thou been Rome's thy supererogation Had rais'd a stock of merits for our Nation But thou ' art ours I joy I live to know I had a friend good men shall reverence so Henricus Spilmanus Eques auratus hic jacet cujus solertissimae industriae non minus Ecclesia debet quam Respublica Brittanorum namque Saxonum nostrorum mores Concilia Leges etiam amissa nobis restituit Nec in se magis quam Prole Faelix Obiit Anno Salutis 1642. Upon his Noble Friend Colonell Slanning HEre Slanning lies who was the second best Brave Greenefields rivall Vesper of the West As Pompey was to Caesar so would he None should his equall but a Caesar bee For when he heard how bravely Greenfield fell He would not over-live his paralell But covetous of as brave a death as he He crowned his with glorious loyaltie Of all the West the King had no two friends More really his more glorious in their ends An Elegy for my dear Godson and Nephew Henry Morton Sonne to my good brother Sir George Morton Baronet HAve you observ'd a Cedar wonderous straight Admired for its freshnesse youth and heigth Cut down before it came to its full growth Such the proportions were of this sweet youth And such his fortune loyall to the Crowne Scarce writing man though man enough cut down I must confesse brave youth thou hast made good My share both in thy name and loyall blood The first I gave thee that 's thy name the other Thy blood my sister was thy vertuous Mother A Mother worthy of so brave a Sonne If heavenly soules know what on earth is done Her 's would rejoyce that thou could'st so improve So small a stock of time to purchasse love And die so rich in that and reputation Thou wert an honour to thy blood and Nation All this in noble Morton was lies here A name will force from every eye a teare Nay from the souldiers heart knowes not to weep Yet know he is not dead he doth but sleep As souldiers being alarum'd rub their eyes So when the trump shall blow Morton must rise Not to a battell there no more shall be But to triumphant glorious victory The crown of glory such as Martyrs there Are crowned with shall loyall Morton weare An Elegy upon my honoured friends and Countreymen the valiant Collonels Howard Heron Fenwick Lumpton Claverin and Carnaby FIrst high born Howard to Heron led the way Fenwick and Lampton both fell on one day Brave Claverin's heart was burst with griefe that he Without revenge should their survivor be The next to these stout Carnaby he fell To make the number a just paralell Six braver men then these the fruitfull North Of Martiall spirits in one age near brought forth If we may nature check without offence Shee was too prodigall in her expence Six such brave men to be borne in one age And fall so soone must some sad fate presage Had these six liv'd the King had had no need T' have rais'd the South-parts to make good the Tweede These six I dare say had secur'd it more Then Rome did with her Legions heretofore Had Claverin liv'd t'have been their generall H' had more secur'd the North-parts then that wall Severus rais'd so high had it still stood The presence of these six had been as good But those same sinnes which cut of these I feare Will make the passes over Trent as cleare Our sinnes have brought in strangers heretofore As friends proud conquerours and may do once more An Elegy upon the right honourable the Countesse of Dorset DOrset is dead even she who could support Unenvied power and honour in a Court Who by a wise King was plac'd there to be The Tutresse of his Royall Progeny Shee for the Mirrour of the Court might passe Who ever lookt vertue reflected was This Glasse was wrought and polisht with that skill That would reflect still truth but nothing ill She by sweet Gravity reproved youth As God does lying by his stedfast Truth High Close Committee proofe her vertues were A Spanish Inquisition she could beare Should both the Houses joyn should they advance That powerfull Engine cald their Ordinance And rayse a Battery I dare undertake It scarcely would the least impression make Into her Honour for her vertues were Above the proofe of that strange Engine farre No pen is so Malignant will not write The Vertuous Lady was her Epithite Hic jacet Comitissa Dorsetiae animae corporis fortunae dotibus clara marito chara mundo pro liberis provida nec minus suis benigna filiis foelix fama foeliciâ—r sed fide foelicissima Sic Vixit etiam in Aula ut Aulicâ—s vivere Principes mori doceat In this mean Grave which scarce appeares A Lady lies embalmd in Teares That you may know these Teares to prize They were distild from Princes eyes Committed to this Ladies Care Who in the losse had greatest share Poore Princes you have lost much more Then you could value heretofore Your Father stranger to his crowne Scarce to his own deare children knowne Nay which is worse then this you are Deprived of your mothers care What loyall heart reads what 's writ here Can chuse but sacrifice a teare I must confesse when this I writ With loyall teares I watered it To think how glorious I have seen My royall Soveraign and his Queen And to think how some now endeavour These two whom Heaven hath joynd to sever T is Heavens Decree it must be so This is our faith and this we know They both are