transparent that I feare Each vulgar eye will see her naked there Whilst Heaven it selfe in constant dewes shall weepe And with my griefe true correspondence keepe And my teares be by the enamor'd Sun Courted into an exhalation Which being glard on by his searching beames Shall be againe thaw'd and dissolve in streames To shew the worlds bright eye it selfe let fall Those showers as teares shed for thy Funerall Elegie 6. ALl other mourners can some method keepe Wherin their griefe 's digested when they weepe They can seduc'd credulity assaile By masquing sorrow with the Christall veile Of their adult'rate teares their soules can weare A griefe array'd with blacke like that they beare i th' outward habit which are both put on Onely untill the Obsequies be done But for my Glovers sad departure I Will plucke the sluces up in either eye And from those storehouses of griefe discharge Such floods of teares they shall themselves inlarge Into an Inundation and make With their collected streames a briny lake Which being diffus'd into a Rill shall keepe A constant correspondence with the Deepe So that some Syren stragling from the Maine Shall to the Confines of this Lake attaine And hearing how with my laments the Day Forgot and undistinguish'd melts away Shee shall some sad and solemne Dirge devise To warble forth at Glovers Obsequies And raise her Elegiacke notes so high She shall her selfe with reall sorrow dye But least she should remaine forgotten there Wholly devested of a Sepulcher And want some stable Trophy to dilate And amplifie the memory of her fate To after Times the North-wind shall dispence Such keene and gelid blasts they shall condence This Lake into a Christall heape whereon Shall be divulg'd this sad Inscription Heere lyes a Syren who exhal'd her breath In too profusely mourning Glovers Death And whilst in tunefull ayres she straind her tongue To chaunt his Dirge she her owne Requiem sung Elegie 7. NO gaudy shroud Friend shall be fram'd for thee Out of the drudging silk-wormes Huswifry For from my eyes two Christall streams shall run Which swelling to an Inundation Shall circumscribe thy witherd Earth and there Settle till the inclement North shall dare T' invade thy Tombe and with some impious gust Make a rude Onset on thy hallow'd dust And seeking to dissolve that pretious masse By his chill breath transforme my teares to glasse So shall thy Clay be wrapt up and inclos'd Within a Christiall shroude and be expos'd Through that cleere Vaile to every glance minē eye Shall to thy Tomhe employ in Embassie To waft thy species to 't from whēnce it may Find by that thorough fare a compendious way To journey to my Heart where when t is come I 'le vent so many sighs to make it roome They shall benum my Heart it selfe to stone Which I 'le beset with this Inscription Here lyes the figure of a Friend which Fate Nor Time nor Death shall ever extirpate An Epitaph on Mr. William Glover being buried in one grave with his daughter before deceased REader those lye beneath this Stone Whom life made two first out of one But having now resign'd their breath They will grow one againe by Death For as before this pretty faire Her fathers lesser Character From him resulted so if we After some mutabilitie Of Time should on his grave intrude To view how much Vicissitude Attends on Nature and how she Masques her selfe in variety Of numerous shapes and after dare To paddle in his Sepulcher Amongst his dust we might infer He was shuffled into her For Time determines that both must Resolve into one heape of dust But when the world it selfe expires Panting with heate and God requires Each gloomy Vault and hollow Tombe To open its corrupted wombe And give their ashes which were pent And cas'd up there enfranchisement That being reedified they may No more be obvious to delay Or Natures Tumults this last birth Will dis-unite their mingled Earth And as their first life did divide them so This second life again shall make make them two A Collation betweene Death and Sleepe DEath and his drowsie kinsman Sleepe agree In all the Symptomes of conformity Sleepes caus'd by eating for the naturall heate Entices exhalations from the meate Transfus'd to Chylus which the braine possesse With an intoxicating drousinesse Death too by fatall eating first came in When our first parents wilfully did sin And violated Gods renounc'd decree Tasting the fruite of the forbidden tree When from that Apple such a Dampe did creepe It fild their soules with an eternall sleepe And as when sooty Night her darknesse sheds Through all the Confines of the Aire and spreads A vaile ore bright Hyperion we devest Our bodies to compose our selves to rest So our enfranzis'd soules shall likewise be Disrob'd o' th weeds of their mortalitie When Death shall an Eternall night disperse Through all those functions that with life commercē And as when the great eye o' th Day displayes In the illuminated ayre his rayes The light dispers'd in glimpses does inspire Our hands againe our bodies to attire So when the Trumpe at the last Day shall all By its shrill summons to Gods Audit call And Christ the Sun of