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Astraea's tears an elegie vpon the death of that reverend, learned and honest judge, Sir Richard Hutton, Knight.
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Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.
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very day fits this Solemnitie ASHWEDNESDAY Ashes to ashes turne Like precious Treasures closed in an Urne Though in â—…heir Ceremony different From that knowne Preparation unto Lenâ—… So antiently solemniz'd for in stead Of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 on the head Thy precious Soule so richly beautifide Expects thy ashes to be glorifide But lo â—…he pâ—…ace where thou interred art Presents new-pensive Objects to my h rt For neare this Holy ground of thine possest A grâ—…mmer Hagge then Dâ—…ath did me arrest Till â—…hy jâ—…st-judging Eye did rightly scan My causâ—… and free'd me from th' 〈◊〉 For ne're was man surpriz'd with more deceite Noâ—… with more Grace retreved from a Grate No more no more true tearâ—…s have drencht my sight The Evening crownes the Day Just Judge good night Terris Astraea reclusit 〈◊〉 conspicuam lucem mâ—…gis Oâ—…be priorem Astraea's Anthem COme Astâ—…aea and descend To pâ—…rtake 〈◊〉 Iuâ—…ges end Who was styl'â—… the poore mans friend Here a Shrinâ—… you need not reare We have one of Ambâ—…r here Cimented with pitties teare Come then deare Astraea come Shippe him to Elysium And record what he ha's don That his living faâ—…e may win Other Lights to follow him UPON THE DEATH OF another Reverend learned and judicious Patriot of our Nation One no lesse nobly descended then richly endowed And One Whom in the dispensation of Justice neither price prayer nor power could surprize Passion transport nor Affection ingage Epitaph HEre lyes a Jâ—…dge of whom it may be s'ed H 'as got more ground â—…hen â—…'re he purchased By this seven foot for he was well content To keepe that state was left him by descent A simple worlding easily beguil'd In trusting of his substance with a Child A subtile Child who from his Stygian shore Had tricks to cosen him and hundreds more A numerous Bâ—…ok man who from severall places Câ—…uld store his pleadings with a thousand Cases Which prov'd his Studies were estrang'd from Sloath His Leafes not Spider-wov'n nor known to Moath As I 've seene some who shelv'd large volumes by theÌ„ But knew not what was in them should you try them These take up Law and Learning upon trust And with a Foxes taile brush off the dust Fâ—…om thâ—…ir rare-vâ—…sited Authors Suâ—…h as these Account it their prime Theoâ—…y to get fees Whereas this Patriot had an higher aime Holding a precious name his chiefest gâ—…ine He knew his Heart triangular to be A faire resemblance of the Trinitie And thâ—…t it could no more be fill'd with mould Then a tri-angâ—… by a Circle could This thâ—…s inlarg'd his intellectuall ayme To th'place from whâ—…nce his purest â—…ssence came Which 〈◊〉 did so much improve him While hâ—… was Judge he ey'd a Judge above him Sâ—…â—…â—…ex judiâ—…is astâ—…r Suâ—…ditus arbitrio Mot. VEâ—… ANâ—… Aâ—…EO ARENS VIREO To the unperioded memory of the Honourable RICHARD MOLLINEUX Viscount Mollineux of Mariburg A Funerall Teare FATE couldst thou find a more perplexing word Then to pronounce Death on mine Honour'd Lord But since th' ast past thy censure he should dye Finde One that may his temp'â—…ature supplye So sweetly milde religiously wise So gracefull to all knowing hearts and eyes So nobly rich in faculties of mind So firme unto his owne to all so kind Shew me one Instance and I will not tax Fate to deprive the State of Mollinax But thou reply'st it is the fault of Time To merit few good men it is not mine 'T is true yet we for tarâ—…s shed oft more tearâ—…s Then for the scaâ—…tering of our wheaâ—…en-eares Let 's learne our passions then to moderate As they râ—…flect upon the publique State For great 's the losse must needs be understood When we lose such as are both great and good To the pious memory of that judicious Patriot of his Countrey Sir CHRISTOPHER DALSTON KNIGHT A Friends farewell THe fabrick of this Building now 's pull'd downe The higher parted from the lower roome The â—…ver of this structure turn'd to dust The Center mâ—…de a Pâ—…lour for the just Dull stones are rubbish uselesse for exâ—…mple This fit for th' polish'd corners of the Temple The price thâ—…n of this Gem who value can But He who now enjoyes it God and man Upon his death TO some on Earth a quicker death is given No course can be too spâ—…edy unto heav'n In him lies here this may be verâ—…fide Who dide to Earth before on Earth he dide He