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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43397	An elegie vpon the death of Thomas, Earle of Strafford, Lord Lieutenant of Ireland vvho was beheaded upon Tower-Hill, the 12 of May, 1641 / by Thomas Herbert.	Herbert, Thomas, 1597-1642?	1641 (1641)	Wing H1528; ESTC R10577	3,659	9

AN ELEGIE VPON THE Death of THOMAS Earle of Strafford Lord Lievtenant of IRELAND VVho was beheaded upon Tower-Hill the 12 of May 1641. By THOMAS HERBERT Take an example from Lord Wentworth all Lest by high climbing you do chance to fall Printed Anno Dom. 1641. AN Elegie upon the death of THOMAS Earle of Strafford Lord Lieutenant of IRELAND Awake my drowsie Muse no longer dreame But in Apollo's Sisters divine streame Goe wash thy selfe swiftly returne againe Begging Melpomene her Tragick straine Noe Epithaliums I intend to write Nor will I Comicke Love Letters indite To want on Females I must touch the urne Thaw frosen hearts and make them with zeale burne I do intend all Mortalls to tell plaine From Earth they came to Earth they must againe But yet before that sad tale I do begin I le tell man what his Nature is and how by sinne Death is his wages assist me then great GOD Whilst I show man how he may scape thy Rod Draw an Example from Lord Wentworth all Whose Vertues lay obscured by his fall Mans definition is a Lump of Clay At first Divine untill sinne drove away That happinesse joy and felicitie Were then transformed into miserie Then man sublime by Nature did he grow His Soule with sinne like high water did flow But Oh Alas by it what did he get A world of sorrow and to live by swet Adam did lead the way and we like fooles Continue Trewants out of Vertues Schoole Poore men are not content but murmur still Because the World they have not at their will Rich men like Poets Icarus aloft do soare Never regarding they owe death a score Like Phaeton they vow for to ascend Although Ioves thunder forces them to bend But whither ramble I my Theame is to treate Of one whose Vertues once were counted great His vices I condole wondering to see The Devils malice link't with pollicie When he perceives a man like for to thrive In Gods affayres then doth he plot and strive Casting his golden baytes Riches and pride To hale him from such vertues cleane aside Angells rejoyce when as man doth do well Divells Triumph when as he is in Hell Was not this man whose deedes we did despise Once pious vertuous learned and wise Which caus'd our King his fortunes for to rayse In an iron age for to see golden dayes Which hee had enjoyd had not the Divell By sugry baytes acquainted him with evill O what is wisdome if it be abus'd Or what the best of things if but ill us'd The costliest jem ill usage doth deface The best of men sometimes come to disgrace Nor do I excuse him which doth amisse Nor will I Serpent like at 's sorrowes hiss Had I his Honours upon me conferr'd Why might not I as well as he been bar'd From doing well without JEHOVAHS ayd My fame with his in darknesse might be layd O therefore let none in derision say There once the head of a false Traytor lay We all are Traytors unto Heaven we all Are guilty of our Gransire Adams fall If GOD let slip who is it which can stand The best may fall and feele his powerfull hand Satan himselfe was once an Angell bright Who now is Prince of the infernall night Those which do think themselves clearest from sinne Know not the danger which their selves are in As before sayd we all base Traytors are For which judgements do wait on us though noe care Is taken to repent if GOD strikes we Suffer not Earths but Hellish miserie Were GOD not mercifull this very day Death might Arrest Oh who could his debt pay That were not for to loose a life or name Wife or Children or a glorious fame But Soule and body which do far excell Such Earthly trifles and be cast in Hell But to my Theame againe he wisdome had Honour and Riches why was he so mad Then not to be content but covet more And by ill courses to encrease his store Some such a question may propose I know I answere thus and thus their error show Why marvel'st thou that when man hath honour He is apt to follow Satans displayd Banner It is mans Nature still aloft to sore Though daily rising yet would he rise more Honour t is true an Earthly blessing is But yet sometimes it makes man do amisse Aiming at honour what Tragedies have been Acted by puft up Spirits blood was seen To die our Channels with a crimson gore Once here in England Traytors were sad store Man having Honours and conjoyn'd with pride To all affections made a nuptiall Bride Whence came the Roman Civill War which taxt The totall circle Orbe and each man vext But by two Spirits honoured of all By which Caesar did rise but Pompey fall Had not proud Haman honour as a King Who 'gainst poore Mordecaies complaints did ring Sitting i' th Gate and to him did not bend Wherefore his Life on Gallowes he must end But he escap'd and Haman he must dy His honour brought him unto miserie By which we may perceive honour oft times Ruines that man which highest seemes to climbe But yet mistake me not I do not say Honour makes all men perish and decay Be that far from me Peeres are in our Land Decked with Honour and yet firmely stand But GOD protects them he doth give them grace To rule their actions and maintaine their place Which that he may do still let good men pray And condole him which lately went astray Let all lament that Satan hath the force Man from his Heavenly maker to divorce To see that one which late was of renowne By Satans malice should be overthrowne Gush out in teares yee barrenest of eyes Breake Adamantine hearts that one so wise Vnfortunate should be so low to fall Let all good men lament his Funerall Not that he dyed but that his death was bad Let that the object be to make us sad O yee Honours why did yee not preserve Your Masters life why did you let him swarve From doing well why did hee eschew good Stayning by Treason his most noble blood Why stand yee silent and me no answere give Tell me where is your Master doth he live Are Honours dumb tell me yee riches then Where is your Lord once famous amongst men Methinks they answere me and thus do say Going to death from him we fled away O why do men then with so greedy speed Run after Riches when in our greatest need They cannot helpe us why do mortalls so Hugg Baggs of gold authors of Terrene woe Honour and Riches each man doth desire Which causes are to set their hearts on fire With worldly vanities and damned sinne Which are the causes we do griefe live in O then contemne them do them not regard But about thy Bul-wark still keepe watch and ward Thy Soule I meane which if but entered once T is ten to one thou loosest not thy sconce O did we knowe the Devills malice all We would for Riches not so often call Which are but miseries the Devills baytes Stuffed with venome and cramb'd with decayts What will our Vsurers refuse to do To obtaine wealth their Soules they will foregoe Rather than tenths ith hundred as for death They do not feare it push they yet have breath O foolish worldling sooth not up thy selfe That thou must live because of worldly Pelfe This very night thy soule may taken be And then for gold thou 'st nought but miserie Death feareth none no not the greatest Kings Monarchs he wounds and to the grave downe brings His dart can pierce the thickest Coate of Male Vndaunted still he rangeth with lookes pale And hideous none sees him but doth fly All are afrayd Deaths dart for to come nigh But fly whither they came Death wil them meet And for their Honour give a winding Sheete Couragious Souldiers and the Courtier neate In person though tall low little or greate If Death say unto them yee mortalls stand They dare not answere Sir at whose command If man but knewe his owne brittle estate And how he suject is unto each Fate His looks so lofty he would sure cast down Vpon his grave dig'd in some hole i th' ground Who knows how soon his glasse it may be run Which being out alas his life is done Then doth he wish he sooner had repent And in the world so vainly not been bent Their Riches Honour or their earthly fame Cannot redeem them from eternall shame As man must dye so is there severall wayes To cut him short and end his wretched dayes None knowing when first borne what death to dye Whether by Rope Knife Axe Artillery My Lord of Strafford once sure little thought Crimes at so high a rate to have had bought Each man can tell what present is but who What in the future he shall undergoe Wherfore you which have honour and renown'd Be sure that guilty you be never found In offering to your King and Countrey wrong By haynous deeds or by offensive tongue If that your King doe shew unto you love Oh Love againe and trechery remove Farre from your hearts if this you doe deny Though Noble yet disgracefull death you die Art thou admir'd for Wisdome praise thy God O be not selfe-conceited least his rod Doe bruise thee into Atomies thy fame Being metamorphosed to eternall shame Hast Honours Riches ô imploy them well He which is Righteous beares away the bell Without the which what thing so ere be thine Is but vanitie puft with blustring wind They which desire to see JEHOVAHS face Earth must contemn and seek for heavenly grace O let Lord Wentworths fall which once was wise Cause us repent that by it we may rise The quintessence of valour he accounted was But yet the Devill was too strong alas Who can deride him and not rather weep That he by Satan should be layd asleep In vain securitie Ireland forget his sinne Only forsake those steps which he trod in To Englands Peeres let him example be Let them take warning by his miserie A Traytors name ô let them count it base For of all scandalls that 's the worst disgrace O here in peace let them still sit and sing Praises to God and Prayers for our King FINIS