new Answers the touch in Notes more sad more true She lest He grieve hides what She can her pains And He to lessen hers his Sorrow feigns Yet both perceiv'd yet both conceal'd their Skills And so diminishing increast their ills That whether by each others grief they fell Or on their own redoubled none can tell And now Eliza's purple Locks were shorn Where She so long her Fathers fate had worn And frequent lightning to her Soul that flyes Devides the Air and opens all the Skyes And now his Life suspended by her breath Ran out impetuously to hasting Death Like polish'd Mirrours so his steely Brest Had ev'ry figure of her woes exprest And with the damp of her last Gasps obscur'd Had drawn such staines as were not to be cur'd Fate could not either reach with single stroke But the dear Image fled the Mirrour broke Who now shall tell us more of mournful Swans Of Halcyons kind or bleeding Pelicans No downy breast did ere so gently beat Or fan with airy plumes so soft an heat For he no duty by his height excus'd Nor though a Prince to be a Man refus'd But rather then in his Eliza's pain Not love not grieve would neither live nor reign And in himself so oft immortal try'd Yet in compassion of another dy'd So have I seen a Vine whose lasting Age Of many a Winter hath surviv'd the rage Under whose shady tent Men ev'ry year At its rich bloods expence their Sorrows chear If some dear branch where it extends its life Chance to be prun'd by an untimely knife The Parent-Tree unto the Grief succeeds And through the Wound its vital humour bleeds Trickling in watry drops whose flowing shape Weeps that it falls ere fix'd into a Grape So the dry Stock no more that spreading Vine Frustrates the Autumn and the hopes of Wine A secret Cause does sure those Signs ordain Fore boding Princes falls and seldom vain Whether some Kinder Pow'rs that wish us well What they above cannot prevent foretell Or the great World do by consent presage As hollow Seas with future Tempests rage Or rather Heav'n which us so long foresees Their fun'rals celebrate while it decrees But never yet was any humane Fate By nature solemniz'd with so much state He unconcern'd the dreadful passage crost But oh what pangs that Death did Nature cost First the great Thunder was shot off and sent The Signal from the starry Battlement The Winds receive it and its force out-do As practising how they could thunder too Out of the Binders Hand the Sheaves they tore And thrash'd the Harvest in the airy floore Or of huge Trees whose growth with his did rise The deep foundations open'd to the Skyes Then heavy Showres the winged Tempests dead And pour the Deluge ore the Chaos head The Race of warlike Horses at his Tomb Offer themselves in many an Hecatomb With pensive head towards the ground they fall And helpless languish at the tainted Stall Numbers of Men decrease with pains unknown And hasten not to see his Death their own Such Tortures all the Elements unfix'd Troubled to part where so exactly mix'd And as through Air his wasting Spirits flow'd The Universe labour'd beneath their load Nature it seem'd with him would Nature vye He with Eliza It with him would dye He without noise still travell'd to his End As silent Suns to meet the Night descend The Stars that for him fought had only pow'r Left to determine now his fatal Hour Which since they might not hinder yet they cast To chuse it worthy of his Glories past No part of time but bore his mark away Of honour all the Year was Cromwell's day But this of all the most auspicious found Twice had in open field him Victor crown'd When up the armed Mountains of Dunbar He march'd and through deep Severn ending war What day should him eternize but the same That had before immortaliz'd his Name That so who ere would at his Death have joy'd In their own Griefs might find themselves imploy'd But those that sadly his departure griev'd Yet joy'd remembring what he once atchiev'd And the last minute his victorious Ghost Gave chase to Ligny on the Belgick Coast. Here ended all his mortal toyles He lay'd And slept in Peace under the Lawrel shade O Cromwell Heavens Favorite To none Have such high honours from above been shown For whom the Elements we Mourners see And Heav'n it self would the great Herald be Which with more Care set forth his Obsequies Then those of Moses hid from humane Eyes As jealous only here lost all be less That we could to his Memory express Then let us to our course of Mourning keep Where Heaven leads t is Piety to weep Stand back ye Seas and shrunk beneath the vail Of your Abysse with cover'd