heard his Saviours invitation Come And he no sooner heard him then he run This made him sleâ—…ght his life to show his love Hâ—…ving his feet below his faith above PANARETEES TRIVMPH OR HYMENS heavenly Hymne Paeana cantat Hymen tacâ—…at lachrymobile Carmen LONDON Printed by T. H. for Philip Nevil and are to be sold at his Shop in Ivie Lane at the signe of the Gun 1641. PANARETEES TRIVMPH OR HYMENS heavenly Hymne REmove that funerall-pile now six whole yeares Have beene the Nursing mothers of my tâ—…ares These rivell'd furrowes of mine aged cheeke Have writ griefes characters exceeding deepe But what 's perpetuall cannot mix with earth Joyes must partake with teares and teares with mâ—…rth Those carelesse foldings of mine armes must cease While ayres resounded cares and carâ—…s ay-mees While 〈◊〉 were threnes ech motion of my tonguâ—… The dying accent of a Swan-like song These must be closed in her sâ—…cred shrine Whose living beautie while enstyled mine Mâ—…de me too earthly-blest Another rite Must banish these presenâ—…ments from my sight Yâ—…t in their exile shall I still retaine That Anniversall mem'ry of her Name As those declining-eâ—…rth-resolving flowers Where wee 'r to celebrate these Rites of ouâ—…s Shâ—…ll to my thoughâ—…s a Fnnerall Lecture read And in a fresh Brides beauty eye her dead With such an active sorrow as her Tombe Were th'marriage-bed whereto I sought to come Yet must this time with Funerall teares dispence And with a feagned Solace ravish Sense As if it went to entertaine a Guest Which h'as bene long estranged from my brest So have I seene the Sunne his beauty shroud And suddenly breake from a sable cloud With an imperiall splendor but that beame Became the true â—…orerunner of a Streame So have I seene Plants in a forward Spring With bloomes and blossomes lively flourishing Yâ—…t long before th'imbroder'd Spring were done Those Plâ—…ts were seer'd and all their blossoms gone So have I seene a glorious Starre appeare As if sole Empresse of that Hemispheaâ—…e Dâ—…rting her twinkling lights and marching round Contract her Orbe and fall upon the ground So have I seene a manly spirit fight With death so long as Oyle afforded light Nay smile upon his viâ—…itants and say I hope e're long my friends to have the day Yet see vaine hopes before next enter-breath He proves these were but lightnings 'fore his death So I so my moist eye which though it seeme To take the world with a pleasiâ—…g beame And her dis-sorting passions to exile With the reflexion of a forced smile
Ostridge nest That raz'd for brâ—…nging Courts into request Playing his Cards so to his publick shame For all his huge Ruffe He must lose the Game One in a Funerall pompe goes to his Grave One in triumphant port jetts to receive His Consul-charge yet e're the next Moonth come A Writ of Ease may kick him from his roome For as 't is fit whens'ere th'Dictator please He must surrender by a Writ of Ease Laugh laugh Democritus for thou art free From these State fears Who is he mindâ—…th thâ—…e This merry frumping Stoick meets soone after With other Objects to revive his laughter Pie-colour'd â—…umorists who make their Nation An apish introducer of each fashion And these he laughs and wonders at how Reason Should suffer Sensâ—… her Organs to imprison Briske sooles quoth he how you debase your mind In your prefâ—…rring of this outward rind Before 〈◊〉 inward pith Ye Statâ—… divines Who sâ—…rve Apollo but adore the times Moâ—…e then that God you serve you eaâ—…ly rise To 〈◊〉 him an heartlâ—…sse Sacrâ—…fice Whose Pâ—…iests you are But you sâ—…ll never find it Leave a peâ—…fuming preâ—…ous smell bâ—…hind it For you doe hold it a râ—…ligious theft To keepe ba k from h m th'l etter part oth'gâ—…st And so dâ—…lude your 〈◊〉 with wit But trust me Augurs you must smart for it For when Pâ—…ndora's Box shâ—…ll opened be Some will prove knavâ—…s weare Vâ—…rtues liverie O age refined age where nought seemes good But what sucks poyson from corrupted blood Hee 's no Philosopher but he must borâ—…ow Teaâ—…es from a madding joy or puling sorrow But how art thou transported â—…ye this Piece Whose living actions render'd an increase With high improvement freely I appeale To ev'ry corner of this Common-weale Where he administer'd iustice first of â—…hese To his long-practis'd Seate i th' Common pleâ—…s Where his confirmed judgement on that Benâ—…h Begot an awfull gracefull reverence In his Observers scorning to devoure Rich time in acting of the Oratour But in strong-sinnowy Arguments which were More for the Understanding then the â—…are Though pleasing both Students of Innes a Court T' augment their knowledge making there resort Beare