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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 〈…〉

Christian Pietie Where Preachers wanted as alas they want Were livings small and their allowance scant Her Honour bounteous stipends did afford To painfull Teachers of the Sacred Word Nor did she this in places one or two For her owne glorie as be some that doe But wheresoever 〈◊〉 of w●nt did heare No matter where 〈◊〉 without the Shire And like her Maker 〈◊〉 heare the crie Of ●oorest prisoners 〈…〉 did lie When on these waters ●he did cast her bread And even their soules at her owne charges fed 〈…〉 relate 〈◊〉 owne to all Her 〈◊〉 RAISO● 〈…〉 Hospitall Her care of orphans widdowes whom she fed She cloath'd and in their sicknesse nourished Her bountie to her servants in her life Her love of peace still hating suits and strife Her favour to her Tenants round about Of whom she never turned any out Or rais'd their rents or failing at their day Tooke re-possession no she tooke their pay As they could best provide it for her then Perhaps if need gave something back agen Oh happie thrice who made this worl her friend To make her way to Heaven at her end For if cold water given ●inde regard Imagine we what then is her reward She buried not her Treasure in a box And that againe enclos'd with sundrie locks From theevish hands but up to Heaven before She sent it borne by prayers of the poore She knew how here from basest covetise All evils with contempt of God arise With love of riches who intangled are Doe easly fall into the Tempters snare How poyson in this Idoll Gold doth lie That take away the life of Cha●itie Parts father and the childe then sets the mother At odds with husband daughter with the brother Yet did she nought profusedly bestow For ostentation or a trumpet blow When she gave almes but ever did impart Them secretly to need or due desert Nor thought it she disparagement by stealth Sometimes in sicknesse and their perfect health To lay by state and conversant to be With Tenants parling of good husbandrie So would AUGUSTUS leave his Roman Court And to the meanest Citizens resort And with them in their houses drinke and eat Familiarly for Majestie so great Not like a bow can alway stand extent But must sometime have its relaxament Thus was she truly humble courteous milde And nobly gracious to the poorest childe Ah that I said this wofull word She was But she and we and all of flesh must passe We follow fast as Pilgrims thou dost die Even reading this and writing so doe I. How 〈◊〉 thing alas is wretched man By holy Scripture termed well a sp●● A Lease a Bubble F●●th the Downe that flies A wasting Vapor Smoake a Cloud in skies A P●st that hasting makes not any stay A Shadow swiftly vanishing aw● A Ship that no impression leaves behinde Where it hath past a Morning Dreame a Wind Hay Gras●e a Flower from whose faire golden cup. The early Sun doth pearly Nectar sup Upbraiding with her blush the crimson morne But ere the evening downe with sith is shorne A Bird an Arrow and a Shepherds tent A Weavers web cut off a Vestiment Snow water that dissolveth with a drought A short told Tale a Candle quickly out That we no sooner from our mothers womb Do draw this aire but hasten to our tomb The Rich the Poore the Little and the 〈◊〉 Vnlearned Learned Wise and wanting wit Death keepes no rank or will be woo'd to stay Brookes no excuse intreatie or delay For Age ne Sex he careth all is one They as all Waters to their Seas must run If Infancie might have excused beene Sure Davids son a longer date had seene Or if old Age might passe with Death for plea He likely would have spar'd Methuselah Or if a Kingdome could preserve from death Sweet ISRAELS Singer had not wanted breath If Pietie that bloud-imbrued CAIN His righteous Brother never should have slaine If Wisdome Learning and a boundlesse wit As ever Heaven vouchsafd to mortall yet Then SALOMON had lived still to write And store us with his knowledge infinite Nor could his Nimblenesse AHAZA●L save Or Strength the strongest SAMPSON from his grave No more did Beautie ABSALON the faire When death did hide him in his golden haire If Beautie could what could more beauteous be Than sometime in her younger yeares was she Before that Time did turne to silver wire The tresses which APOLLO might admire And buried now the bed in frost and snow Where Lilies late did with the Roses grow Divine Impression of thy Makers glorie Sweet Beautie why art thou so transitorie Who with Ambrosian dainties feed'st our eyes And with our soules so neere dost sympathize Leading all captives whom thy power encloses In ●ands of burni●ht gold and chaines of Roses See Ladies what it is that make you proud A verie nothing an IXIONS cloud When most belov'd pursu'd embrac'd and kist Dissolves it selfe to vapor and to mist A blushfull blossome pleasing to the eye No sooner blowne but blasted by and by Why did yee Heavens ever Death permit The worlds sole Ranger Bow-bearer of it To kill what flesh he pleaseth where and when Making the Grave his Lodge his CACUS den● Because a spade he useth for to beare Yee did ordaine him Earths chiefe Gardiner Uprending by the roots such flowers as these But let vile weeds dispred them as they please He crops the Prim●ose Violet or Pink Le ts Poppies flourish with their banefull stink But far be it we blame you Heavens for this It was old ADAMS fault his soule amisse The father of us all when he forgate His Makers hest and that ru'd apple ate So that from Edens faire forbidden Tree Death can till now derive his pedigree And with the best of Romes great Senate show His Images if need be on a row There is no Royall bloud or Noble race But must arise and give his greatnesse place De●●●● King of He●aulds over looking tombs At Church all placing in their proper roomes All marshalling at Funerals and Feasts Ranking with all equalitie his guests And Ladies ●ee that commonly contend For highest place at Church or Tables end How quickly can this enemie of life Decide the quarrell and compound your strife Death's Harbinger the King of Heaven doth send To see you lodged at your progresse end He is a prime Court-gamester that will vie And see the Rest of Royall Majestie Let Honour Love Time Fortune with him play He sweepes the stake and carries all away Though privileg'd in this beyond his Dead Himselfe is last who must be conquered How bitter is his memorie to him Who doth in plentie and abundance swim Devoures all dainties keepes his downie bed No worldly care to vex his carelesse head He doth distaste his gentle Palate more Than Galls or Antieyrian Hellebore He loathes the wall that Death is painted on And trembles at his fleshlesse S●●kton Memento mori and the Day of