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death_n	good_a	life_n	see_v	9,943	5	3.4753	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19911	A select second husband for Sir Thomas Ouerburie's wife, now a matchlesse widow	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.; Overbury, Thomas, Sir, 1581-1613. Wife, now a widowe.	1616 (1616)	STC 6342; ESTC S109367	27,255	98

hee did ascend Whence brightly falling grac't a gloomy end A Friend of Faith or Heau'ns most faithfull Friend Still pray'd to know the number of his Dayes To be prepar'd the better for his Ende Then hee that knowes his latest moment stayes On ●…rer Ground thogh neer Deaths horrid house Than they that stād on Rocks more dangerous A prease of People prest to pray for grace For him that dies at heau'ns bright gates do beat And wings make of their Words to fanne the Face Of Highest Iustice so to coole her heate This was His priuiledge that so did die Heau'd vp to Heauen past reach of Infamie A violent-death then to the soule is mild But on the BED of Death most sterne is Hee Where oft he makes our Minds Manners wild Then Grace nor Nature with it doth agree But Hee Al-wise repos'd in Passions strife Held this strait Death the easiest dore of LIFE The force of feare those succors oft betray Which Reason offers but this ill-ill-good Man No councell held with feare in Deaths affray But in his Triall tryde what Reason can Affoord for fence without distracted mood So made his worst of Ill his best of Good To fall from Fortune sitting on her Knee From Wife and Children and what else is deare Yet from the helpes of Reas'n not once to flee Is compleat Uertue making Uice to cleare Her way to GLORY through shames nether hell This Cast was ill but thus he plaid it well So well a Cast so ill is seldome plaid Scarse in a world of Time we meete with such whose worth too cheap imploid in iudgmēt waid Was found more deare then cleare on tryals Touch Abstracting from his fault worth makes his fame To fly to heau'n to glorifie his shame If those in this sadde Playes Catastrophe Play their dire Parts no worse all Dignitie Is lesse then is their Blisse and gloryes-Sea Wherein ore-wholm'd they shall still liuing dye But Courage comes frō Heau'n it must giue That Worth in Death on which Fame still shall liue But t' is an Hell to all voluptuous hearts To leaue Youth Beauty Honors Wealth and all That 's deere to Sense to play such dismall parts And from the height of State with shame to fall But what of pure necessitie must bee Must well be borne to honor high-Degree For publike-hate though for the hatefull'st Cause Will soone be turn'd to Loue by playing well Unpittyed parts Nay it makes Iustice pawse Ere doome them death who neere it so excell Thogh Common-hate the great'st Offenders teares Yet it bewails their wel-born death with Teares For though it burne as quenchlesse yet it is Extinguisht quite by seeing loth'd ones play Beloued Parts in Death or Miseries Their Eyes that hold their hearts their hearts doe sway A ruthfull Obiect though most loath'd before Is pittyed when fell Spight can doe no more O Diu'll how canst thou beeing as thou wast In thy Creation most Angelicall And but in Will for one prowd Thought disgrac't How canst thou ioy in so much griefe of all Why art so prest but on meere Fraylties Spells For Mankindes plague to leaue the nether Hells What Charmes and Incantations haue such strength As frō those Holls to hale thee there being bound With Chaines of Darknesse of the shortest length Lyes it in their words Sense or in their sound No t is no word of Reprobation can Command thy Seruice but to cousin Man Thou art a Spirit and therefore canst thou looke Into the Brest of NATVRE and thence take Her chiefest Secrets from the darkest Nooke Or Loue or Lust t'enflame enrage or slake Thou canst by such make Puppets tho of lead To strike Desire in liuely'st Bodyes dead Thou on the Bodyes oft of blessed Soules Hast leaue to vse thy pow'r in various kindes But for theyr Good else Hee thy pow'r controules That guards their souls frō harm trō ill their minds Yet waking and asleepe thou canst to fight Produce but Shades to make the Minde too light And Mindes so light will lightly nothing weigh Of Shame and heauyest Death that lye betweene Them and their Ends who make it but a Play To drowne a Comedye through hate and teene In Blood and Bane such Turners were of late Asturnd vpō these Poles such Spheares of Fate Can Witch-craft in the Abstract so bewitch The Mindes of those of Minde and Meanes to be So base for Lucre so to touch Shames Pitch As still will cleaue to theyr Posteritie But Charmes can make no soules to sinne so sore But such as GRACE had less for sinne before Now prostrate let me deer Liege turne my speech To thee who in thy Iustice lookst ' like God No such Crime spat'st thou yet stād'st in the Breach Thy Iustice makes to stay Heau'ns iustest rod So thou like God dost grieue whē thou hast cause To cut off those whom thou hast made by lawes And though thou lose their Bodyes with iust griefe To please thy iuster Iustice yet thy Care Deare Care to giue their fainting soules reliefe Yer Death giues leisure so doost spoyle and spare In iust Ires grace that tho thou them forgo The HEAD doth with the Members suffer so Drad Lord I would thy patience were not prou'd So much with crimes of so immense extent And that thou sphear of all our State wert mou'd Vpon no aduerse Poles of discontent So