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death_n	day_n	life_n	see_v	9,818	5	3.5124	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05409	Threnodia in obitum D. Edouardi Lewkenor Equitis, & D. Susannae coniugis charissimæ. = Funerall verses vpon the death of the right worshipfull Sir Edvvard Levvkenor Knight, and Madame Susan his Lady With Deaths apologie, and a reioynder to the same.	Lewkenor, Edward, Sir, d. 1618.	1606 (1606)	STC 15561; ESTC S109434	22,683	58

which did you all expell Two wayes there lie one kept with brandish't flame Of Angels sword no mortall wight may passe the same But I am Porter to that other gate Straight is the wicket nor without my leaue May force or skill winne enterance thereat O foolish men what madnesse doth bereaue Your better wits which ought of Death to craue That through that happy gate you might free passage haue As wandring Pilgrime from his natiue soile With many weary steps which long hath strayed And in his iourney found but paine and toile And dangers derne that haue him oft dismayed How gladly doth he climbe the welcome raft That to his countrey soone and safely shall him waft O men your life is but a Pilgrimage Heauen is your natiue seat of blessednesse This world here yeelds you sorry herbigage Sweat Sorrow sicknesse Paine all wretchednesse Mine is that only Barge that through Gods grace Shall faire and well transport you to your dwelling place Were 't not well done to leaue you heere behind That loue your exile like your misery And cast your countries care all out of mind But for the Soueraigne Maiesties decree Which bids me bring your liues all to one end And send to Hell such as to Heauen will not wend. O if vnwieldy Age with stealing pase Approaching fast should cast vpon your backe His heauy burthen when your riue'ld face The former beauties painted pride should lacke When euery sense waxe dull eares deafe eyes dim Taste all vnsau'ry starke and stiffe each ioint and limbe How would ye then bewaile each weary day And wish ye rid at once out of your paine Why is this loathed light Thus would ye say On wretched wights alas bestow'd in vaine And life on such as no lifes ioy can haue Which long for Death which glad faine would find the graue As when the painfull labourer hath spent Some longer light of swelting Phoebus ray And faithfully hath paid the common rent Of sweating brow vnto this earthly clay To winne his bread how sweet a thing is sleepe That his forwearied limbes in dreamelesse rest doth steepe Such Sleepe is Death such Day this life of your The longer still more painfull than at first All is but toile full wast of troublous houres Yet of declining Age the last are worst But how would ye complaine of tedious day If neither Sun would go nor sleepe would come away Besides from these complaints what shall I tell That greater mischiefe whence I set you free No paine or torment were it that of Hell Is halfe such ill as Sinnes base slauerie Sathans by Sinne. O euer wretched men Till from this Death which only can Death rid you cleane This knew right well the paire you so lament With other Saints whose memories ye praise To whom the ioiful'st message could be sent From heauen was grant of what they wish't alwaies Soone to be loosed from these bonds of Sinne To be with Christ and soone eternall glory winne But you ô seruile kind rest well appaid With this your Bridewell nor that worthy name Ye all vnworthy beare which should vpbraid Your recreant thoughts doth ought vp lift the same To where your Sauiour loe aduan'ct on hie Doth glorious sit at Gods right hand in Maiesty There crown'd with him these two and all the rest Which while they liu'd prepar'd and wish't to die Are now secure of all that might infest Their blessed state of Sinne of misery You waile their Death they pity this your paine And would not be for all this world vndead againe Is this inough to cleare mine innocence And proue my good desert or haue ye ought Which heere against may make the least pretence Say hardly what you can But well bethought With Tragicke termes ye curs'd my cruelty Which both at once this vertuous paire haue done to die Thereto said some it was a sinnefull deed So vertuous part thus ill to recompence But this it prooues me thinks that greatest meede It is to vertue soone to go from hence If God be iust as sure he is the best Amongst rewards he giues vnto the worthiest Nor was that least reward which you complaine To pay with Curtuous duty Natures debt Was neuer any man that could maintaine To longer terme a point