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A09206	Thestylis atrata: or A funeral elegie vpon the death of the Right Honourable, most religious and noble lady, Frances, late Countesse of Warvvick who departed this life at her house in Hackney neere unto London, in the moneth of June last past. 1634. By Henrie Peacham.	Peacham, Henry, 1576?-1643?	1634 (1634)	STC 19516; ESTC S110332	12,773	26

Doome That Master-peece of Angelo in Rome Do damp his spirit and offend his eyne He better likes the draughts of A●e●ine But to the man who liveth in distresse In Want in Prison friend and fatherlesse To age that wearie of the world doth see From bad to worse how times declining bee To bed-read and the long tormented sick How happie is thy welcome Death how quick Doe they embrace thee as the wearie guest Cals for his Host and first would be at rest Yet did not torment any tedious paine Solicite Death for her although a gaine Unto the Godly no she did affront By faith its furie and insulted on 't Her soule to him commending by whose merit She hoped life eternall to inherit And when she saw the fatall houre draw 〈◊〉 She should be seene no more of liuing eye About her she her dearest friends doth call Advise and comfort all she can withall Bless●th her servants wils them not to weepe For her who shortly in the Lord must sleepe And resting her eternall Sabbath keepe On toilsome earth no more no more with them But in the Court of new Hierusalem To mutuall love exhorts them and to trace The paths of Vertue in their lives short race This said of all while all stand weeping by She takes her leave and so doth sweetly dye Even as the Hiacynth doth change the hue Which from the tender stalk where late it grew Some Virgins daintie finger off hath torne And that sweet tincture which did it adorne Not fully faded by degrees doth dye Where some small remnant still affects the eye Even so a colour livelesse doth she keepe And lovely seemes as one but fast asleepe Now as a Bird that from the eagels fled Unto the neighbour wood where she was bred And meeting with a many of her kind At libertie her selfe hath gladly joyn'd To their Harmonious Consort even so shee From her Earths prison now exempt and free Sings Hallelujahs with the Saints above Communicates in blisse all heavenly love From whence me thinks I heare her say A lieu Thou trostlesse Earth who with thy shewes 〈◊〉 Thy silly children dost as Babes beguile Who when poore things have played with a while Thy ●ands and toyes thou dost their cradles fit And mak'st them ready for the loathed pit Adien yee Courts but Cotes of clay and stone Whose Turrets now me thinks I tread upon And as an Ant-hill view the world below Mark how you silly creatures to and fro Doe toile your selves within your poore abode By taking up then laying downe your loads 〈◊〉 comes the owner with a spade And layes all levell what your car● hath made ●en my SNAR●ORD once so deare to me 〈◊〉 now the house of my eternitie 〈◊〉 brave Earles my sometime sons and you● My dearest 〈◊〉 in affection now With whom I leave my worldly state in trust Knowne for 〈…〉 〈◊〉 poore neighbours who 〈◊〉 g●ne 〈◊〉 deare friends my follower 〈◊〉 one Mourne for your selves and cease to mourne for me 〈…〉 Th● or the like 〈◊〉 pardon Ladie ●are 〈…〉 not right thou 〈◊〉 there There where true 〈…〉 Where Quires of Angels 〈…〉 〈…〉 All whereof we are ignorant below 〈◊〉 the brightnesse of that 〈…〉 Which here but throw a 〈…〉 〈…〉 Till the loud Trumpet at the 〈◊〉 day Thy body shall awaken from the dust When 〈◊〉 and W●● with all the 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 FINIS 〈…〉 Nil juv it fama sepultos Aegelorum ministerio Luc. 16. “ Cassiopia wife to Cepheus who co●●nded in beautie with the Nymp●t of the sea and was turned to a signe in Heaven * Fac jubar ut semper Capitolia nostra so●umque Divus ab excelsa prospectet Iulius 〈◊〉 Ovid 〈◊〉 15. a The Iles of Orkney beyond Scotland Ukima Thule Virg. a Hodie Thylensell two Ilands without the streights of Gibraltar in the farthest part of Spaine next to Africa Du● Parmensis insignis dissimulandi artifex Cambden in Elisabetha a Grandfather to Sir William Pelham now living b The crest of the Pelhams c The grandfather came out of Sussex An Anagram