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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

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

must And well I am content To leaue this thanklesse office what you men Account worst ill let be my punishment Soone let me die Crie lowder yet Amen But Sirs you must go first no remedy Whil'st any one of you's aliue Death cannot die Come then Who shall be first which to dispatch That Hangman Death through his owne noble hart To stabbe the Traitor will this dagger snatch Or with this halter lesse to feele the smart Will helpe to hang the Fellon speedily Or with himselfe empoison him more cunningly Thou hast deseru'd to die Take here this knife Do some iust thing aliue with edge or point And thou in this disgrace what boots thee life From yonder Tower thou mayst thy necke disioynt Thou know'st not how to liue why draw'st thou breath Needs must thou die chuse while thou maist some fairer death Thy dearest friend thy loue thy life is gone Vnfaithfull senselesse blocke why stai'st behinde Thy goods be lost why mak'st thou bootlesse mone Till beggerie or famine do thee finde O Coward wilt thou take this iniurie Without reuenge Or die or kill And kill and die Old man I know thou hast of life thy fill Die Die poore babe thy life begins with teares Die wretched men you call vpon me still You happie die whilest yet no ill appeares Die all that once the feare of Death were past T 's but a minutes while As good at first as last A REIOINDER TO Death O Subtill Death that would'st enmoue my minde To loath this life and from my pensiue brest Dislodge it selfe The stronger law of kinde A secret bond which can not be exprest Enchaines that with this body still to dwell I hate thee Death suppose that why I can not tell Yet if from God from whom none ill may be This life doe come 'ts good if that be ill Which good depriues for all thy Sophistry I know thee well The worke of Sathans will The wracke of Nature The first borne of Sinne Gods curse The wretchednesse we men be wrapped in Thou plead'st thou art an Officer No lesse Is Sathans selfe the cruell fiend of Hell Thy wicked words thy murthering mind expresse That would'st perswade weake men themselues to quell Traitour thou giuest no warning that we know Not thou that none thee trust but wisedome warneth so A threefold thiefe thou are which takest away Soule from the body body from the soule Both from the world And that which thou dost say To scuse thy coueteise I can controule By text of holy writ Three other moe To thee there beene whose greedinesse neuer saith ho. Art thou not partiall which alike do'st take Vnequals all why staies thy fatall blow From traiterous wretches first why do'st thou make The best thy marke God mercy would it so The best be fit for heauen the worst may mend So would his Iustice all our liues came to one end No thanke to thee well yet thou freest our life From many miseries So greater ill Secures the lesse As where the Plague is rise It ceaseth other sicknesse wilt thou still Vaunt from sinnes bondage how thou set'st vs free That honour's Christs vaine boaster 'ts no thanke to thee What Do the damned Ghosts from sinne surcease Or see they Christ or rest in heauenly blisse As true it is that these which now in peace Haue left this world which knew they should not misse Of better-changed life were friends to thee O no they wish't and longed for eternity And dar'st thou mention Christ with caytiue tongue Thine enemy thy conquerour thy death Or promise Paradise o filth and dung Which nigh infectest with thy noysome breath Those heauenly ioies So vaunted once the Flie She rais'd the dust whilest on the waine she pearch't on hie Thou lik'st Death well No wonder that at all Fooles loue themselues though riuals be away That passeth yet where thou do'st sadly call To helpe dispatch thee men themselues to slay Thy worth 's not such Nor we such fooles to die O subtile folly soone the feare of death to flie I can a better way than that I trow I will despise and scorne thy hurtlesse hisse Alas poore worme thy sting is gone I know Doe then thy worst Thy worst shal be my