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A61970	Svffolks tears, or, Elegies on the renowned knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston a gentleman eminent for piety to God, love to the Church, and fidelity to his country, and therefore highly honored by them all : he was five times chosen Knight of the Shire, for the county of Suffolk, and once burgess of Sudbury, in the discharge of which trust, he always approved himself faithful, as by his great sufferings for the freedoms and liberties of his countrey, abundantly appear : a zealous promoter of the preaching of the Gospel, manifested by his great care, in presenting men, able, learned, and pious, to the places whereof he had the patronage, and also by his large and extraordinary bounty towards the advancing of religion and learning, both at home, and in forreign plantations among the heathen.	Faireclough, Samuel, 1625?-1691.; Faireclough, Samuel, 1625?-1691.	1653 (1653)	Wing S6164; Wing F109A_CANCELLED; ESTC R21324	30,120	73

face to face When that the Emp'ror Titus did depart What cloudy looks moyst cheeks and heavy heart Might be beheld all o'r the Roman State Each single man bemoaning his sad fate And thus concerning him they did complain Titus is gone t' our loss though to his gain The same may we take up Gods darling 's gone 'T is for his good though our affliction Well mourn we may as in some silent grove Whil'st he in heavenly joyes triumphs above Nathaniel he was Gods gift to us A Gem a precious Pearl esteem'd and thus The greater was our joy but now deceas'd The more our grief and sorrows are increas'd It seems God gives and takes who can gainsay God saith Give me my gem who shall say nay Who shall resist his will Lord take thine own But give us leave our loss for to bemoan A custom 't was of old that men renown'd Not onely living but when dead were crown'd Marcellus once this honor did receive The same the Emperor Augustus gave To Alexander's Tomb Demetrius His Urn when he was dead was crowned thus Not any man more worthy of this Bay Then he for whom we celebrate this day A King he liv'd most worthy to be crown'd In whom so many graces did abound A King he di'd Deaths Victor now sits down In Heaven resplendent with a glorious crown When Death uncas'd his Soul it to Heaven tended And by his declination he ascended How now grim Death whence cometh thus thy rage What could'st finde none but th' Phoenix of our age To exercise thy cruelty upon No twinkling Star none serve thee but the Sun Thus to eclipse How do'st thou think shall we Deport our selves when we no Sun can see Whence this thy hate to break our Rule and Line To take our Pattern from 's that was Divine Hadst thou no white but innocencies heart Whereat to level this thy forked dart O 't is not he but we that feel the smart Lo here a Spectacle we see To teach us all what we must be Wouldst know thy mettal then look on The Mould and Earth thou tread'st upon Look here proud man behold thy Mother For at the first thou hadst no other She brought thee forth thou art her son Flesh of her flesh bone of her bone Thou must repay again what she hath lent thee Thy flesh thy bone and what e'r else she sent thee Tho. Marriot M. A. On the Death of that Noble Patriot of his Country Sir Nath. Barnardiston I Heard that many Poets went of late In a full throng to knock at Heavens gate Humbly beseeching Jove of his quick brain From whence Minerva without Mothers pain Or Midwifes help a witty Dame did flow Some few small Particles on them bestow And highly their immortal souls inspire With a divine and active nimble fire That they might fancies quick and high conceive And might even Virgil of his Bayes bereave 'T was granted then in haste to Helicon With fury rapt beyond themselves they run And for their guide among the nine they chuse A fullen melancholly pensive Muse To shew that bitter stream of Pegasus That prompted Naso with De Tristibus Of this they largely drinking to their fill Did into farre more bitter tears distill Sounding aloud in hideous lamentation As when Plague Sword and Famine fright a Nation I wondring curiously the cause desir'd VVhich so much wit and so much grief requir'd 'T was answer'd in a sad and doleful voyce By one whose sorrows did surmount his noyse Alas of all good men of such though blest The Catalogue 's but short we ' ave lost the best Prince in his Tribe his Countries Patriot By election made not undiscerning Lot A just wise honest noble Senator Lover of Peace contentions Arbiter Patron of Learning Poverties releife The Angels joy and ease unto friends grief Farewell brave Soul whom now the Saints do greet In all things high but in thine