant blossom when it springs And aged Snow to dissolution brings And though the faded Rose year after year With a fresh colour in her leaves appear Age knows no spring and death will not restore His stollen goods till time shal be no more O happy those that doe betimes begin To love Christ Jesus and to leave off sin To walk in holy wayes with Simeon old That in the armes of faith their Saviour hold The life of such is blest their death much more For then they rest from labour not before Thus worthy Barnardiston thou art blest Who from thy labours and all pains dost rest Death which for thee a crown of gold prepares Gives unto us a thorny crown of tears And puts us in a mourning frame for we Cannot but have sad hearts when as we see The Chariots and the Horsmen yeeld to fate And few such left to guide the affairs of State But yet our grief for thee shall not proceed 'T is charity to give to those that need That 's to our selves our miseries and feares Require not only floods but seas of tears Therefore for thee we 'l cease our lamentation And tak 't up for our selves and for the Nation Though for our losse we cannot chuse but grieve This comfort shal our passions yet relieve That heav'n is joyful and thy blessed state Shall be a means our griefs to mitigate O what a happy state it were if we Had no more cause of sorrow but for thee ACROSTIC Non audis nostras Barnardistone querelas Aut lacrymis opus esse putas sed funera fletu Tu tua nos ornare vetas at nos tamen ipsi Haud ita sentimus vanum licet esse fatemur Atque supervacuum pro te vir summe dolorem Non ita pro nobis nam mors tibi maxima merces Ipsa tamen summi nobis est causa doloris Et poscit lacrymarum imbres luctumque perennem Luminaque ut lacrymis turgescant semper amaris Busta viri tanti studeant ornare Camaenae Adsit Melpomene moestisque boatibus auras Repleat totus resonet plangoribus aether Nam pietas prisca fides mascula virtus Angligenumque decus jam nunc periisse videntur Religionis honos venerabilis artis amicus Defunctus jacet hic titulis honore priori Impositis parvo turba comitante Sepulchro Sed lacrymis jam parce sat est non prorsus ineptus Te Theodore mori quisquis vel posse putabit Onimium Felix frueris meliore senatu Nil ubi juris habet mors mars aut Barbarus hostis J. 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On the much lamented death of the right Worshipful Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston I VVonder not that Barnardiston's dead But rather that he spun so long a thread Sure 't is a sound hath eccho'd through the earth Christs verdict on Nathaniels second birth Behold an Isra'lite 'T was then a wonder But now the Gloworm times that we live under Write such men Miracles and they we know Are ceased dead and buried long ago We would enjoy'd him longer but we knew Who was the gift of God was Heavens due So Job he gives and takes cease then to tell His worth whose Epitaph 's a Miracle {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Memoriae Sacrum equitis Nobilissimi Pientissimique Viri Nathan Barnardiston Equ Aur. QUote corripis viator properans In hunc tumulum converte oculos Si modo permiserint Lacrymae singultus tui Jacet hic Eques auratus vir verè aureus Sinè fuco Israelita absque dolo Ipsemet enim Nathaniel Decus Patria familiae antiquissimae Quae inter trophaea sua hoc jactitat Quòd talem peperit Amor cleri Patrocinium Orthodoxa Religionis ingens exemplar columen Veris Evangeliti Ministris tutela praesidium Apud eos dum vixerit Hi omnes ornarunt calculo Mortuum Lugubri Epitaphio Quippe quòd his indulsit ut parentem decuit Ut filium auscult avit obsequentissime Sic quos humi calcavit aetas impia Hic fovebat in sin● Ipsimet enim in deliciis quos mundus reputat {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Lumina ecclesiae radiantia Quae seculi rabies Extincta vult effossa penitus Heu quoties 〈◊〉 est Constantini more Deosculatus suaviter Defe male suisque metuit Reformata religio Dum talem 〈…〉 Fidei columnam 〈◊〉 naculum Quem non gementem audies Abiit hem obiit Noster Nathaniel Tam coeli quam terra 〈…〉 Utrobique affulsit 〈◊〉 Hic equestri cinctus 〈◊〉 Illic corona redimitus gloriae Improba aetate degeneri Cum ultra vivere penitus displicet Eja tunc juvat mori Ultimi in occasu seculi Occasum is passus est Ut celo fulgeat fortiori jubare Hinc disce Lector Tunc tunc nos coelo maturi sumus Cum huic sumus mundo decidui Posuit honoris Et debitae observantiae ergô Johan Allot Chronogramma SI patrlae fIDVs perIIt VerVs aMICVs VIr pIVs atque bonVs VIta perennIs erIt MOrte manet justis sua spes post fata futura Soecula cum venient ultima cumque dies Optima sanctorum remanebunt lucra virorum Illorum effari gaudia nemo potest Pessima pravorum remanebunt damna virorum Illorum effari tristia nemo potest Epitaphium AN justus periit dici hunc periisse licebit Non licet in Christo non periturus abit Ast periit justus dici hunc periisse licebit Heu periit nobis non rediturus abit Rara avis in terris est justus puraque corda Sunt inter spinas lilia nata Deo Est constantis opus durum quin ampla corona Spes perit illius qui recidivus erit Temporibus duris frigent pietatis amici Vani sinceri se