blisse I haue deseru'd to die And so I shall I must when God is pleas'd I am content withall Yet shall it not be vengance for my sinne Christ is my boot that neuer made offence His death or rather life shall enterance winne For me to Heauen when thou debar'd from thence Shalt headlong into lowest Hell be cast Go now and vaunt to giue the thing thou neuer hast As to the rest if in disgrace I be The more I 'le scorne thee If my state be base I 'le liue in spite of Death more bold more free Let them feare Death that stand in Fortunes grace Needs must I die what skils it when or how One life I haue let Tyrants take of that inough My friends are gone Their happinesse is more I 'le loue them in their issue left aliue O might I lead them their high steps t' adore Though far before and to their Fame suruiue My faith should well appeare though left behind If not their Death with griefe shall oftner come to minde My goods are lost No goods or els not mine I had not lost them had they beene mine owne Ill mote I thriue if for such losse I pine My patience left my state 's not ouerthrowne If I be wrong'd I 'le wreake me at my will I 'le take a noble vengeance and do good for ill What sayest thou Death Put on thy dreadfulst face And arme thy murthering hand with bloudy dart From vertues path I will not step a pace With God to friend all should it sticke my hart Thus liu'd this paire whose bodies dead here lie Thus di'd O Christ so let me liue so let me die Loe heere I meeke me to thy gouernance Lord of my life and death welcome thy will Thy souereigne wisdomes gracious purueyance Shall be my wish please thee to spare or spill If thy offence as greatest ill I flie That while I neither care nor feare to liue or die FINIS ERRATA Pag. 1. lin 2. vneath to p. 3. l. 4. bites the graue p. 12. l. 10. defletura p. 12. l. 17. supremos p. 13. l. 18. tantu'st p. 14. l. 11. it chorus p. 14. l. 18. mensis p. 15. l. 13. R. Theob p. 16. l. 3. vndique vos p. 16. l. 4. vndique deflent

Or why the godly 'T is their gaine And more if speedily That one cause of complaint remaines together these be gone But this was euermore their wish neither would liue alone Vere nobilis pius D. Edouardus Lewkenor serò sepultus lugendus semper POst cita fata tibi funus serum obtigit At quàm Post tua sera dolor funera longus erit Vita breuis funus serum tumulusque perennis At dolor est vitâ longior tumulo I Leuknere anima haec astris est dignior istic Laeta superuiuet tumulo lachrymis In Coniuges coniunctissimos DVxêre vitam nec diuturnam satis Simitu beatam amore dulci coniuges Clausere demum at citius extremum diem Simitu beati morte sanctâ coniuges Quin supremi compotes ambo poli Hausere puri poculum vnum nectaris Et nunc eâdem vestiuntur gloriâ Beati amore morte coelo coniuges IOS HALL Coll. Eman. In obitum religiosissimi Militis Edoardi Leukneri LEuknerus iste quem sepultum in marmore Plangunt amici turba moesta languida In fornicato coelitum palatio Inter micantes syderum globos sedet Vbi praemiorum iustus arbiter Deus Stellis tot ornat fulgidis celsum caput Quot ante gessit corde virtutes suo Illic beato conditoris in sinu Lustratur illa quae per obscurum vident Quicunque carnis non soluti vinculis Caliginosum hoc incolunt tentorium Nos turba tristis interim fata incessimus Et saxa tanquam fixa terrae quaerimus Illum in sepulchro cui tamen virtus sua Etiam ante mortem fecit in coelo locum Humana spes aeternitatis inclytae Niuis instar esset quam procellosi furor Percussit Austri visque flammantis Dei Si mors triumphum consequatur alterum Animamque tumulus idem ossa contegat Sed non vigorem saeua mors tantum tenet Condi sepulchro corpus haud anima potest Emergit illa mensque magnorum virûm Aeternitatis arduam calcat viam Habe ergo gurges corporum corpus tibi Quondam beati spiritus habitaculum Vanum trophaeum sit licet tantùm viri Corpus thesaurus maior quam vt cedat tibi Ode in qua D. D. Edouardi Susannae Leukenorum coniugum inuicem amantissimorum cum caeteroqui multifariam tum breui mortis interuallo nobilium apotheosis PAr inuidendum nec lachrymabili Vexanda versu funera funera Auctura stellas sub axes Conspicuam meritura