own conceit These great Elog'ums did me little move A stranger to his person and his love Beside I knew that Poets some for gaine Many for feare and more for hunger straine The musick of their pliant giddy passion To any humour of Mecaenas fashion Yet some impression I must needs admit Seeing whole Families and Hamblets sit Like Israel by Euphrate discontent As if his absence were their banishment I therefore did unto the Funerall show If not a Party yet Spectator goe There was the much lamented herse let down In hope of resurrection to a crown In silent vault confin'd with worms and dust Where marble must consume and iron rust Whence we expect a glorious release For th' seeds corruption tendeth to increase But when I saw the mournful Dowager Like Mary Magdalen by th' Sepulcher Fixing her eyes upon the greedy grave Which humane flesh unsatisfi'd doth crave As if in that cold bed she 'd rather lye Then part with her old loving company When Children Nephews Kinsmen there stood dumb Like Images to deck the dead Knights Tomb I could not then refraine but these tears lent As drops to th' Sea their sorrow to augment Sure he was very good who when life fayl'd Left so much wealth behind and 's yet bewayl'd Whose heir can slightly look upon his gold And wish't i th' live Testators hand untold But grieve not Sirs nor envie him his mind He 's far above what he hath left behind Nathaniel is not dead but was entic'd To leave his Fig-tree for to follow Christ Edmund Vnderwood A Funerall Elegie on the Right Worshipfull Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston WHen Abner dy'd King David then could say A great man fell in Israel that day But how may we lament to see Gods hand Thus snatch this great and good man from our Land This our right Worthy Sir Nathaniel Who did not suffer guile in him to dwel But when our giddy-headed Nation run After strange Meteors he most like the Sun Kept on his course in Justice Truth and Right And shin'd more clearly in this sable night Rend now your hearts and be confounded all That love the truth at Barnardistons fall When such strong pillars from the Church are ta'ne VVhat can we judge in reason to remaine But desolation yet great Jove can still Extract much good from greatest sence of ill Near forty years hath he most glorious been In strengthning vertue and suppressing sin Of all that knew him was he most renown'd And now by God that made him is he crown'd And in immortal glory shall remaine Until that day that all shal rise againe And then with Christ his Saviour shal appear To judge all those that were Apostates here John Soame Gent. An Elegie on the much lamented death of Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston VVEre I indued with that learned skil To mourn thy doleful death with such a quil As might it grave in lines as faire as those Thou wrot'st thy noble life in and compose Each sillable by so exact a square As that whereby thy actions formed were Then

and sleep in dust no danger fear'd Till that these bodies putrifactions prey Be raised up to life at the last Day The way is beaten to this house of Death The fatal enemie of Mortals breath A raw-bon'd carcase of his Head the haire And flesh is falne and left the skul all bare His eyes no eyes cannot be seen not see Worm-eaten nose one jaw no teeth hath he Yet heaps of men he daily doth devour And hundreds fall before him in an hour Within his cruel breast he hath no heart Yet full of courage and with deadly dart He kils yet neither arm he hath nor hand He hath no feet yet walks o're sea and land Nor arteries flesh nor sinews wonder Hath he all his joynts they are asunder His bones there one and here another lyes He smites there one and here another dyes Haste thither knock call know the cause why thus This leane starv'd Heluo snatcht our joy from us Could sacred Piety that adorn'd his mind The grace of heart and life no pitty finde Wilt thou thus wrong oh death the Publick weale And justice slay extinguish fervent zeal Pull down the Temples pillar quench the fire That Heaven 's sent and did to Heaven aspire Could neither faith nor faithfulness find grace Nor friendly love keep off thy Serjeants Mace Could not integrity and truth him save With Hezekiah from the greedy grave O Sun return yet shine on Sions hil On Ahaz Dial keep the shadow stil Why fel he not upon Elisha's herse That could the dead againe to life reverse Where is He now that Lazarus did raise Where is the widow of Sarepta's praise That might in flaming Chariot let him ride With him to heaven then he had not dy'd Shal I not once within this vale of tears Or shal I hold my peace not speak my fears Shal I not once again on earth