Record of this Tâ—…uth no Supplicanâ—… So his dâ—…pending cause bore weight could want His count'nance and supportance where he went His Circuit too such generous content Did's 〈◊〉 to all men win As many Eyâ—…s and Hearts were sixt on him Whâ—…ns'ere he mounted those Prâ—…torian Stayres They shrâ—…lly eccoed with poor-meâ—…s prayers God 〈◊〉 thee and 〈◊〉 thee for us long Were plâ—…asing ayres distilling from each toâ—… guâ—… No man as yâ—…t against him e're could pick A Quarrell but a crack bâ—…ain'd Lunatick Or State-distracted 〈◊〉 who 'd averre Astâ—…aea false to make him singular Whose blastâ—…d reputation ever shall Be valued lâ—…ke himselfâ—… Apocrâ—…phall Eâ—…h where disgâ—…as't where He and goodâ—…efse meet That Câ—…lumny may in Oblivion fleâ—… Nor is thâ—…s all when Pâ—…rtia besough Thâ—…t th se spoke ill of Cato should be brought Bâ—…fore th' Pâ—…aetorian to confesse their crime And 〈◊〉 hâ—…s fame by 〈◊〉 of a sine Romes Conscrâ—…pt Fathers held her motion fâ—…t Wiâ—…h gen'rall voyce and vâ—…te confirming it To Tullianum were they straight convaid There to remaine till they their fines had paid This Act knew no demurre downe went their gold Which â—…o supply their Houshold-stuffe was sould Their Farmes ingag'd their persons at command Till they discharg'd these 〈◊〉 out a-hand To th' Publique Treasory what first belong'd To th' Widdow next whose husband thâ—… had wrong'd The Flâ—…men though their Augur being tride Pai'd twice so much as all the rest beside Their doome was just I wish like censure may be To cloze the Morall with his wronged Ladie Thus this Sage Patriot by heav'ns command Who liv'd to be the 〈◊〉 â—…dge oth'Land Translated hence from this inferiour Vâ—…ile Mounts up to glory with a prosperous saâ—…le Ripe both in yeares and gâ—…aces and to prove That he did never Ostâ—…tation love He gives direction that no Seâ—… be To cloze the Sceane of his mortaliâ—…ie Lest He forth of exuberance of wit Should speake more to his praise then he held fit Nor might his Corpse be coach'd as others use From th' Ciâ—…y to his Countrey-Mannor house But at Sainct Dunstons neare to Sâ—…rieants In He takes his Grave where Death surprized him So small a Ploâ—…e containes so great a Piâ—…e Whose lise gave light and hoâ—…our to our I le What 's left of that faire Structure is a gage Of manâ—… decline and winâ—…er of hiâ—… age Which Time shall hold in reverend regard So long as Bookes are to be sold i th' Yard Nor shall our yâ—…ung Justinianâ—… need to looke On any other Titlâ—… but his Booke Whâ—…re Leafes are Volumes Volumes Columns be Wiâ—…h Palmes of peace to crowne his mâ—…morie While these 〈◊〉 of thy divinâ—…r part In lines of dust shall tâ—…ll men what thou art Till re-united to thine heav'n-lodg'd Spirit They joyâ—…tly live and love and joy inherit EPITAPH A Rarer Sage ne're Age brought forth Richer in fame love reall worth Freer in heart milder in Speech Apter to learne fitter to teach Gladder to dye nor in his death Lesse taken with affected breath Nor did he any Sermon need Who left his life a Boâ—…k to read TO THE LIVING MEMORIE of that Reverend learned and honest Judge Sir RICHARD HUTTON KNIGHT And late one of his Majesties Justices for the Court of Common Plees at Westminster AN ELEGIE AR'â—… gone just Judgâ—… yet e're thou go'st from hence Receive thy Godseâ—…nes tearâ—…s in recompence Oâ—… mâ—…ny 〈◊〉 thou bâ—…stow'd of him To silence goodnesse were an envious sin To tâ—…ll men what thou wer't what thoâ—… hâ—…st done Were but to give a light unto the Suâ—… While'st thou liv'd here who did not love to heare With what an equall hand impartiall eare Thou measur'd Justice regulating Lawes Skâ—…les not to weigh the Person but the Cause This caused Poor-mens prayers perfume the way There goes the Honâ—…st Judgâ—… thus would they say Yet did not th' Style of goodnesse make thee proud Nor feed vaine beates in thy well temper'd blood For Thou while'st thou didst flourish in this I le Wer't ta'ne with love of goodnesse not of Style Nor did thy vertuous parts take here their Stand Thy pious heaâ—…t reach'd forth a bountâ—…ous â—…and Both whiâ—…h express'd thy charitable nature In sowing of thy bread upon the water Sowing I well may say for seene I have Thy hand more prompt to give then th' poor to crave So free thy Almes was that as I live Thy Left hand knew not what thy Right did give And now a glorious Even hâ—…as crown'd thy day In paying Nature what we all must pay And at this time when thou a palme of peace Didst heare these Warlike Rumours to increase When All by th' first of March were marching home Thou to thy Mannor-house of Clay art gone But hence to thy interment where I see The