Charles Dimok Aeneae nauta Virg. Aeneid 3. Borne at Grimsbie Borne in Boston in the Butcher Row or Shambles there M● Sutton was borne at Knath by Gainsburgh his father was sometime Towne-Clerk of the Citie of Lincolne All things which are beside the principall purpose as in a picture trees towers flowers c. when the principall perhaps is the face of a man * Samper eadem Shee allowed 〈◊〉 yearely to a Preacher at Wel●●n a towne by her Also twentie ●ounds yearely toward a Sermon●n Ancaster Beside she ga●e exb●b●tion to many Schollers in the 〈◊〉 of Cambridge ● Magdalen College and 〈◊〉 a Benefa●●● to other 〈◊〉 there She allowed 〈◊〉 ●ounds a yeare to a Preacher to 〈…〉 Lincolne * 〈…〉 Psal. 39. ● Wisd. 5. 14. Esay 64 6. Osea 10. 7. lacob 4. 4. Psal. 102. 3. Wisd. 5. 9. Wisd. 2. 5. Iob 9. 26. Wisd. 5. 10. Psalm 73. 19. lob 7. 7. Psalm 90. Iob 14. 2. Esay 38. 10. Wisd. 5. Iob 76. Iob 24. 19. Psalm 90. 5. Psal. 49. 3. Iob 3. 19. Psal. 49. 10. Fat● non servant ordinem inter senes juvenes Son 1 Paral. 29. 15. Ecclesiastic 40. 11. 2 Sam. 12 18. 1 Reg. 14. 17. Genes 5. 27. 1 Reg. 2. 10. Senes 4. 8. 2 King 11. 43. 2 Sam. 2. 1● 23. Iudg. 16. 30. 2 Sam. 18. 23. Jupiter 〈◊〉 ●ing Ixion to be in love wi●● Juno deceived 〈◊〉 with a cloud which be made like Jun● c. 1 Cor. 25. 26. a Michael Angelo a famous painter who wrought that excellent peece b Icones obscenae Aretin● c They were called Bed-read who used to read or pray upon their bead lying in their beds not able to work in oven sho● in London and other places having a bason set before them for such as gave them any 〈◊〉 to cast it 〈◊〉 Qualem virgineo demessum pollic● s●orem c. Virgil. Simile Simile Earles of Warwick and Holland Sir John Wray Sir Christopher Wray and M● Edward Wray the 〈…〉

A FUNERAL ELEGIE VPON THE Death of the Right Honourable most religious and noble Lady FRANCES Late Countesse of WARVVICK who departed this life at her house in HACKNEY neere unto LONDON In the Moneth of June last past 1634. By HENRIE PEACHAM Et festinantes sequimur LONDON Printed by I. H. for Francis Constable 1634. Ad Lectorem Aspice ut hoc clypeo bini jungantur in uno Quos Amor at que tori junxerat una Fides Sic fato functi terra tumulantur in una Et simul aethereo gaudet uterque Polo TO THE TRVLY HONOVRABLE Sir IOHN WRAY Knight and Baronet Sir CHRISTOPHER WRAY Knight and Master EDWARD WRAY Esquire Right Noble and Worthy Gentle-men I Have presumed the first to bewaile in publike the death of the much honoured but more lamented Lady the Countesse of WARWICK your deceased A●nt so re●owmed and beloved for her Pi●tie and Goodnesse that shee needeth no Memoriall at all and in truth Fame profiteth not the dead as a Poet saith But in regard she hath beene so faire a President for Posteritie to imitate and that my selfe have beene much bounden unto hee for her Honourable respect ever towards mee I could not mourne to my selfe beside moved to the contrarie by a particular occasion Some few yeares agoe her Honour sent unto me and requested mine advice far the erecting of a Monument in SNARFORD Church for her selfe according to the convenience of the place I drew the Modell of one and presented her Honour with the same adding as was her desire a plaine but short and proper Inscription leaving underneath a space for an Epitaph there to be inserted after her death that might containe some dozen lines or more which if I should out-live her it pleased her Honour to impose upon me to performe I promised her I would though out of the naturall goodnesse and sweet humilitie of her minde she never affected praise or applause either in life or after her death for any good de●● that ever shee did So that since herein I could not ●●●forme my promise her Honours minde for the disposing of her corps at the time of her death for some reasons perhaps knowne unto her 〈◊〉 being altered I tooke mine owne time and ●●●entured as drawing the C●rtaine from an excellent Picture to shew her to the beholder at the full and in a faire light Wherefore at my little leasure would serve it spare houres shortly after her death being employed in a toilsome calling I composed this small Poem which under the protection of your names who are so much beloved and honoured in Lincolnshire