behold That countenance so grave so brave so bold Which with a look could daunt the face of sin And make offence to hide it selfe with in Shal I not see his presence blesse the wals Wherein did sound his frequent sacred cals Of wife and children and of all the rest To waite on God who is for ever blest And beams of blessing from this Sunt ' expect That blest these blessings might on him reflect And as the Rivers to the Ocean pay Their tribute streams that in their channel play So daily Prayer answerers re-ascend In praises might to God and never end O never end your prayers and praises due To him that gave such sweet returns to you That you should pray and yet stil praise his name And walk in right before him without blame So did he walk and so attended went VVith all his traine and in the Temple spent Both hours and dayes and of all dayes the best VVherein both Christ did rise and God did rest The time though divers yet the precept 's one Writ and ingrav'd by Gods own hand in stone In midst of that his everlasting Law VVhich might at all time keep in dreadful awe All hearts and all induce his voyce with feare And faithful care and conscience to heare Oh! shal I never more observe that eye Intently lifted up unto the skie And hands stretcht out unto the throne of grace And bended knees to fall before the place VVhere shadowing Cherub cover'd with his wing The Mercy-seat of heavens mighty King From Golden Altar did the incense fly In clouds of smoke and mounted up on high God smelt the savour in his heart he said Behold it 's done according as thou pray'd And now O death can thee no prayer melt Wherein the highest God such sweetness smelt Release thy Prisoner and set o'pe thy gate Breake off those fetters free thy selfe from hate And let him rise from off that fatall bed VVhereon thou forc'd him to lay down his head Vnto the votes of high and low restore Their joy to be enjoyed as before VVhat aylest thou O Muse bereft of mind VVhat mean these words these empty puffes of wind VVil 't change the Fates and burn the sacred rowl Of Gods Decree and make thy selfe a scroul There to designe each one to death or life And heaven and earth to set at dismal strife Shal brazen mountains with a blast remove Or shal the Sun run retrograde above Shal morning o'pe her purple door i' th VVest And Moon and Stars to rule the day be prest And night shine forth with Phoebus orient beams And at thy will all rivers change their streams Then my Commission I to thee Wil give The living shal not dye the dead shal live And mortals all immortal shal become And wither'd branch with winter blast shal bloome And Adam shal with Eve to Eden go No fruit shal kil no friend shal be a foe But if that Adam must no more return Why should I break up Barnardistons urn His faith so Abraham dy'd yet did beleeve But Truth did Hezekiah once reprive And Lazarus did life againe inspire And to his body did the soul retire But know'st thou not how these of death did taste And back again unto my Palace haste Nor Abrams faith nor Isaacks Jacobs feare Could sheild them from deaths deadly piercing speare So Joseph Joshua and Josiah all By sooner later stroakes of death did fall And Job was patient under death's sad blow And mighty Sampson unto death did bow And David with his Worthies all did yeeld To death against his stroke they found no shield And John Christs bosome friend did hither hye And Christ himselfe the Son of God did dye Eliah left his Mantle him behind They sought him but in no place could him find His change like death and Enoch he is not Nor Rachels children Death became their Lot And thou O Muse shal be as one of these When Atropos thy thread to cut shal please O cruel Death can nothing then asswage Thy savage fury and thy direful rage Must all O Charon thee thy ferriage pay And all take Boat and all have over-lay Then come and to our Lazarus let us go And as he dy'd with him let us do so As Joseph went unto old Jacobs grave So shal this Saint of us attendance have What mean'st O Muse and whither dost thou wend When of thy passion wilt thou make an end Wilt thou presume on Sion Mount to stand And Heavens scepter sway in thy right hand The Lord by power and providence divine Did all unto their place and end assigne The Earth to Plants in Seas the Fishes swim The Birds in th' air do wave their feathers trim Shal not the fixed Stars in heaven shine What God doth own wilt thou detain as thine And why among the dead dost thou enquire For these that live lift up thy eye look higher There is a place beyond that mount most bright Whence Phoebus chariot shines with flaming light The stately City new Jerusalem Wherein doth dwel Jehovah God of Shem.