pious God is just The Cause is his and there 's my trust Vpon Francis Quarles I Must confesse that I am one of those Admire a Fancy more in Verse then Prose Yet thou in both workst on my judgement so I scarce know which to choose which to let go As if Platonick transmigrations were The Harp of David still me thinks I heare Thy powerfull Muse hath so strong influence Vpon my troubled Soule and every Sense For when thou Solomons mystick strayns dost sing Thy Muse then speaks the language of that King And when thou undertakst the Kings just Cause Thy strength is such thy Reasons binde like Lawes This doth thy reason and thy loyalty prayse That crowns thy Statues with eternall bayes Thy muse hath raisd a Monument for thee Thy prose a Pyramid of loyalty Thy memory shall be precious here below Whilst men the use of sacred learning know Thy soule is with thy deare beloved Kings And there with them new Halelujahs sings Upon a true contented Prisoner VVHat 's liberty it should be so desir'd 'T is only when deni'd to men admir'd W' are more displeased with the least negative Than pleas'd with all that God to man can give We are scarcely pleasd with Gods great'st blessings health And liberty unlesse God give us wealth A little tooth-ach a fit of the stone Or gowt destroys them and all these are gone We are imprisoned in
any good man or woman shee breaks it in the egge and will not give it the reputation of credit much lesse of report if any uncertain good she had rather beleeve it then question it so she makes her worst neighbours better and her good she improves In bargaines for her husband she rather makes a wise bargaine then a crafty she had rather save then circumvent the loves not to hide leven in the lump of her husbands fortune nor dares trust her stock with laying up what Oppression must make good againe She likes not gilded pills she knowes they may prove too Cathartick In a word the State suffers what her husband gaines that she wanted the power of a greater man to doe more good since her will is answerable to the best and her wisdome not inferiour to her will You City-dames who imitate Court-Ladies in their greatest state Learne but the dresse which here you have You may much cost and labour save And be esteemed better far Nay honoured more then Ladies are Then thank my Country which hath lent Your City such a president XII A sharking Committee-man Is one trusted with more then he is worth he is like Ezechiels lesser wheele moved by the greater if he doe discharge his trust yet there may be Treason in it if not there must be knavery He reads the Turkish History with passion when he considers the great Turks policy to imploy greedy slaves and the cunningest in the places of greatest profit that he may satisfie his people with his justice and get all that by escheat which hee had heaped by oppression Hee feares not God so much as the people doe him who sacrifice to him as the Indians to the Devill ne noceat He hath still in his bosome the horror of two dayes of Judgement the one at Westminster which he fears more then the last when ever it come The faces of the Committee for Examinations are more dreadfull to his sense then the thought of the last day to his â—eared conscience His Antidote is a Paramount friend of the Quorum and if he faile him he is a lost man No Sheriffe was ever quicker with his Elegit then he with his Capias for Body Goods and Lands which they call a Sequestration though the party may justly plead the Statute of this Parliament in barre of his oppression if the priviledge of person or propriety of goods were as really intended as pretended yet he fears no futura contingentia but his Paramounts favour in which he hath no more terme then Villains have in Villanage during pleasure that is Dum bene se gesserit in omnibus He heaps wealth to purchase favour and gets that to purchase wealth with which he buyes his Heire a Command and in conclusion gets a Garrison of ease where he and his Cub may kennell and like the Fox retreats to his hole when he is hunted this will make his peace if well managed with either party In a word if ever he come to a Jury his countenance will cast him for that is as full of guilt as his conscience of horror He who hath the least skill in Phisiognomie shall finde furcam in fronte or crucem in facie and if any cast his nativity and will be at the charge of a Scheame you shall finde Saturne and Mars in conjunction in the house of Mercurie all malignant yet he a sincere Professor alias a knave in graine or a Traitor gradibus intensis XIII Britanicus his pedigree A fatall prediction of his end I Dare affirme him a Jew by descent and of the Tribe of Benjamin lineally descended from the first King of the Jewes even Saul or at best he ownes him and his Tribe in most we reade of them First of our English Tribes I conceive his Fathers the lowest and the meanest of that Tribe Stocke or generation and the worst how bad soever they be melancholly he is as appeares by his sullen and dogged wit malicious as Saul to David as is evident in his writings he wants but Sauls javelin to cast at him he as little spares the Kings Friends with his pen as Saul did Jonathan his Sonne in his reproach and would