moreover Brethren her Nephewes and Exequ●tors to her last Will and Testament I consecrate to her eternall Memorie and offering for her sake the same in all dutifull affection unto your Patronage I take leave Yours devoted in all observance Henrie Peacham The Epistle to the Reader REader whosoever hold me excused that upon so excellent a Subject I have wrought so inartificially and like that Brick-layer of Antwerp because he could set stones in Mortar undertooke to set Diamonds in Gold True it is there are some persons of that transcendent worth and desert that all indifferent praise falleth short of them as there have beene some men beyond imitation for their excellencie in their severall Faculties and though this regard onely might have enjoyned mee Silence beside the disesteeme of Poetrie in this latter age of the world wherein to scorne learning and to know nothing are accounted Gentlemanlike qualities yet seeing living Examples of Vertue are so few and rare appearing but here and there one in a whole Countrey like starres in a mistie or dark night and that I knew not how to require the many favors I formerly received from her Honour beside the friendly respect I have found from the most and neerest allied in bloud unto Her I have adventured once againe with ORPHEUS to raise up EURIDICE my dead and forgotten Muse to review the light it being now eleven yeares since I published any thing in this Elegiack kinde which then was an April SHOWER upon the death of that truly Noble and verie learned Lord Richard Earle of Dorset and soone after upon the too untimely decease of the most vertuous and hopefull young Lady FRANCES daughter to Sir WILLIAM WRAY Knight and sometime wife unto that worthy and generous Knight Sir ANTHONIE IRBIE of Boston who lyeth buried at ASHBIE where the Lady WRAY her Mother a religious charitable and bountifull Lady at this time liveth And whereas in this Elegie of mine by a Parergicall digression I make mention for the Honour of the Shire of many brave and excellent spirits it hath bred I have not done it without example of the best approved Poets And as 〈◊〉 saith of Germanie so I may say of this Shire that it is Hominum 〈◊〉 a shop of men where they may bee found serviceable either for affaires of Peace or Warre besides a Discour●e which I had with a verie Honourable and a learned Personage at his table concerning this Subject gave some occasion thereof For this Noble Lady deceased if I have falne short of the just report of her worth and have not shewed her with that lustre and life I ought and is she deserved I crave pardon of those who know her best and from whom I should have received information for doubtlesse her charitable deeds were great and many but those who were neerest about her after her death being disp●●sed and far off I have in a manner altogether out of my knowledge collected the substance of what I have written imitating those Painters who when they cannot get the life are faine for the grosser lights and shadowes to be beholding to their memories Farewell Epitaphium Verè piissimae ac illustrissimae Heroinae D. FRANCISCAE Comitissae WARWICENSIS Aedibus suis propriis HACKNEIAE propè LONDINUM Mense Junio denatae 1634. H●● FRANCISCA j●●es Comitissa sepulta Sepulchro LINDENSIS patrii gloria sola soli Qu ●m non usque ad●o tituli non census honore● Sanguine 〈◊〉 stem●● ducta virum Tenostreas inte● 〈…〉 〈…〉 Quam Pict as 〈◊〉 Derquam 〈◊〉 casto Relligion is an 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 In eXtreMo IVDICIo IesVs sIt tIbI IesVs MDC XXX.IIII A Funerall Elegie IN what place of the Heavens upborne from hence Pure Soule keep'st thou thy happie residence That thither our swift-winged Zeale may flie To gratulate thy full felicitie Not bring thee back with teares our prayers or vowes Accuse the Fates or call for Cypresse boughes To veile thee sleeping borne to bed by Death When thou in vaine art sought of us beneath Heavens glorious Palace more adorning farre Than Cassiopeia or bright Caesars starre No honour'd Lady be it farre from me These ill-tun'd accents should solicite thee Bewaile thy state or fate who do'st possesse A Crowne and Kingdome with that happinesse Tongue never yet hath uttered nor can Pierce the dull