might I such an Elegie invent As should thy death unto the life lament Then such sad accents such a doleful verse I might breath forth as might become the herse Of a Nathaniel and might fully tell How sad 's the death of one that liv'd so well How as th' Inamorato of Sol's ray The Heliotrope which in the lightsome day Displayes its widest beauty to his light Doth closed mourn his absence in the night So doth the Country which with great desire VVont to receive th' influence of that fire Of prudent Piety which from thy brest Sent forth most glittering rayes but now th' art blest Else-where with light more glorious and dear Lament thy setting in our Haemisphear But 't is an Art my ruder Pen can't reach To mourn thee as becomes and so to teach Strangers to know thy pious worth and see How great a joy all good men lost in thee Besides to speake so highly in thy praise As thy true worth requires may chance to raise In some mens mindes mistrust of flattery And thy due praise be thought Hyperboly But since perhaps it might be thought a crime Now to be wholly dumb at such a time When so renown'd a Heroe cals to speake Somewhat I 'le say though but in accents weak And yet but little wil I speake and that Not in thy praise Reader do'st start hereat The reason 's this Not that I envie thee That which is known of all thy due to be But that thy worth far doth my Pen transcend And he that poorly praise doth discommend Not to disparage then thy worth in Layes Too meane by far for thy deserved praise All that I le say is only this to tell Thy worth needs not my praise 't is known so well Ralph Garnons M. A. On the Right Worshipful and ever honoured Knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston A Grave a Funeral my Muse no toyes Become this Scene no fancies like decoyes To tangle Readers in a pleasing maze Of lofty words wrapt in Luxuriant phrase These are not seasonable now our verse Can nought else speake or think of but a herse That Macedonian Trumpet that did bring Memento mori to a mighty King Instead of Ave Phillip late hath brought Vs doleful newes a sad disastrous thought Stand off come not too near give aire give breath I faint to speake of late unweildy death Snatcht not a Philip but Nathaniel hence An Israelite that of no guile had sence One whose rare piety that 's much admir'd Speake him an earthly Angel though attir'd In Robes of Flesh one of a higher mind Then could to lower regions be confin'd Whose heaven-born soul did still in contemplation Passe o're those heavenly joyes whose adumbration He fully now enjoyes those pleasing shades In sweet Elysi'um where joy never fades Those Hills of Solyma where purest streams Make glad the region of that Sun whose beams Those healing wings continually refresh The Sacred Pilgrim when dis-rob'd of flesh There rests this holy Saint what heretofore He could but see in part and wish for more H' ath now attain'd O rare state of perfection The end of hope joyes center Saints election Nor did his strict religion onely speak His Peerless worth which we alas poor weak And crazy mortals knew not how to prize But he had gifts more obvious to our eyes Love to his Country whose affairs he minded With so great care that none but envy-blinded Can cease condoling him whose name who hears In future times shall steep himself in tears And like sad Niob ' standing o'er his Tomb Shall kiss the Earth in whose most happy Womb He lies inclos'd and to his sacred Urn As to a Delphick Oracle shall turn But stop my Muse his V●rtues so transcend Thy weak expression that perhaps i' th' end Thy minde may be mis-deem'd and some may raise An argument against thee from thy praise Better forbear to speak then speaking wrong The harmless dead to whom all praise belong Condole we then his loss his Vertues pass Prais'd by themselves engrav'd in firmest Brass Which time shall ne'er wear out nor malice blot But Fame shall render blameless without spot Yet this admit the more his Vertues shone Our loss the greater and the more our moan O for a Mount of Tears to sleep upon Acis or Biblis for a Helicon But wishes boot not clear we then our eyes He 's singing now triumphant Elegies Whil'st we poor mortals groveling here below Fall short of that his praise we fain would show This onely dare we own that for his Herse If fancy fail yet grief hath made a Verse