righteousnesse shall come To distribute to th' world a publike Doome Our mouldred and disbanded bodies must Quit the close confines of their Beds of Dust To cloath againe our widdow'd Soules and be Made both joynt Tenants of Eternitie You then that Glovers dissolution mourne And sigh 'cause he 's contracted in his Urne Appease that Tempest of your brests and weepe In gentle Showers least you disturbe his sleepe On the thought of our Resurrection VVHo can be of so cow'd a Soule heel'd feare To be regenerated i th Sepulcher Since who exactly lookes into the Tombe Shall finde t is but the Embleme of the wombe To which wee 're not Coufind but trusted so As if we lay there in Deposito For when our Dust is gather'd into th' Urne It lyes but Hostage till the Soules returne And as the Phoenix when she gasping lyes Upon her tragick Pile of spicēries And glowes with heate her fleshy Cinders must By the suns rayes be martyr'd first to Dust Before her pregnant ashes can redeeme Themselves from Ruine or againe can teeme With a new Phoenix so before this Earth We beare about us can improve its Birth To immortality its whole compact Must first be so disioynted and so slack'd It fall to dust and then 't will moulded be To such a body that eternitie It selfe shall farme that Tenament which shall No more be obvious to a Funerall And as before men can compile or frame Their glasses they their ashes first i' th flame Transfuse to Christall so before our dust Can be assoil'd from Excrements and rust Ravel'd amongst it by our Tombs and be Jmprov'd to such a cleare transparency It shall no more encumber or controule The eye from taking a survey o' th Soule It must be by the generall fire refin'd And be to a translucent masse calcin'd So Shall each Tombe become Gods Mint where he Our Earth being purg'd from all impuritie Will on it coyne the Image of his face Which Time no more nor sit ne shall nere deface FINIS
Elegies Offer'd up to the memory of William Glover Esquire late of Shalston in Buckinghamshire By Thomas Philipot Mr. of Arts of Clare Hall in Cambridge LONDON Printed by Tho. and Rich. Cotes 1641. To the Right worthy as well by Vertue as Birth the Lady Anne Glover Madam THough it bee unlawfull to offer up sacrifices to the dead yet license me to sacrifice these Elegies to the memory of your Sonne and permit me to make his name an Altar though not his Tombe Those reciprocall endearments which at first fed and fomented our friendship have made such an impression on all those faculties that officiate to my Soule on all those functions that hold Correspondence with Invention and Phansie that I should not onely seeme ungratefull appeare unfruitfull but also supinely forgetfull if I should not endeavour by consecrating some Trophie though nere so rude and inconsiderable to his remembrance to redeeme and rescue it from the Vault and so preserve it that it might never be rak'd up amongst his ashes And though peradventure those benefits that hee shed on others fell but upon barren and unthankfull ground yet those he powr'd upon me have not languish'd into oblivion but teem'd with a gratefull acknowledgement Death onely by usurping his life too soone excluded me from inlarging my Gratitude to himselfe that I might professe it to you who shall bee the Delegate to receive the payment of a Debt I ow'd to your Sonne which shall be done with a Devotion as emphaticall as that which excites mee to send up my Orizons to Heaven for your happinesse in this world and before inspir'd mee to powre forth my prayers for your Sons glory in the other Madam if you thinke that these low expressions of my zeale and Monuments of my Affection can improve your Sonnes memory to any perpetuity suffer them I beseech you to give themselves up to your view since you may ascertaine your selfe that they issue from one whose entire study is whose whole practise shall be how hee may declare himselfe The humblest of your Servants Tho. Philipot An Advertisement to the Reader REader thou needst exhaust no Time to looke Within the Pages of the Heralds Booke And sift that Index to Times past to see Whence Glover did deduce his Pedigree Or search t' instruct thy selfe to what extent His noble and Illustrious Descent Spins out it selfe since thou mayst finde him here Decipher'd in a fairer Character Then any there and his Descent made good By being deriv'd from vertue not from blood Thy eye needs not take notice of his Crest Nor scan those Metals that his Armes invest Nor see if cloth'd in purple they appeare Or the pale furre of speckled Ermins weare Since these sad lines that onely can display Their Heraldry in Sables will array His name with as much eminence and note As those rich colours that improve his Coate Nor care to be inform'd what Issue He Left to convey and waft his Memory To after Times and make himselfe survive His Ruine and be still preservd alive In them since thou mayst be advertisd he Lives in no Issue but in Elegie The Off-spring of my Braine Where thou mayst view His face appeare more genuine and more true Than if exactly 't were limn'd out and set By Nature in a living Counterfeit