be as free of his javelin as his pen were his power sutable to his will as Ziba did to Mephibosheth so does he by the King he belies him as much to the world as he his Master to David and in the day of adversitie is as free of his tongue as Shimei was to his Soveraigne and would be as humble as he and as forward to meet the King as he was David should the King returne in peace Abishaes there cannot want to cut off the Dogs head but David is more mercifull then Shimei can be wicked may he first consult with the witch of Endor but not worthy of so noble a death as his owne sword die the death of Achitophel for feare of David then may he be hangd up as the Sonnes of Saul were against the Sunne or rather as the Amalekites who slew Isbâ—sheth and brought tidings and the tokens of the treason to David may his hands and his feet be as sacrifices cut off and hung up and so pay for the Treasons of his pen and tongue May all heads that plot Treasons all tongues that speake them all pens that write them be so punisht If Sheba paid his head for his tongues fault what deserves Britanicus to pay for his pen and trumpet Is there never a wise woman in London we have Abishaes XIIII The Phaenix of the Court IS a Ladie whose birth and beautie called her to the Court as fit to attend Majestie yet her vertues and discretion fixt more honour upon her then either though admired for the one as much honoured for the other Though her beautie like Hellens might beget a war in competition yet these command a reverence as much as those inforce affection her words hold waight as well as her actions she waighes them before she utters them much more her actions which are twice waighed and give authoritie to others and are rather admired then imitated yet ought as well to be imitated as admired for her companie it is if voluntarie such as she would be thought to be her reall devotion is canonicall in relation to order if occasion fail not and to her self yet none more duly observes the assigned houres for Gods Worship her frequent attendance on Gods service is not enjoyned as a penance but spontaneous not with hope of merit for that spoils and prejudices even charitie which is the seasoning of our workes but lookes upon mercie with humilitie rather then merit with confidence for she workes her salvation out of the fire with feare and trembling yet she wants not a graine of lively faith nor charitie the one assuring her Soule the other the world of that happinesse which neither the subtiltie nor malice of the wicked or their master can rob her of nor the world take from
her As for her dresse she had rather owne any infirmitie either in colour shape or feature then cover them with an undecent much lesse an immodest attire though her judgement even in this be like the royall stamp to bullion which gives it reputation and denomination and makes it currant so doth her approbation any fashion In a word she is honoured of those she reverences and reverenc'd by those she loves she had rather know her self truly wise then be thought so yet would not onely be vertuous but be esteemed so she knows there may be envie in the first without cause and dishonour in the other without reason Come Ladies you at deare rates buy The French wash and Italian dye All you who paint they say will trade Here is true beautie will not fade Looke well into this right Court glasse And learne by it your selves to dresse AN ELEGIE Vpon the Right Honourable The Earle of LINDSEY 1. GReat Lindsey's falne yet did not fall by chance For Sparrowes fall not but by Providence What are our sinnes when such as Lindsey fall One who so often had been Generall One nere deceiv'd our hopes by Sea or Land And had been now as glorious in Command Had our Reserve of Horse as bravely stood To their great Charge as Lindsey made it good But they pursue the chase therefore we may And justly too say they lost us the day Sure their Commission was not left so large That a Reserve without Command should Charge For a Reserve for safe Retreat should stand And should not stir without expresse Command Their Zeale to honour and the Kings just Cause Might make brave men forget strict Martiall Lawes So Lindsey fell as when the Phenix lyes In her rich Urne another doth arise Even from her ashes So from Lindsey's grave Another Phenix we or Lindsey have A gallant man and of most noble parts As great a Master of his trade as hearts But the old Phenix in his Martiall heat Did great Gustavus past his Cannon beat With reverence yet old Christian speaks his name Then boasts from Danish blood the English came Wee must acknowledge and confesse t is true The Normans their discent from Rollo drew And Rollo was a Dane by birth yet wee Thought Lindsey mongst the Danes as brave as he And we beleeve that our young Lindsey rather Improves his stocke then borrowes from his Father Hic jacet Robertus Bartu Baro Willoughby Dominus de Ersby Comes de Snidsey Magnus Angliae Camerarius apud Edghill Serenissimi Regis Caroli {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} A turmis EquituÌ„ in regis presidiuÌ„ relictus in prelio vulneratus etiam ad mortem sed non sine Victoria cecidit An Elegy upon the right Honourable the Earle of Northampton