sortem Seu vos repostas imperio iuuat Vrgere terras seu dare splendida Inter paternos iura ciues Seu liquido radiare ponto Nam nec superbas Naxia flectere Edocta tigres dignior asseri Nec saeuus Orion minaci Vel iaculo violens vel ense Foecunda coelo copia fortium Nec insolenti sydera pellice Grauantur olim RARA castis Conqueritur plaga sub maritis Hoc fine vestras fas mihi tollere Laudes amplo dicere carmine Diuisa vix vllâ duorum Fata morâ parilesque cursus Simul profecti non simul ad locum Venistis ambo nam prior optima Dignata Nympharum coronâ est Et volucres agitauit alas Vel illa sexûs munere libera Palmae appropinquans melior pede Vel faecis expers humidaque Mole carens propiorque Diuis Proh quanti amare est non tulit hanc vicem Lato relictus sponsus in aequore Iam solus haerentemque gliscit Quâlibet expedijsse metam Non ille vitae parcus omnium Contemptor atras quò redimat moras Sed nulla cunctantem sub arcto Vota iuuant spacioque languet Fertur Cupido purpureas sibi Dempsisse pennas protinùs viro Aptasse prudens his perito Remigijs sapienter vti Tum copulantur Nunc quoque si fides Caelo receptos ludere sic iuuat Nymphamque porrectam marito Praetimidas glomerare plantas SAMVEL COLLINAEVS C. Regal TEn thousand thanks ye Muses for your paine How may poore sheepheard euer hope requite Your curtesie but debtor still remaine Vnlesse you take this recompence though light T' admire your skill and wish your Poësie May giue or from your subiect take eternitie But mought it not offend your learned eares The ruder song of simple countrey swaines Vncunning all be ioyned to your teares Small cunning needs him that indeed complaines Ah well I wot our rymes be base and poore But if they shall expresse our griefe we wish no more FVNERALL VERSES Vpon the death of the religious famous and vertuous knight Sir Edward Leuknor and Dame Susan his wife IF euer Countrey cause had to complaine For losse of one who did her state vpholde By iustice due the right for to maintaine And beat downe wrong with courage good and bolde Then Suffolke mourne for thou hast lost that wight This worthy man Sir Edward Lewkenor Knight If euer children yet had cause to say We are depriu'd of louing Parents deare Who train'd vs vp in feare of God alway Whose vertues true did in their life appeare Then children mourne more cause haue you than other Depriu'd at once of father and of mother If Shepheard true had euer cause to weepe For losse of such who lou'd him as their life For tender lambes for faithfull louing sheepe Who lou'd his peace and loath'd all iar and strife Mourne gentle shepheard now great cause you haue For those two friends that couered lie in graue Amongst the rest who take the mourning parts Do we their seruants ioyne our willing hands In outward blacke and with true sabled harts Do we all mourne who ti'd in duties bands Did late enioy masters so deare and kinde Too good for vs vpright in heart and minde Farewell my light sayth dolefull Denham towne My ioy my stay my comfort in distresse My liuing life is now by death pull'd downe And for my ioy I mourne in heauinesse But cheare thy selfe let hope thy griefe asswage Of God supply in this succeeding age The poorer sort may sing their songs of griefe With tuning wo with sad and moistened teares For losse of these who fed them with reliefe And to their cry did open both their eares The poores complaint did neuer come in vaine For which on earth their lasting fame shall raigne O Traiterous death the stayes of publicke State Which pluck'st away Cruell which Parents deare From children Impious which do'st separate Pastors from sheepe Vniust with heauy cheare Which bid'st vs seruants seeke worse seruices Which rob'st the poore Hard harted mercilesse But welcome Death for thou art sent of God To them for ioy to vs for smarting rod. S.P. Vpon the death of the most religious Knight Sir EDVVARD LEVVKENOR LEt others lend their teares others their verse I le stand a dumbe admirer at thy herse These be the things which may adorne thy death And giue thy name an euer liuing breath Yet shall my tongue-tide admiration tell As much as others teares and verses will That