face to face When that the Emp'ror Titus did depart What cloudy looks moyst cheeks and heavy heart Might be beheld all o'r the Roman State Each single man bemoaning his sad fate And thus concerning him they did complain Titus is gone t' our loss though to his gain The same may we take up Gods darling 's gone 'T is for his good though our affliction Well mourn we may as in some silent grove Whil'st he in heavenly joyes triumphs above Nathaniel he was Gods gift to us A Gem a precious Pearl esteem'd and thus The greater was our joy but now deceas'd The more our grief and sorrows are increas'd It seems God gives and takes who can gainsay God saith Give me my gem who shall say nay Who shall resist his will Lord take thine own But give us leave our loss for to bemoan A custom 't was of old that men renown'd Not onely living but when dead were crown'd Marcellus once this honor did receive The same the Emperor Augustus gave To Alexander's Tomb Demetrius His Urn when he was dead was crowned thus Not any man more worthy of this Bay Then he for whom we celebrate this day A King he liv'd most worthy to be crown'd In whom so many graces did abound A King he di'd Deaths Victor now sits down In Heaven resplendent with a glorious crown When Death uncas'd his Soul it to Heaven tended And by his declination he ascended How now grim Death whence cometh thus thy rage What could'st finde none but th' Phoenix of our age To exercise thy cruelty upon No twinkling Star none serve thee but the Sun Thus to eclipse How do'st thou think shall we Deport our selves when we no Sun can see Whence this thy hate to break our Rule and Line To take our Pattern from 's that was Divine Hadst thou no white but innocencies heart Whereat to level this thy forked dart O 't is not he but we that feel the smart Lo here a Spectacle we see To teach us all what we must be Wouldst know thy mettal then look on The Mould and Earth thou tread'st upon Look here proud man behold thy Mother For at the first thou hadst no other She brought thee forth thou art her son Flesh of her flesh bone of her bone Thou must repay again what she hath lent thee Thy flesh thy bone and what e'r else she sent thee Tho. Marriot M. A. On the Death of that Noble Patriot of his Country Sir Nath. Barnardiston I Heard that many Poets went of late In a full throng to knock at Heavens gate Humbly beseeching Jove of his quick brain From whence Minerva without Mothers pain Or Midwifes help a witty Dame did flow Some few small Particles on them bestow And highly their immortal souls inspire With a divine and active nimble fire That they might fancies quick and high conceive And might even Virgil of his Bayes bereave 'T was granted then in haste to Helicon With fury rapt beyond themselves they run And for their guide among the nine they chuse A fullen melancholly pensive Muse To shew that bitter stream of Pegasus That prompted Naso with De Tristibus Of this they largely drinking to their fill Did into farre more bitter tears distill Sounding aloud in hideous lamentation As when Plague Sword and Famine fright a Nation I wondring curiously the cause desir'd VVhich so much wit and so much grief requir'd 'T was answer'd in a sad and doleful voyce By one whose sorrows did surmount his noyse Alas of all good men of such though blest The Catalogue 's but short we ' ave lost the best Prince in his Tribe his Countries Patriot By election made not undiscerning Lot A just wise honest noble Senator Lover of Peace contentions Arbiter Patron of Learning Poverties releife The Angels joy and ease unto friends grief Farewell brave Soul whom now the Saints do greet In all things high but in thine own conceit These great Elog'ums did me little move A stranger to his person and his love Beside I knew that Poets some for gaine Many for feare and more for hunger straine The musick of their pliant giddy passion To any humour of Mecaenas fashion Yet some impression I must needs admit Seeing whole Families and Hamblets sit Like Israel by Euphrate discontent As if his absence were their banishment I