Abrah Garnons M. A. The Offering of an Infant-Muse to the Memory of Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston YOu Sager Heads that do attend this Herse Accept the Homage of a Yonglings Verse Tears are griefs rhetorick and a Childe though weak Knows how to weep before it learns to speak I have my end although my stile be rude Who do not study wit but gratitude This Noble Gentleman when first I came Into the world bestow'd on me my Name Now he hath lately left the world shall I Foolishly modest suffer his to die What though far abler Pens applaud him yet They meant to pay their own and not my debt His prayers for and favors to me shown No other Muse proclaims besides my own Which though a new-Born spark yet such a Name May quickly mount it up into a flame A Name wherein you nothing mean can spy His Birth Place Person Graces all were high Whilest here But now he in those heights doth dwell That nothing but an Angels tongue can tell My Infant-Muse opprest with such bright glory Leaves flaming Seraphims to write his story Nath. Owen Anno Aetat. 12o Obsequies to the Memory of Sir Nath. Barnardiston Kt. GIve leave my Friends unto this sable Herse To offer up a Tributary Verse Even such as love and sorrow shall suggest Sorrow ne'er made good Poet Love the best O! how much rather if th'all ordering hand Of Providence Divine which none withstand Had so dispos'd I would have brought this day My salutary vows but now the way To joy 's shut up The scene which whylome we Thought Comick now ends in a Tragedy Where were yee Galen and Hippocrates Thou Paracelsus who didst vainly please Thy self to boast with thine Elixar's art To make a man immortal could'st that part Have acted here or some years lusters more Have added to his lives lease on this score Like loyal Romans for Augustus we A during statue to thy memory Would have erected grav'd thy name in Brass Lasting to ages glory But alas Nor Themison nor Aesculapius Machaon thou nor Podalirius Mongst the Galenick Nation though you be Cheif Doctors could you bring a remedy To supersede this fate That hand that gave This wound Achilles like could onely save Then which no other weapon-salve I know Nor universal medicine here below He 's therefore gone and we alive to see The Monument of our mortality His

impresse That rul'd thy actions and as firmly stood As doth the Oke the Monarch of the wood VVhose stately towring top scorns to strike sayl Like to the Poplar to each whiffling gale And dance a quaver with a trembling bough VVhen Boreas plays a crochet on his brow Men now adays in such a posture stand That 's ready to receive each base command Blow what wind wil like the wind-serving Vane They wil comply then as you were again Mechanick spirits with their supple joynts Can ring the changes to a thousand points And please their ears too with that Stygian sound That 's harsh enough ev'n Babel to confound But Barm'ston moved in an higher sphear Disdain'd to crouch unto degenerous fear And on the Hinges turn his Patron knee To dance the humours of disloyalty Blush blush you servile natures that can mould Your very souls into what frame you would New cast your moulds and work your brittle clay To such a temper as with honour may Heav'ns-broad-backt Porter Atlas strength excel And under-prop the Churches cittadel And tott'ring state A pillar we have lost By deaths unhappy stroke our glory 's crost An ancient Pillar whose firm basis stood Supporters of the truth and what was good Ev'n when surrounded with the dangerous seas Of Errors ●●hisms and Metamorphoses Call it Seths pillar wonder and vouchsafe To read th' inscription in this Epitaph Behold Nathaniel sayes sacred style An Isra'lite indeed in whom 's no guile An holy vessel tunn'd with noble breath By Surgeons broacht to be drawn out by death Mirrour of goodness and of constancy Gods gift our losse within this vault doth lye Quòte maesta pedes an quò via ducit in aedem Musa perantiquum quid petis aegra locum Fortè sepulchrales mens est invisere sedes Et veterum exuvias ossaque spectra times Flebilis illa refert vix ora in verba resolvens Heu cineres magni nominis urna tenet Et dictura fuit Barmston dolor occupat ora Sic vox ipsa haeret faucibus exit Io. Tesequar at lentis pedibus modò currite versus Funeris heu maestos cogor inire modos Stella serena poli cecidit jam