Head be wail Your Monarch We demand not your supplies To compass in our Isle our Tears suffice Since him away the dismal Tempest rent Who once more joyn'd us to the Continent Who planted England on the Flandrick shoar And stretch'd our frontire to the Indian Ore Whose greater Truths obscure the Fables old Whether of Brittish Saints or Wortby's told And in a valour less'ning Arthur's deeds For Holyness the Confessor exceeds He first put Armes into Religions hand And tim'rous Conscience unto Courage 〈◊〉 The Souldier taught that inward Mail to wear And fearing God how they should nothing fear Those Strokes he said will pierce through all below Where those that strike from Heaven fetch their 〈◊〉
may he not take ours 'T is pride that makes a Rebel And nothing but the over-weening of our selves and our own things that raises us against divine Providence Whereas Abraham's obedience was better then Sacrifice And if God please to accept both it is indeed a farther Tryal but a greater honour I could say over upon this beaten occasion most of those lessons of morality and religion that have been so often repeated and are as soon forgotten We abound with precept but we want examples You Sir that have all these things in your memory and the clearness of whose Judgment is not to be obscured by any greater interposition it remains that you be exemplary to others in your own practice 'T is true it is an hard task to learn and teach at the same time And where your self are the experiment it is as if a man should dissect his own body and read the Anatomy Lecture But I will not heighten the difficulty while I advise the attempt Only as in difficult things you will do well to make use of all that may strengthen and assist you The word of God The society of good men and the books of the Ancients There is one way more which is by diversion business and activity which are also necessary to be used in their season But I my self who live to so little purpose can have little authority or ability to advise you in it who are a Person that are and may be much more so generally useful All that I have been able to do since hath been to write this sorry Elogie of your Son which if it be as good as I could wish it is as yet no undecent imployment However I know you will take any thing kindly from your very affectionate friend and most humble Servant Edmundi Trotii Epitaphium Charissimo Filio Edmundo Trotio Posuimus Pater Mater Frustra superstites LEgite Parentes vanissimus hominum ordo Figuli Filiorum Substructores Hominum Fartores Opum Longi Speratores Et nostro si fas sapite infortunio Fuit Edmundus Trottius E quatuor masculae stirpis residuus Statura justa Forma virili specie eximio Medio juventutis Robore simul Flore Aspectu In cessu sermone juxta amabilis Et siquid ultra Cineri pretium addit Honesta Disciplina domi imbutus Peregre profectus Generosis Artibus Animum Et exercitiis Corpus firmaverat Circaeam Insulam Scopulos Sirenum Praeternavigavit Et in hoc naufragio morum saeculi Solus perdiderat nihil auxit plurimum Hinc erga Deum pietate Erga nos Amore Obsequio Comitate erga Omnes intra se Modestia Insignis quantaevis fortunae capax Delitiae Aequalium Senum Plausus Oculi Parentum nunc ah Lachrymae In eo tandem peccavit quòd mortalis Et fatali Pustularum morbo aspersus Factus est Ut verae Laudis Invidiam ficto Convitio levemus Proditor Amicorum Parricida Parentum Familiae Spongia Et Naturae invertens ordinem Nostri suique Contemptor Mundi Desertor defecit ad Deum Undecimo Augusti Aerae Christae 1667. Talis quum fuerit Calo non invidemus An Epitaph upon HEre under rests the body of 〈◊〉 who in his life-time reflected all the lustre he derived from his Family and recompens'd the Honour of his Descent by his Virtue For being of an excellent Nature he cultivated it nevertheless by all the best means of improvement nor left any spot empty for the growth of Pride or Vanity So that although he was polished to the utmost perfection he appeared only as a Mirrour for others not himself to look in Chearful without Gall Sober without Formality Prudent without Stratagem and Religious without Affectation He neither neglected nor yet pretended to Business but as he loved not to make work so not to leave it imperfect He understood but was not enamour'd of Pleasure He never came before in Injury nor behind in Courtesie nor found sweetness in any Revenge but that of Gratitude He so studiously discharged the obligations of a Subject a Son a Friend and an Husband as if those relations could have consisted only on his part Having thus