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A04571
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A remembrance of the honors due to the life and death of Robert Earle of Salisbury, Lord Treasurer of England, &c.
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Johnson, Richard, 1573-1659?
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STC 14691; ESTC S119333
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did increase He held vp hands and eyes did close And lamb-like went away in peace Me thinkes I heare heart mouing cries Where sadnesse to a fullnesse growes Me thinkes I see how blobred eyes Pasions of pining sorrow showes Be still and mute each house of ioy Ope wide your doores giue griefe some place Turne solace into sower anoy And let teares staine each cheerful face Let gladsome mirth goe where it please Make bitter moane your welcome guest Let all delights and wished ease Deny to tutch one trubled brest Let sports and pleasures silent be And name no word of earthly blisse For heauy hearts doe best agree Where death distresse and dollor is In saddest sort prepare to heare Of wo that did through death befall This tale perchance may change your cheare And make your hearts to mourne withall Honor lies dead who late aliue Did purchase fame and Lordlike praise And still for honors gaine did striue By sundry duties many wayes What want of him haue we the while To loose this high priz'd Iewell now Whose wisdome shonne amidst this I le Like pearles vppon a Princes brow Come Schollers all ope sorrowes doore With clasped hands true signes of woe Your Muses patrons losse deplore For greefe ore reasons bankes do flow Come Soldiers and with Drum and fife Sound out his deare but last adew The balme of your decayed life By death hath changd to deathes pale hew Cold death hath wrought vs all this wrong By wronging nature thus to soone With vs he might haue liued long Had not Deathes Tyrany beene showne Thus we behould how times doe passe All Adams sonnes such ends must haue We fade away like sommers grasse To day on foote to morrow in graue Best hopes of him when people had Came sickenesse and his life imbrast Death followed and with mould him clad And so in Heauen his soule is plast And now full low in earth he lies Which late sat high and bore great sway Till he and we made pure shall rise To heare our doomes at Iudgement day So ending here with ioy at last His soule on earth we could not keepe In Paradice is Cicill plast And there in Abrahams brest doth sleepe Death is the doore to life therefore let all men so liue that they may driue death out at the same doore and so liue eternally The funeral of the said Earle of Salisbury holden at Hatfield in June last is heere described in a short formall proceeding order BEing at Hatfield in Hartfordshire in Iune last my eye presented to my heart the worlds last farewell giuen to the right honorable the late Earle of Salsbury A due that blood consanguinity and affinity customably bestowes vpon the deceased the sight whereof settled within me many priuate sorrowes for the losse of so great a subiect whose late liuing honors carried such a sway in his contry that in a sad passion it made me accuse deathes partiallity in taking of his life but smothering griefe for a time in silence I stood amazedly beholding a traine of noble personages in sable habits trayling on the ground witnesses and presenters of Englands heauinesse for so general a losse black cloudy garments outwardly equalized their inward sorrowes and this following as neere as I can remember was the order of the mourning passengers First diuers Marshalls to make roome Next certaine poore men and woemen Then seruants of Gentlemen Esquires Knights Then Standerd-bearers with banners of armes Then messengers of the Chamber Then some of the Kings Maiesties groomes Then Noblemens seruants After them diuerss officers of the Court Then Heralds of Armes with other Ensignes of honor Then followed my Lords owne seruants Then Knightes and Gentlemen his retainers Then the Kings Solicitor Councell and Atturney generall Then Barrons of the law with some Iudges Then the sonns of Noble men and Earles Then Lord Barons allied to this deceased Earle Then Earles of his affinity and Kindred Then principall Herralds with Banners of his coat of armes Then his Hearse couered with black veluet his Helme and Crest with diuers Scutchions belonging to his honorable house Then after the Hearse as principall mourner the Right honorable William now Earle of Salisbury the only sonne to the deceased noble-man Being thus with honor carried to his graue declared the greatnesse of his estate how much fauored of his prince esteemed of his equalls and beloued of his followers Time out of my remembrance can neuer put away his high worth whom I will honor the longest day of my life and in the closet of my heart place his perfections to my priuate consideration and now to make a conclusion of all these my loues labours as duty binds me I end 〈…〉 all subiect to change and times enuie The misery of Pollicie MAn hath his time whom fortune will aduance Where sodain falls in gilty harts breeds doubt Some rise aloft by others hard mischance Thus fortunes restlesse wheele runs still about True wisdome sees how times of men do passe When fortunes change turnes back promotions glasse The misery of Greatnesse Enuie attends vpon a great mans state Where in his brest ambitious bellows blow And then he climbes aboue his wits conceate Disdaining much to cast his eyes below Yet all he hath is vpon hazard set When mounting high he falls in dangers net The misery of Schollers The Scholler if but poore hee s thought a wretch His good desert is held in high disdaine The grosest foole is wise if he be rich And wisdom flowes from his dull-sotted braine The rarest spirit hath here but credit small And he most grast that plots his neighbors fall The misery of Lawyers The Briberous mind makes still a God of Gould He scornes to plead without a good reward Thus poore-mens sutes are bought and sould Whilst sillken avarice hath best regard He hath no feare of Gods consuming curse That pulls with paines gould from the poore mans purse The misery of Time-pleasers Ingratitude thou ill ill fauored ill In vpstart thoughts thou buildest Castles strong Whilest shame deuoures thy temporizing will And shewes the fillthy vilenesse of thy wrong That mind wherein ingratitude doth dwell For illnesse coequalls the ills of hell FINIS