And if thou passest by where Glovers Dust Lyes in the Casquet of his grave in trust And seest no Pile or Monument adorne The bleack and naked surface of his Urne Argue not any guilty of neglect To his Remaines nor Art of a Defect 'Cause she forgot her Trophies to impart He needs no Tombe that has one in my Heart Elegies offered up to the memory of William Glover Esquire Elegie 1. IS Glover dead and could stern Death employ No Sicknesse but a Surfet to destroy The structure of his Earth make even meat That should foment stisle choak that heat Which kindled in the Chambers of the Heart Is thence diffus'd to aire and warme each part We need not now I see the fatall knife Of Atropos to cut the twist of life Nor shivering Agues to congeale the blood Nor Feavers to licke up that purple flood Or Rheums in brinie showers to distill And drowne the lungs when meat it selfe can kill Who then would in his earthly Fabrick trust Whose brittle Wals are moulded out of dust Which let good diet plaister nere so well Sicknesse may yet make them dissoluble For we 're compact of miseries and feares Kneaded into a lumpe with our owne teares With our first milke our nurses do bequeath Diseases to us and we bed with Death Even in our Cradles making them become Types and Ideas of our future Tombe Those eyes whose glances all did seeme t' implore And superstitiously did e'en adore Th' effusion of their radiant beames may bee Inforc'd to weepe vext with an Opthalmy A palsy dares disturbe and shake that hand That with its Scepter can the world command Those seete which proudly walkt on Kings may be Brought by the Gout into Captivity And Glover in whose lineaments appeard Such Harmonie that Nature seem'd t'have rear'd An Altar to perfection which she meant It selfe should farme his polish'd Tenement We see was but an Edifice of Earth Within whose Heart as on some oylie Hearth A fire was fed whose flame was blowne about Each veine and nerve which Death has now put out How much exposd toth Injuries of fate Is all the glory then a humane state Can but lye claime to in accessable To rest is swelling greatnesse a briefe Cell Can shelter and include more solid Peace Than the extended Roofes of Pallaces For those that pillage Nature to invite And egge on a luxurious Appetite Doe so encumber all their faculties They onely hatch a tribe of Maladies Which like a progeny of Vipers will Turne Parricides and their owne Parents kill Elegie 2. VVE can for every cheape and triviall losse Condole so much we even se me t' ingrosse The publike stocke of greife and at our eyes Imbezell our exhausted faculties Whilst our dull passions pant with eager throes As if they teem'd with mountaines of vast woes Each maime by fire each shipwrack can induce Our soules to such intemp'rate and profuse Resentment that those Cataracts of Raine Our eyes diffuse might quench the flame againe Or in their briny Hurrican's once more Ingulph the ruin'd Barke upon the shore But when a friend shakes off Mortalitie And his fraile Earth drops into ashes we Should from th' officious limbecks of our eyes Distill as rites due to his obsequies Such floods of pious teares that if dull Art Should by some lame neglect forget t' impart Her nard and unctious Balsames to exempt His pretious Reliques from Times rude contempt They might embalme his fading masse of clay And fortifie it so from all decay It may remaine till time shall die and have Himselfe a Habitation in his grave Should I then now my melting eyes repreive From teares or
be too thrifty in my griefe When he to whom my soule was so endeard So twisted into his that we e'en steerd Two bodies with one Heart and did improve By mingling of each others thoughts that love Is disinvested of that drosse and Earth Which did empeach and intercept his birth To immortality I then should be Tainted with scandalous Apostasie To Friendships sacred vow and should enter My short-breath'd love within his Sepulcher No! such a permanency I 'le enstate On my Affection that neither Fate Nor Time shall blast or wither it to Death Yet I 'le not to his memory bequeath Some brazen Obeliske whereon shall bee Engrafted some patheticke Elegie Which may to a succeeding Age declare What a strong emphasis my griefes did beare Because the Cottage of his clay so soone Languish'd into a Dissolution For 't would be triviall since his name alone Will prove more firme than either brasse or stone Yet I 'le not depraedate the Phoenixnest Or pillage the Exchequer of the East To gather Balmes or odorous spices thence By whose benigne indulgent influence The ruines of the Earth may be so charm'd They may 'gainst all th' Assaults of time be arm'd For the kind Earth shall from her wombe distill Drops of rich gumme mixt with a fragrant drill Of balmy dew which shall descend upon His dust and baile it from Corruption So that no bold intruding worme shall dare To be an Inmate to his Sepulcher Nor will I to embellish and adorne The gloomy Climate of his private Urne Rifle the Parian Quarries and erect Some gaudy Pile his ashes to protect Since that like these will weare away and rust And mingle both in undistinguish't