gloria nostri O decus O nostri stella serena poli Hac signante viam non qualem erraticus ignis Nil metuit populus stagna profunda dolos Infaustos nusquam radios diffudit in orbem Evomuitve iras bella nefanda neces Indidit huic nullas vires natura malignas Quales cancer habet scorpius a●que canis Quin dedit aspectus aequos frontemque benignam Luce sub innocuâ non latet ulla lues Scilicet innumeri fulgent hinc indè planetae Et nova dispergunt lumina quale decus Fert quasi stelliferam per dorsum stellio sphaeram Sed cave tabificam pixida pectus habet Lucifer Angelico zeli larvatus amictu Decipit incautum credulitate gregem Augustam Phoebi faciem mortalibus aegris Invida opaco aufert corpore Luna suo Non tulit haec nostrum magno dum luxit in orbe Aequali peragens tramite Sydus iter Meeoenas Trabeatus Eques Pascit Colit Ornat Clerum Jus Patriam Munere Voce Fide Singula quid memorem Nil non laudabile Barmston Stemmata nobilitans stemmate prisca suo Nubibus immunis translato est mortis Horizon Occasu claro pulchrior ortus erit Ra. Astel An Elegy on the Death of the Right Worshipful Sir NATH. BARNARDISTON IF Davids Worthies God himself recount In Writ Divine which doth humane surmount If Christ the anointing of his holy Head Deign'd as an honor done t' his Funeral Bed And to requite this pretious Maries favor Embalm'd her name with Everlasting savor Then do we not amiss this faithful Knight To praise and recommend if so me might Hereafter move to pious emulation Posterity by holy imitation And not his Son alone to bear the Name And Heir his Grace but others gain the fame Of being like this er'st renowned Knight To equal and surpass him if they might Whil'st others envy Ministers are bound His praise by Word and writing forth to sound To him who did Prophets on Earth receive Prophets reward both God and Man shall give Nathaniel don coruscus Barnardiston Vixit in hac terra nobilitatu● Eques Vixisset semper regeret si stamina vita Vox populi cujus claruit auspic●it Clarus ad invidiam quem sic neque dira simultas Flexit ab officio carcere sive mini● Mista priora novis nec summa pericla movebant Obstrictum Patriae cum pietate Deo Eripit hunc nobisque suit mors scaeva videmur Orbatam patriam flere perinde domum Quem Deus indid sit rapuit mors sava queremur Non rapuit reddens officiosa Deo Ossa quidem nobis anima ascendente reliquit E●apsam ut vestem quam tenet arca pia Qua Deus expurgans simul fulgore deaurans Regis in adventu vestiet ad thalamos Haec vates sperans ovat gestitque videre Nunc Monumenta spei tunc documenta rel. Observantiae causa posuit Clemens Ray On the Death of that most Illustrious and worthy Knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston OFt have I seen in veiwing Monuments Of Roral Drops from Marble strange descents Wonder not why this Rocky Marble weeps For lo here Noble Barnardiston sleeps The sleep of death 't is strange to cloudy sence That in the Tomb there seems no difference 'Twixt just and unjust Pebble and the Gem. Here vertue seems to wear no Diadem 'T is strange here seems to fall such equal lots Upon the Traitors and true Patriots But cease fond heart to wonder 't is not hard God is to such th' exceeding great reward And sure to him who yet could ne'r be wone To act a Proteus in Religion Reward in life he met with great renown God did his faithful acts with glory crown Reward in death for when the world shall see Those Pha●tons in dust interred be Both names and bodies too and them shall laugh To scorn to see no better Epitaph Then this Lo here their skeletons are laid Who once their Country and their Church betray'd His name shall live as one that witness'd well Himself to be a true Nathaniel ACROSTIC Nomen in aeternum Barnurdistone perenne Augusta humanum pectus dum capsula condit Tulampas terris ast inter sydera coeli Haud minimus meliore tui jam parte manebis Accingens radiis nitidis tua tempora Phoebus Noster amator eras artis sophiaeque patronus Imminuere decus gentis virtutis honorem Electi Heroes fidei tu semper amicus Lex tibi grandis erat virtus quae nescia vinci Bruma perennis adest nobis te sole cadente Astra calore carent nitidi sine lumine Phoebi Rara fides genti virtus procerumque propago Nostrorumque decus capitis tua gloria magni Ast nihili pendens tu talia {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman}