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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A96944	Characters and elegies. By Francis VVortley, Knight and Baronet.	Wortley, Francis, Sir, 1591-1652.	1646 (1646)	Wing W3634; Thomason E344_21; ESTC R200973	32,406	78

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 ●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 Isb●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

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 foelici●r sed fide foelicissima Sic Vixit etiam in Aula ut Aulic●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