walked upright and easily through this World nor contributed by any excess to his Mortality yet Death took him wherein therefore as his last Duty he signaliz'd the more his former Life with all the Decency and Recumbence of a departing Christian. An Epitaph upon ENough and leave the rest to Fame 'T is to commend her but to name Courtship which living she declin'd When dead to offer were unkind Where never any could speak ill Who would officious Praises spill Nor can the truest Wit or Friend Without Detracting her commend To say she liv'd a Virgin chast In this Age loose and all unlac't Nor was when Vice is so allow'd Of Virtue or asham'd or proud That her Soul was on Heaven so bent No Minute but it came and went That ready her last Debt to pay She summ'd her Life up ev'ry day Modest as Morn as Mid-day bright Gentle as Ev'ning cool as Night 'T is true but all so weakly said 'T were more Significant She 's Dead Epigramma in Duos montes Amosclivum Et Bilboreum Farfacio CErnis ut ingenti distinguant limite campum Montis Amos clivi Bilboreique juga Ille stat indomitus turritis undique saxis Cingit huic laetum Fraxinus alta Caput Illi petra minax rigidis cervicibus horret Huic quatiunt virides lenia colla jubas Fulcit Atlanteo Rupes ea vertice coelos Collis at hic humeros subjicit Herculeos Hic ceu carceribus visum sylvaque coercet Ille Oculos alter dum quasi meta trahit Ille Giganteum surgit ceu Pelion Ossa Hic agit ut Pindi culmine Nympha choros Erectus praeceps salebrosus arduus ille Aeclivis placidus mollis amoenus bic est Dissimilis Domino coiit Natura sub uno Farfaciaque tremunt sub ditione pares Dumque triumphanti terras perlabitur Axe Praeteriens aequa stringit utrumque Rota Asper in adversos facilis cedentibus idem Ut credas Montes extimulasse suos Hi sunt Alcidae Borealis nempe Columnae Quos medio scindit vallis opaca freto An potius longe fic prona cacumina nutant Parnassus cupiant esse Maria tuus Upon the Hill and Grove at Bill-borow To the Lord Fairfax I. SEE how the arched Earth does here Rise in a perfect Hemisphere The stiffest Compass could not strike A Line more circular and like Nor softest Pensel draw a Brow So equal as this Hill does bow It seems as for a Model laid And that the World by it was made II. Here learn ye Mountains more unjust Which to abrupter greatness thrust That do with your hook-shoulder'd height The Earth deform and Heaven frght For whose excrescence ill design'd Nature must a new Center find Learn here those humble steps to tread Which to securer Glory lead III. See what
Trionum Christina Arctoi lucida stella Poli Cernis quas merui dura sub Casside Rugas Sicque Senex Armis impiger Ora fero Invia Fatorum dum per Vestigia nitor Exequor Populi fortia Jussa Manu At tibi submittit frontem reverentior Umbra Nec sunt hi Vultus Regibus usque truces Two Songs at the Marriage of the Lord Fauconberg and the Ludy Mary Cromwell First Chorus Endymion Luna Chorus TH' Astrologers own Eyes are set And even Wolves the Sheep forget Only this Shepheard late and soon Upon this Hill outwakes the Moon Heark how he sings with sad delight Thorough the clear and silent Night Endymion Cynthia O Cynthia turn thine Ear Nor scorn Endymions plaints to hear As we our Flocks so you command The fleecy Clouds with silver wand Cynthia If thou a Mortal rather sleep Or if a Shepheard watch thy Sheep Endymion The Shepheard since he saw thine Eyes And Sheep are both thy Sacrifice Nor merits he a Mortal's name That burns with an immortal Flame Cynthia I have enough for me to do Ruling the Waves that Ebb and flow Endymion Since thou disdain'st not then to share On Sublunary things thy care Rather restrain these double Seas Mine Eyes uncessant deluges Cynthia My wakeful Lamp all night must move Securing their Repose above Endymion If therefore thy resplendent Ray Can make a Night more bright then Day Shine thorough this obscurer Brest With shades of deep Despair opprest Chorus Courage Endymion boldly Woo Anchises was a Shepheard too Yet is her younger Sister laid Sporting with him in Ida's shade And Cynthia though the strongest Seeks but the honour to have held out longest Endymion Here unto Latmos Top I climbe How far below thine Orbe sublime O why as well as Eyes to see Have I not Armes that reach to thee Cynthia 'T is needless then that I refuse Would you but your own Reason use Endymion Though I so high may not pretend It is the same so you descend Cynthia These Stars would say I do them wrong Rivals each one for thee too strong Endymion The Stars are fix'd unto their Sphere And cannot