therefore did unto the Funerall show If not a Party yet Spectator goe There was the much lamented herse let down In hope of resurrection to a crown In silent vault confin'd with worms and dust Where marble must consume and iron rust Whence we expect a glorious release For th' seeds corruption tendeth to increase But when I saw the mournful Dowager Like Mary Magdalen by th' Sepulcher Fixing her eyes upon the greedy grave Which humane flesh unsatisfi'd doth crave As if in that cold bed she 'd rather lye Then part with her old loving company When Children Nephews Kinsmen there stood dumb Like Images to deck the dead Knights Tomb I could not then refraine but these tears lent As drops to th' Sea their sorrow to augment Sure he was very good who when life fayl'd Left so much wealth behind and 's yet bewayl'd Whose heir can slightly look upon his gold And wish't i th' live Testators hand untold But grieve not Sirs nor envie him his mind He 's far above what he hath left behind Nathaniel is not dead but was entic'd To leave his Fig-tree for to follow Christ Edmund Vnderwood A Funerall Elegie on the Right Worshipfull Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston WHen Abner dy'd King David then could say A great man fell in Israel that day But how may we lament to see Gods hand Thus snatch this great and good man from our Land This our right Worthy Sir Nathaniel Who did not suffer guile in him to dwel But when our giddy-headed Nation run After strange Meteors he most like the Sun Kept on his course in Justice Truth and Right And shin'd more clearly in this sable night Rend now your hearts and be confounded all That love the truth at Barnardistons fall When such strong pillars from the Church are ta'ne VVhat can we judge in reason to remaine But desolation yet great Jove can still Extract much good from greatest sence of ill Near forty years hath he most glorious been In strengthning vertue and suppressing sin Of all that knew him was he most renown'd And now by God that made him is he crown'd And in immortal glory shall remaine Until that day that all shal rise againe And then with Christ his Saviour shal appear To judge all those that were Apostates here John Soame Gent. An Elegie on the much lamented death of Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston VVEre I indued with that learned skil To mourn thy doleful death with such a quil As might it grave in lines as faire as those Thou wrot'st thy noble life in and compose Each sillable by so exact a square As that whereby thy actions formed were Then

might I such an Elegie invent As should thy death unto the life lament Then such sad accents such a doleful verse I might breath forth as might become the herse Of a Nathaniel and might fully tell How sad 's the death of one that liv'd so well How as th' Inamorato of Sol's ray The Heliotrope which in the lightsome day Displayes its widest beauty to his light Doth closed mourn his absence in the night So doth the Country which with great desire VVont to receive th' influence of that fire Of prudent Piety which from thy brest Sent forth most glittering rayes but now th' art blest Else-where with light more glorious and dear Lament thy setting in our Haemisphear But 't is an Art my ruder Pen can't reach To mourn thee as becomes and so to teach Strangers to know thy pious worth and see How great a joy all good men lost in thee Besides to speake so highly in thy praise As thy true worth requires may chance to raise In some mens mindes mistrust of flattery And thy due praise be thought Hyperboly But since perhaps it might be thought a crime Now to be wholly dumb at such a time When so renown'd a Heroe cals to speake Somewhat I 'le say though but in accents weak And yet but little wil I speake and that Not in thy praise Reader do'st start hereat The reason 's this Not that I envie thee That which is known of all thy due to be But that thy worth far doth my Pen transcend And he that poorly praise doth discommend Not to disparage then thy worth in Layes Too meane by far for thy deserved praise All that I le say is only this to tell Thy worth needs not my praise 't is known so well Ralph Garnons M. A. On the Right Worshipful and ever honoured Knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston A Grave a Funeral my Muse no toyes Become this Scene no fancies like decoyes To tangle Readers in a pleasing maze Of lofty words wrapt in Luxuriant phrase These are not seasonable now our verse Can nought else speake or think of but a herse That Macedonian Trumpet that did bring Memento mori to a mighty King Instead of Ave Phillip late hath