I Must acknowledge now I love thee more When thou art not then ere I did before The love wherewith I living loved thee Is changd to honour of thy memory As rarifi'd ayre turns to the purest fire So what I lately lov'd I now admire Many professe they for the King would die Thou for his sake didst offered life deny Thou wouldst not beg but Martyrdom command They offered what thou wouldst not understand There 's not a hayre which from thy head was torn And in despite to Loyalty was worn In Triumph not a wound to thee was given But they are in the black Records of Heaven And when the Grand Inquest for blood shall come They must strike Tallies for thy Martyrdom How many Scotch Bawbies cast in account Would to the Talents David left amount For if wee reckon wee cannot go lesse Then this proportion this they must confesse They noble loyall blood I dare be bold Compar'd with theirs will this proportion hold What disadvantage hath our Cause since we Become such loosers by a Victory Hic jacet Spencer Dominus Compton Comes Northamptontae progenie nobilis Conjugio foelix filiis utrisque dignus qui sanguineo regi fidelitatem martyrio obsignivit Nec magno Gustavo dissimilis victor in praelio juxta Stafford per infortunium cecidit Anno salutis 1644. An Elegy upon the right Honourable the Earle of Kingston KIngston thy losse was Epidemicall It was indeed a generall losse to all I will not name thy Ladies interest Childrens nor servants theirs were farre the least Though I dare say thus much for all the three Th 'ave lost as much as in a friend could be No better husband liv'd nor kinder father Nor nobler master joyning these together I speak the losse but as it did relate To God his Church the King and to the State For his Religion it was pure and sound And no man better understood his ground A Protestant he liv'd a Martyr dy'd Professing truth his truth by death was try'd This I dare say the King had none more able Nor really loyall at his Councell Table Of brave resolves and of a publick spirit Who knew him best knew he conceald his merit Discreet he was and providently wise Kinde to his friends and faithfull in advise No man his Countrey better understood Nor was more apt to do it reall good Though he was rich I dare pronounce him just No man was more religious in his trust Nor better understood this kingdomes Lawes Yet he with noble blood durst seal the Cause Nor would great Kingston in the Cause have dyed Had he not been in Conscience satisfyed As well as Law These two hee durst not sever Since God in this Cause joynd them both together Hic jacet Robertus Comes de Kingston ortu nobilis conjugio nobilior sed prole nobilissimus {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} An Elegy upon the right Honourable the Earle of Carnarvan HEre lies the highest Fancy of our Times Who Lucian like could sharply scourge our crimes Whose wit Mercuriall was high and sublime So near ceration ' â—wanted only time For he had all our Artists could require To mâ—ke th' Elixar matter art and fire All three sublimed to as great a heigth As Art and Nature could and all set right Thus near perfection brave Carnarvan fell Who left behinde him scarce a paralell If men shall rise in judgement then I fear This loyall Lord shall condemn many a Peere Who more obliged to the King then he Have scarce returnd or thanks or loyalty Hic jacet Comes de Carnarvan Baro Dormar Mercurio magnus sed Marti major qui vitam hanc in Regis causa cum armis deposuit vulnere sed nobili ictus heu cecidit invictus An Elegy for the Princely Brothers of the Illustrious Duke of Lenox STay passer by and fix thine eye Oh see who here Intomb'd doth lye Three Brethren of Illustrious birth Loyall as ever breathed on earth Stuarts and of the Noblest blood But more because they made it good I dare pronounce their deaths as loyall As was their births and actions Royall Mistake mee not it is their dust Not they
Hutton Miles praenobilis Iustissimique patris ejusdem nominis filius togatus Prior ban◠obiit senectute famâ foelix patriae charus in pace Marti dicatus alter Regi fidelis apud praelium juxta Sherburne in patria propria nec minus patriae quam Regi charus in Regis causa Bello heu sed civili cecidit Upon the truly noble and valiant Sir Bevell Greenfield Knight I Lov'd thee dearly Brother I confesse And shall I now begin to love thee lesse Thy death was truly noble as thy blood Had not this beene so that had made it good Thy Grandsire had a Noble Spanish grave And to thy name a stock of Honour gave Were our Chronology lost Spaine for her glory Will in her Annals write thy Grandsires story We must confesse a Gallant man we lost But let Spaine speak how deare the victory cost I' have heard the Donnes themselves confesse it here They scarce would buy a Navie now so deare Neptunes in 's bounds near saw a bloodier fight He never fear'd so much to loose his right The Proverb was made true the Sea then burn'd And all the Elements to fire were turn'd The fearefull fishes fled into the deep The unweeldy Whale then an even course could keep With the swift Dolphin they could not endure That horid fight nor think themselves secure Neptunes Sea-mantle was turn'd Scarlet then Stain'd with the precious