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A84333 An elegie on the most reverend father in God VVilliam lord Arch-bishop of Canterbury; attatched [sic] the 18. of Decemb. 1640. Beheaded the 10. of Ianuary 1644. 1645 (1645) Wing E426; Thomason E271_8; ESTC R212209 3,914 11

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AN ELEGIE ON THE Most Reverend Father in God VVILLIAM LORD ARCH-BISHOP OF CANTERBVRY Attatched the 18. of Decemb. 1640. Beheaded the 10. of Ianuary 1644. Printed 1644. AN ELEGIE ON THE MOST REVEREND Father in God WILLIAM Lord Arch-Bishop of Canterbury Attatched the 18. of Decemb. 1640. Beheaded the 10. of Jan. 1644. Most Reverend Martyr THou since thy thick Afflictions first begun Mak'st Dioclesian's dayes all Calme and Sun And when thy Tragick Annals are compil'd Old Persecutions shall be Pitty stil'd The Stake and Faggot shall be Temp'rate names And Mercy weare the Character of Flames Men knew not then Thrift in the Martyrs breath Nor weav'd their lives into a foure years Death Few ancient Tyrants doe our stories Taxe That slew first by Delayes then by the Axe But these Tiberius like alone doe crye 'T is to be Reconcil'd to let Thee Dye Observe we then a while into what Maze Compasse and Circle they contrive Delaies What Turnes and wild Perplexities they chose Ere they can forge their slander and Accuse The Sun hath now brought his warme Chariot back And rode his Progresse round the Zodiack When yet no Crime appeares when none can tell Where thy guilt sleeps nor when 't will break the shell Why is His shame deferr'd what is' t that bring 's Your Iustice back spoyles Vengeance of her Wings Hath mercy seaz'd you will you rage no more Are Winds grown tame have seas forgot to Roare No a Wild fiercenesse hath your minds possest Which time and sinnes must cherish and digest You durst not now let His cleer Blood be spilt You were not yet grown up to such a guilt You try if Age if seaventy years can Kill Then y'have your Ends and you are Harmlesse still But when this fail'd you doe your Paths enlarge But would not yet whole Innocence discharge You 'l not be Divell All you fain would prove Good at faire distance within some Remove Vertue hath sweets which are good Mens due gaine Which Vice would not Deserve yet would Retaine This was the Cause why once it was your Care That Stormes and Tempests in your sin might share You did engage the Waves and strongly stood To make the Water Guilty of His Blood Boats are dispatcht in Hast and 't is His doome Not to His charge but to His shipwrack come Fond men your cruell Project cannot doe Tempests and stormes must learne to Kill from you When this came short He must Walk Pilgrimage No Coach not mule that may Sustaine His Age Must trace the City now a Desart rude And combate salvage Beasts the multitude But when his Guardian Innocence can fling A we round about and save Him by that Ring When the Just cause can fright the Beast away And make the Tyger tremble at her Prey When neither Waves dare seize Him nor the Rout The storme with Reason nor the storme without Lost in these streights when Plots have Vanquisht bin And sin perplext hath no Reliefe but sin Agents and Instruments now on you fall You must be Iudges People Waves and All Yet ' cause the Rout will have 't perform'd by you And long to see done what they dare not Doe You pur the Crime to use it swels your Heape Your sin 's your Wealth nor are you Guilty cheape You Husband All there 's no Appearance lost Nor comes He once to th' Barre but at their cost A Constant Rate well Taxt and Levied right And a Iust value set upon each sight At last they finde the Dayes by their own purse Lesse known from Him then what they do disburse But when it now strikes High for Him t' appeare And Chapmen see the Bargaine is grown deere They Muster hands and their hot suits enlarge Not to pursue the Man but save the Charge Then least you loose their Custome a just feare Selling your sinnes and others Blood too deare You grant their suits the Manner and the Time And He must Dye for what no Law call's crime Th' Afflicted Martyrs when their paines began Their Trajan had or Dioclesian Their Tortures weare some Colour and Proceed Though from no guilt yet ' cause they disagreed What League what Friendship there They could not joyne And fix the Ark and Dagon in one Shrine Faith combats Faith and how agree can they That still goe on but still a severall way Zeale Martyr's Zeale Heate ' gainst Heate Conspires As Theban Brothers fight though in their fires Yet as two diffrent Starres unite their Beames And Rivers mingle Waves and mix their Streames And though they challenge each a severall Name Conspire because their moisture is the same So Parties knit though they be diverse knowne The men are many but the Christians one Trajan no Trajan was to his owne Heard And Tygers are not by the Tygers fear'd What strange excesse then what 's that menstrous Power When flames doe flames and streames doe streams devoure Where the same faith ' g●inst the same faith doth knock And sheep are wolves to sheep of the same flock Where Protestant the Protestant defies Where both Assent yet one for Dissent dyes Let those that doubt this through his Actions Wade Where some must needs Convince All may per swade Was He Apostate who your Champion stood Bath'd in His Inke before as now in Blood He that unwindes the subtile Iesuit That Feels the Serpents Teeth and is not Bit Vnties the snake findes each Mysterious knot And turnes the Poyson into Antidott Doth Nicety with Nicety undoe And makes the Labyrinth the Labyrinth's clew That sleight by sleight subdues and cleerly proves Truth hath her Serpents too as well as Doves Now you that blast His Innocence Survey And view the Triumphs of this Glorious day Could you if that might be if you should come To seale God's cause with your own Martyrdome Could all the Blood whose tydes move in your veines Which then perhaps were Blood but now is staines Yeeld it that Force and strength which it hath took Should we except His Blood from this His Booke Your Flame or Axe would lesse evince to Men Your Block and Stake would prop lesse then his Pen Is He Apostate whom the Baites of Rome Cannot seduce though all her Glories come Whom all her specious Honours cannot hold Who Hates the snare although the Hook be Gold Who Prostituted Titles can despise And from despised Titles greater Rise Whom Names cannot Amuse but feats withall The Protestant above the Cardinall Who sure to His own soule doth scorne to find A Crimson cap the Purchase of His mind Who is not Great may blame his Fates Offence Who would not be is Great in 's Conscience Next these His Sweat and Care how to advance The Church but to Her Just inheritance How to gaine back her Own yet none Beguile And make her Wealth her purchase nor her spoile Then shape Gods worship to a joynt consent 'Till when the seamlesse Coat must still be Rent Then to Repaire the shrines as Breaches sprung