though they would come near Less Loves set of each others praise While Stars Eclypse by mixing Rayes Cynthia That Cave is dark Endymion Then none can spy Or shine Thou there and 't is the Sky Chorus Joy to Endymion For he has Cynthia's favour won And Jove himself approves With his serenest influence their Loves For he did never love to pair His Progeny above the Air But to be honest valiant wise Makes Mortals matches fit for Deityes Second Song Hobbinol Phillis Tomalin Hobbinol PHillis Tomalin away Never such a merry day For the Northern Shepheards Son Has Menalca's daughter won Phillis Stay till I some flow'rs ha' ty'd In a Garland for the Bride Tomalin If thou would'st a Garland bring Phillis you may wait the Spring They ha' chosen such an hour When She is the only flow'r Phillis Let 's not then at least be seen Without each a Sprig of Green Hobbinol Fear not at Menalca's Hall There is Bayes enough for all He when Young as we did graze But when Old he planted Bayes Tomalin Here She comes but with a Look Far more catching then my Hook 'T was those Eyes I now dare swear Led our Lambs we knew not where Hobbinol Not our Lambs own Fleeces are Curl'd so lovely as her Hair Nor our Sheep new Wash'd can be Half so white or sweet as She. Phillis He so looks as fit to keep Somewhat else then silly Sheep Hobbinol Come le ts in some Carol new Pay to Love and Them their due All. Joy to that happy Pair Whose Hopes united banish our Despair What Shephear'd could for Love pretend Whil'st all the Nymphs on Damon's choice attend What Shepherdess could hope to wed Before Marina's turn were sped Now lesser Beauties may take place And meaner Virtues come in play While they Looking from high Shall grace Our Flocks and us with a propitious Eye But what is most the gentle Swain No more shall need of Love complain But Virtue shall be Beauties hire And those be equal that have equal Fire Marina yields Who dares be coy Or who despair now Damon does enjoy Joy to that happy Pair Whose Hopes united banish our Despair A Poem upon the Death of O. C. THat Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head and numbred ev'ry hair Now in its self the Glass where all appears Had seen the period of his golden Years And thenceforth onely did attend to trace What death might least so sair a Life deface The People which what most they fear esteem Death when more horrid so more noble deem And blame the last Act like Spectators vain Unless the Prince whom they applaud be slain Nor Fate indeed can well refuse that right To those that liv'd in War to dye in Fight But long his Valour none had left that could Indanger him or Clemency that would And he whom Nature all for Peace had made But angry Heaven unto War had sway'd And so less useful where he most desir'd For what he least affected was admir'd Deserved yet an End whose ev'ry part Should speak the wondrous softness of his Heart To Love and Grief the fatal Writ was sign'd Those nobler weaknesses of humane Mind From which those Powers that issu'd the Decree Although immortal found they were not free That they to whom his Breast still open lyes In gentle Passions should his Death disguise And leave succeeding Ages cause to mourn As long as Grief shall weep or Love shall burn Streight does a slow and languishing Disease Eliza Natures and his darling seize Her when an infant taken with her Charms He oft would flourish in his mighty Arms And lest their force the tender burthen wrong Slacken the vigour of his Muscles strong Then to the Mothers brest her softly move Which while she drain'd of Milk she fill'd with Love But as with riper Years her Virtue grew And ev'ry minute adds a Lustre new When with meridian height her Beauty shin'd And thorough that sparkled her fairer Mind When She with Smiles serene and Words discreet His hidden Soul at ev'ry turn could meet Then might y' ha' daily his Affection spy'd Doubling that knot which Destiny had ty'd While they by sence not knowing comprehend How on each other both their Fates depend With her each day the pleasing Hours he shares And at her Aspect calms her growing Cares Or with a Grandsire's joy her Children sees Hanging about her neck or at his knees Hold fast dear Infants hold them both or none This will not stay when once the other's gone A silent fire now wasts those Limbs of Wax And him within his tortur'd Image racks So the Flowr with'ring which the Garden crown'd The sad Root pines in secret under ground Each Groan he doubled and each Sigh he sigh'd Repeated over to the restless Night No trembling String compos'd to numbers