blood of dying men This was thy Gransire yet we understand Thy Noble death as glorious was by land For thou hast added to thy Grandsires blood And made that better which before was good Hic jacet Dominus Benellus Greenfield miles sanguine clarus Deo Regi fidus ad aras Amicis patriae charus Devoniae gloria perpetuà dignus historiâ An Elegy upon the Honourable his noble friend and Countreyman Sir William Evers BRave Evers men were borne to die we know How happy wert thou then who couldst die so That when thou didst this troublesome life lay down Thou could'st exchange thy Helmet for a Crown And with the ' xchange couldst so enrich thy blood To make that better was before so good Thy blood was noble that we knew before But all men must confesse that now 't is more Thy loyall death being added makes it mount As figures enrich cyphers in accompt If heavenly souls knew ought of earthly blisse Thy happy soule would then rejoyce in this Few who are now with thee in heaven above Have left behind a greater stock of Iove Yet you in stock of loyall honour were Thought to be richer then in that by farre What would a soule have more then he'vens joyes there And such a stock of love and honour here When such a life shall such a death precede We need no prayers nor offerings for the dead Hic jacet Gulielmus Evers Vitâ sanguine fidelitate clarus qui Equitum turmacum praefectus apud Hessam juxta Eborarum in Regis causa cecidit sic Martyrii Corona meruit aureola sed certius à nobis aeterna meruit memoria A remembrance dedicated to his noble friends and Allies Sir Thomas Metham and Sir William Wentworth who were slaine at Marston Moore neare York SInce you two durst so bravely die together My Muse dares not presume such friends to sever I am no stranger to the noble blood Ranne in your vaines I know few have so good Yet you have gone the Chymists subtile way And have by death improv'd your blood wee say Chymists the noblest vegetives destroy Before they can their quintessence enjoy Your bloods you two have quintessenced now We to your memories reverence must allow You have with honour both your lives laid down And shall be stiled Martyrs for the Crown And in your Graves you shall that honour have Which glorious Martyrs merit in the grave An Elegy upon the truly noble and valiant Sir John Smith HEe who a Romane Citizen could save From being made prisoner was by Law to have A Civick Crown which he might justly beare As a distinction and at Triumphs weare So thankfull was wise Rome in her reward And to her Citizens had such regard What Honour then what value and esteeme Was due to him the Eagles could redeeme Our Royall Standard at Edgehill was lost At least engag'd so that much blood it cost Yet this brave man made him who got it know What duty Subjects to that Standard owe Have you e're seen a chafed Lyon stand With Hunters vext and gall'd on every hand Whilst all the Hunters various wayes contrive To take this Lyon if they can alive So gall'd so vext our noble Champion stood The English earth dy'd with rebellious blood Whilst none within the Lists presumes to enter Least he should pay too deare for his adventure At last resolv'd he cuts himselfe a way Not through meane Troops but Regiments they say Then straight he doth this welcome present bring This new redeemed Prisoner to the King The King doth both himselfe and service right He with that sword had serv'd him made him Knight Would this were written in the hearts of Kings Both Peace and Warre are manag'd by two things 'T is Punishment and just Rewards that are The Weights and Ballance both of Peace and Warre From Noble Houses he and Loyall came Marcham he was by blood and Smith by Name But he made better what before was good I meane his Loyall name and Noble blood Hic jacet Dominus Johannes Smith sanguine satis nobili natus qui Regis insignia etiam capta Regi sed non sine Caede restituit fidelis in bello heu civili dolo cecidit circumventus An Elegy for Sir Henry Spilmam Knight VVHilst thou yet livedst Spilman I honoured thee I reverence now thy sacred memory Ther 's none I know hath written heretofore Who hath oblig'd this Church and Kingdome more Thou hast deriv'd nay prov'd our Church as high As Rome can boast and giv'n her pride the lie Thou hast the series of her story shown So hast o're us her Hirarchy o'rethrown I read thy books and I admire thy soule Thy daring soule that durst proud Rome controule Thou with their own Authorities dost prove That which they would but never shall remove Thou prov'dst that Gregories Monke found Bishops here Durst check his pride who after Martyrs were Who held the rites and customes of the Fast Which Polycarpus durst approve the best Who twice to Rome as an Officiall came To fix that feast which now we must not name Thou 'st prov'd our Church as glorious as Romes For Doctrine Discipline and Martyrdomes Thou 'st prov'd to us the mighty power of Kings In calling councells even in spirituall things And temporall rights the Churches pedigree Her frequent councels even in Brittany As a choyce piece of evidence a story Which we may stile great Brittaines chiefest glory The Brittish Church our Kings owe this to thee Shall we not reverence then thy memory Had'st