of vertue yet O goodly praise and euen to be enui'd These vertuously did when they liu'd and whiles they di'd And if such gaine it be to leaue this light And losse to liue though you account it gaine If fellowship in you encrease delight In sorrow somewhat mitigate the paine For them it was the best say what ye will To go together whether Death be good or ill Besides in truth these two by iust account In life but one both Flesh and Spirit were And as in lawes esteeme they did amount But to one person so they seem'd to beare One mind And wa' st not fit one Dust one Graue One Soule one Enterance into heauenly ioies should haue Farre be from Death such cruelty to part So one a paire to breake so euen a yoke Heere to themselues were wont to wish you dare Might neuer faile to hit them at one stroke Goe blessed Spirits yfere which louely late Were in your life nor in your death be separate But O base Earthwormes whether shall I call Boldnesse or madnesse rather this of your Dare you presume t' emplead the Lord of all Or aske a reason of that Soueraigne power Why this he doth or thus Because he will His pleasure 's iust and that shal be performed still That will of his I doe but execute As now to take this Lady and her Knight At once away His pleasure absolute Was such O cease this vn-approached light With feeble eies to view nigh not this flame Poore flies for feare your wings be sienged with the same And yet for Prouidence this let me say If that high Wisedome neede defence of me Why should ripe corne in field for haruest stay Or mellow Apple hang vpon the tree These two were ripe for heauen or neuer none The bough but touch't with gentle hand they fell alone What need more words If ought be done amisse Blame not the seruant for the Masters will I did mine office If such villanies As Murther Theft and Treason I haue still Detested If base Gaine hath not infect These guilty hands if of no crime I be detect O if I shew you Christ in glorious throne With him the Court of heauen where be my friends The Patriarchs and Prophets euery one Apostles Martyrs all which at their ends Long wished for before faire welcom'd me If through my meanes this paire with these now ioined be O men I craue no fauour doe me right Condemne not thus a guiltlesse innocent Or if ye thinke to spend your hateful'st spight On him that you least harme yet neuer ment O let me die loe heere when all is seid The surest proofe to die not il Death would be dead I know I

griefe which can expresse it selfe is small That 's great which makes men in amazement fall Vpon the death of the most vertuous and religious Lady Madame SVSAN LEVVKENOR in allusion to her name signifying a Lilly FAire Lilly flower thou bearest thy name aright Amongst the Dames thou wast for woman head As is among the flowers the Lilly bright Like flower thou hast not left vs in thy stead For beauty and sweetnesse bounty modesty And lilly loue and purest chastity And chiefly for thy sweetest sweetnesse piety Thou wast A wofull word alas to say Now like a Lilly which vnkindly frost Or soultering heat through Phoebus piersant ray Hath smitten right anon soone hath it lost That goodly state became it erst so well And that pure white wherein it did excell Yet of the former sweetnesse doth reteine some smell Or as the Lilly rauncht with cruell hand From tender stalke to dight some garland gay Hath reau'd the garden where it wont to stand Of that faire sight which there it did display So thou ô cruell Death whose fell despight Of fairest flower hath rob'd our garden quite Faire Lilly thou in heauens garland shin'st more bright O! as the Lilly cropt doth yet retaine Within her root some part of liuing power Which may with Springs returne put forth againe And many stalkes adorne ech with his flower So mought it ô faire Lilly fare with thee Many like flowers for one God let vs see O goodly sight And so it is or so shall be W.B. On the death of Sir EDVVARD LEVKNOR and his Ladie DEath came to him she willing he should liue Called pale Death vnto her weary bed And wish'd her dearest husband mought suruiue And that she might be stroken in his sted He heard her sute and death importuned To ceaze on him and suffer her aliue So ech would faine their life for other giue Death with the choice amaz'd at last thus sed 'T is pity that a paire of soules so deare Should by my fatall stroke be seuered One would be loth to liue without his fere One shall not be without the other dead Ah Death I wist not earst thou wert so witty But call'st thou Pitty this 't was cruell