brought Vs doleful newes a sad disastrous thought Stand off come not too near give aire give breath I faint to speake of late unweildy death Snatcht not a Philip but Nathaniel hence An Israelite that of no guile had sence One whose rare piety that 's much admir'd Speake him an earthly Angel though attir'd In Robes of Flesh one of a higher mind Then could to lower regions be confin'd Whose heaven-born soul did still in contemplation Passe o're those heavenly joyes whose adumbration He fully now enjoyes those pleasing shades In sweet Elysi'um where joy never fades Those Hills of Solyma where purest streams Make glad the region of that Sun whose beams Those healing wings continually refresh The Sacred Pilgrim when dis-rob'd of flesh There rests this holy Saint what heretofore He could but see in part and wish for more H' ath now attain'd O rare state of perfection The end of hope joyes center Saints election Nor did his strict religion onely speak His Peerless worth which we alas poor weak And crazy mortals knew not how to prize But he had gifts more obvious to our eyes Love to his Country whose affairs he minded With so great care that none but envy-blinded Can cease condoling him whose name who hears In future times shall steep himself in tears And like sad Niob ' standing o'er his Tomb Shall kiss the Earth in whose most happy Womb He lies inclos'd and to his sacred Urn As to a Delphick Oracle shall turn But stop my Muse his V●rtues so transcend Thy weak expression that perhaps i' th' end Thy minde may be mis-deem'd and some may raise An argument against thee from thy praise Better forbear to speak then speaking wrong The harmless dead to whom all praise belong Condole we then his loss his Vertues pass Prais'd by themselves engrav'd in firmest Brass Which time shall ne'er wear out nor malice blot But Fame shall render blameless without spot Yet this admit the more his Vertues shone Our loss the greater and the more our moan O for a Mount of Tears to sleep upon Acis or Biblis for a Helicon But wishes boot not clear we then our eyes He 's singing now triumphant Elegies Whil'st we poor mortals groveling here below Fall short of that his praise we fain would show This onely dare we own that for his Herse If fancy fail yet grief hath made a Verse Abrah Garnons M. A. The Offering of an Infant-Muse to the Memory of Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston YOu Sager Heads that do attend this Herse Accept the Homage of a Yonglings Verse Tears are griefs rhetorick and a Childe though weak Knows how to weep before it learns to speak I have my end although my stile be rude Who do not study wit but gratitude This Noble Gentleman when first I came Into the world bestow'd on me my Name Now he hath lately left the world shall I Foolishly modest suffer his to die What though far abler Pens applaud him yet They meant to pay their own and not my debt His prayers for and favors to me shown No other Muse proclaims besides my own Which though a new-Born spark yet such a Name May quickly mount it up into a flame A Name wherein you nothing mean can spy His Birth Place Person Graces all were high Whilest here But now he in those heights doth dwell That nothing but an Angels tongue can tell My Infant-Muse opprest with such bright glory Leaves flaming Seraphims to write his story Nath. Owen Anno Aetat. 12o Obsequies to the Memory of Sir Nath. Barnardiston Kt. GIve leave my Friends unto this sable Herse To offer up a Tributary Verse Even such as love and sorrow shall suggest Sorrow ne'er made good Poet Love the best O! how much rather if th'all ordering hand Of Providence Divine which none withstand Had so dispos'd I would have brought this day My salutary vows but now the way To joy 's shut up The scene which whylome we Thought Comick now ends in a Tragedy Where were yee Galen and Hippocrates Thou Paracelsus who didst vainly please Thy self to boast with thine Elixar's art To make a man immortal could'st that part Have acted here or some years lusters more Have added to his lives lease on this score Like loyal Romans for Augustus we A during statue to thy memory Would have erected grav'd thy name in Brass Lasting to ages glory But alas Nor Themison nor Aesculapius Machaon thou nor Podalirius Mongst the Galenick Nation though you be Cheif Doctors could you bring a remedy To supersede this fate That hand that gave This wound Achilles like could onely save Then which no other weapon-salve I know Nor universal medicine here below He 's therefore gone and we alive to see The Monument of our mortality His

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