dust No from the Inlets of mine eyes I 'le lave Streames of unsummond teares out on his grave Which shall agen concentrate and collect Themselves into a swelling Cataract Which shall by th' coldnesse that my sighs shall vent Congeale into a Christiall Monument And stand a trophee there to propagate His memory 'gainst all th' attempts of Fate But when the world and her gay pompe expire And both lye gasping in the generall fire When God will cancell Times Commission And call in Fates strict Patent when the Sun And all the throng and petty stars like teares Shall drop in flaming Gelly from their Sphers When th' impenitent Earth so long shall burne Till it into repentant ashes turne And each conspicuous Ornament it wearēs Fals into dust this shall resolve to teares Elegie 3. PAle ruines of my friend is there no charme No Magicke that can bridle or disarme Deaths eager malice and exauthorize That power by which he seis'd those faculties That were thy life's Retinue 'las no spell No charme can make us inexpugnable 'Gainst his assailements for when h'eel employ Some feirce malignant sicknesse to destroy And raze our Tenements of Earth we must Moulder away into rude heapes of dust No! since those sparkes of life which first did burne Within thy brest are dropt into thy Urne Where rak'd up in thy ashes they shall lie Till Times calcin'd into Eternity And then agen a purer light acquire Reviv'd and kindled by the generall fire I 'le not invade or prie into that chest Which shrouds thy ashes to dissolve thy rest But may a soft eternall slumber flow In gentle silence through the Vault below Whilst thy immortall part purg'd and redeem'd From its dull weight of clay which onely teem'd With humours and diseases shall descry That frame and well compos'd Oeconomy That Heavens digested in and fully be Acquainted with that moderne Colony Phansie has planted in the Moone and know Whether each starre be peopled yet or no And shall unvaile those misteries which we Eclips'd by mists of ignorance can see Knowledge being in her Solstice with an eye But blear'd and hoodwink'd though we should apply Nature's faint glimpse to 't which imparts a light Like that that 's shed by glowormes in the night And when it has with strict survey ore-run Each Province of the starry Region T will with its charming Musicke both inspire And mingle notes with the Seraphicke Quire And its soft aires in sacred Anthems reare Set toth' harmonious chiming some spheare And as they there in tunefull accents flow My sighes shall be their Eccho's here below Elegie 4. LEt some loose Widdow seeke to personate And forge laments and more to palliate The scene of her imposture bribe her eyes To weepe her dead Husbands Obsequies And from those Magazins of moisture dreyne Such numerous streames of teares they may againe Swell to a Torrent that may equall Nile Wherein her selfe shall be the Crocodile Let the wild unthrift who can scarse allow From his large acres earth enough t' endow His Fathers ashes with a grave put on The crabbed discompos'd complexion Of wrinkled sorrow when he does transferre His Sires pale Reliques to his Sepulcher And ore his Tombe-stone so profusely mourne He would e'ne seeme to drowne him in his Vrne And ore his hearse raise a transparent shrine Made up out of his humour Christalline So have I seene your Marble to distill Through the close limbeckes of its pores a Rill Of unctious moisture and yet still withstand All the impressions of the Carvers hand No I le not now my friend by Deaths rude touch Is scatter'd into dust to shew how much His ruinous dispersion I bemoane Make my eyes fountaines when my heart is stone For those sad teares my sorrow shall dispence Shall with that part maintaine intelligence Which I with such immoderate waste will strēw Upon his Monument that to renew That bankrupt and impoverisht stocke my heart Shall from her private Treasury impart New moisture to foment and feed my griefe But when I have imbereld that reliefe And my too lavish and unthrifty eyes Have melted into teares all their supplies I feare I shall turne Marble and become My selfe at once his Mourner and his Tombe Elegie 5. I Can deare Friend no swelling Trophees raise To cloathe thy Urne yet I le erect thy praise Nor can no smooth Egyptian stone impart To frame a Tombe for thee yet in my heart Thou hast one built I can collect no Jet Nor Porphyrie to forme thy counterfeit For I 'me confirm'd tis vaine since each may finde Thy figures lodg'd already in my mind Nor will I gather up that balmy sweat Which gums lave out when they 're assaild by heat With its rich odors to perfume thy Herse Since I le embalme thy memory in Verse Which being thus preserv'd Fames tainted breath Shall not with poyson blast thee after death And though I cannot from mine eyes disburse For thy untimely losse so large a sourse And stocke of teares as griefe exacts yet they Which shall their homage to thy Reliques pay Shall have no double fac'd Hypocrisie Lye bathing there to mocke credulity But shall be so unfeigned that Truth shall hide Her selfe in them as o're each cheeke they glide And they 'le prove so