pitty Vpon the death of the woorthy Knight Sir Edward Lewkenor and his vertuous Ladie SHould I inuoke your aide you luklesse nine Or pray you helpe my sorrow-burthened verse Sits not with mournfull plaintifs to be fine Or stately strowe fresh flowers on fading herse Suffice me that my sorrowes selfe may be Both Muse and matter to mine Eligee Nor need I now those howling hirelings aid That helpe affection with their mourning art Tribute of teares is easie to be payd Soone weepe the eyes when wounded is the hart Let fained loue shed teares enforcedly Vnfained mine will weepe vnfainedly Had not the headlong fates with ruthlesse spight Bereau'd these Worthies of beloued breath My sullen words had not my thoughts endight Nor had I worne a sable Cypresse wreath But now vnhappy now th' heauens so ordaine What heauens decree we spurne thereat in vaine If heauens fate-binding doome be such and such Why do I fill the aire with bootlesse plaints Let not my wailefull verses haplesse touch Disturbe the arches of these quiet saints But ô let passions tongue haue leaue to speake Lest passions fury make his prison breake Ah neuer let me so respectlesse part But rather let these sorrow-drenched eyes Streame out whole fountaines from my sobbing hart And let my plainings eccho to the skies So may the euer-turning heauens proclaime Our home-bred sorrowes to another maine Let not those dayes be mark't except with teares Or wip'd out of the Kalender of Time Nor hang in file on Genius siluer heares Guilty of so inexpiable crime As wont the guilty conscience flie the light Let them be couered all with pitchy night Let not ô let not after-times record The fatall sisters lawlesse power of death Was such O why should these sad dayes afford Matter for backe-bite Momus brood to breath Their ioyfull Iöes to a higher straine Or frame triumphals to their bitter vaine As if ô madnesse any would be glad Or please their moody fancies at this sight When Enuies selfe at this euent is sad And black-mouth'd venemous vnhallowed spight Dares not prophane those sacred altars Fame Erects and iustly to their vertuous name And ô what madnesse hath my wit distraught Vnkindly to enuy their high estate I saw their happy soules with pleasures fraught Triumphant enter in Elisium's gate Elizaes spirit with the blessed rest Did flocke to welcome so desired guest Liue long in blisse you heauen-beloued soules For vs since we your dearest presence lost Since what we most desire great God controules Yet shall our comfort in this one be most That what your happy breath whilest you did liue The same your blessed memory shall giue W. Firmage DEATHS APOLOGIE and a Reioynder to the same STay Stay good men Runne not so fast away My word I will not harme you once trust Death Loe here my dreadfull dart aside I lay See see these fearefull fooles As if full eath I could not soone at take ye if me list Was neuer man could yet out-runne me that I wist But hearken Sirs the whiles I heere defend Mine innocence against your harmlesse spight Ye talke and write your list as if ye wend That Death were deafe or had no sense of sight In these large eye-holes Rest perswaded thus I heare ye all and reade I trow vt Clericus In euery leafe before loe heere the priefe Ye raile on me and at your pleasure call False cruell cursed Traitor fellon thiefe Once shall I be auenged on ye all Nay stay I 'le keepe my word now though not long But this I say be Iudge your selues ye do me wrong For first I plead I am an officer Of highest God whom ye haue all agilt Was neuer Hangman counted Murtherer Or once araigned for the bloud he spilt Nor am I Traitor false that warne before Let no man trust me Thus I counsell euermore I am no Thiefe for nought I take away The soule and body both I leaue behinde But this is true that from the baser clay I separate the purer spirit the minde Multiplication or Alchymy You mought me thinks more truly call my maistery Yet not which lawes forbid of heaped gold This worlds good I recke not all a beane And whatsoeu'r I be I dare be bolde Of couetise to iustifie me cleane Of briberie and partialitie No officer I trow is in this world so free But to be faultlesse I account but small Except I well deserue I nought excuse What euer crime that I am charg'd withall O then vngratefull men which thus abuse Your chiefest friend and rage as ye were wood At him that is the only worker of your good From wretched world the confines of your life To blissefull Paradise from whence ye fell By one offence occasioning the strife Twixt God and you