should thy lower spheares of rule obay But thine and moue as thine their diffrent sway The Care 's a Canker to thy sacred life Thou hast to keepe thy compound people one Twixt worlds of aduerse powrs are worlds of strife Which humane-powre can scarce in shew attone O then who weighs a Burden of such stresse But is opprest with weight past Heauinesse But we that lie as farre from wealth as warres In low obscuritie of state do see With sight the more contracted all the starres That light to see thy cause of iealousie Whose oppositions in thy spheare of Pow'r Oft giue for which we grieue thee cause to low'r But as an Arch of many stones composd Would fall but that they one another let So may their odds in thy states Arch inclosd Make it more euen so more strength to get Though one Stone fall to ruine let his place Be soon supplyd by one of greater grace Then the more weight of powre they do sustaine The firmer will the ARCH be to vphold Thine HONORS burden folded in thy TRAIN And make thy state and stay more manifold So shall thy stay when states re-chaosd lie Make thee great Steward to ETERNITIE Finis SPECVLVM PRODITORI This takes the vulgar Eare That loues the plaine and cleare But neither mine nor those That hugge proude Verse in Prose KIngs Gods on Earth so call'd by Him of Heau'n How dismall is your Deities estate Who while you life do giue are life bereau'n And oft for too much lone get too much hate Whose surest Forecasts stand on sixe and seauen Which with you Soueraignes

are so flye that no mans wisedome may Their Ambushments auoyde or them bewray For can an Heart be wise that is profane Nay fleshly wise wee will dismisse the Spirite It cannot be for Wisedome's in the wane When t is forsaken of the Heauenly light A crazed Soule must needs be Wisedomes bane whose pow'rs wāt pow'r to vse their natiue might For when the Soule 's vnquiet through offence Her fumes blinde Iudgement and Intelligence We may not doe ill that thence good may springs Nor ceasse to do good thogh ill thence may grow The Ill that growes from good is no ill thing And to reape such wee still much good shuld sow It s ill to haue Gods hate with loue of King And worse that hate to haue for loue more low Then to be good in Death's to be secure And to bee ill in life's to be vnsure The Sunne sees not a more detested thing Than is a Traitor whose fowle Crime is such That they which loue the Craft y ● Crafts-mā sting With deadly hate and words that wound as much And he that would of other Crimes be King Abhorre but once this loathed Crime to touch That Hand that can behead a Common-weale Must haue an heart to helpe of Flint or Steele And they that would transforme a Monarchy Confirm'd by many faire descents of Kings T'an headlesse misproporrion'd Anarchy That Rule and Order to Confusion brings To th' end to giue Misrule more libertie Are most condemn'd if not most damned things For what Man can though halfe a Diuell see All drown'd in Gore to purple his Degree Traitor ô word of force to make a Man Teare out his Eyes that they see not the light Which All with bitter Execrations ban And at the very name do spet in spight Traitor ô gall which no Gall suffer can Odious to Heau'n and Earth to Day and Night The very Aire of such a loathed name The Ioynts of strongest Patience can vnframe What can the Hart of Man excogitate More odious or in nature or in name Than Treason which eu'n Hell it selfe doth hate Although it be aduantag'd by the same For Hell holds Traitors more degenerate From Nature then her Fiends so more to blame For Fiends by nature are most impious But Men most impious are most monstrous A Sou'raigns bloud is sacred and of pow'r To draw down Angels from their glorious sphears With Vialls full of plagues on Realmes to powre If it be spilt by spight Nay Princes hayres Are numbred and who makes but one vnsure shal feel that wrath whose heat the moūtains mears O t' is a dreadfull thing but once to dreame In Physicke to make Royall bloud to streame T is Bloud of blouds for while it is bloud-warme And carries life with it through all the Veines It doth preserue the subiects blood from harme That cold of feares to freeze else strait constrains Then 't is the life-bloud of a Kingdoms Arme Which while it 's liuely her whole state sustaines O then how precious ought in all mens eyes Such bloud to be wherein such vertue lies Words but in Wormewood steept ate too too weake To blazon Treasons bitter tyranny None but soule-wounding words for it are meete Because it wounds the Soule of Soueraigntie Then Treason thus my Muse thy guilt doth grcete Which is the quintessence of villany Curst be Thought that thinks but on that Thought That thinks thou art not ten times worse then naught The Conclusion to Sir Thomas Ouerbury Thou find'st more honor in th'vntimely Graue Deere Ouerbury then a King can haue With all kings pow'r for they can giue no grace Beyond the span of life Poore spacelesse-space Then blessed was thy death how euer bannd It might be deem'd by thee for being ban'd Sith Death by poison did but reaue thy breath But with That poyson thou hast poyson'd Death So from his hand his weapon thou did wrest And for thy safety sheath'd it in his Brest Yet comes thine honor though it reach thus hie Short of thy merit for loues-puritie And for as much besides as Wit and Art Can value giue to any Head or Heart Thou wast a Pythias to an Anti-Damon Who for thy true loue prou'd to thee a Demon. Had he bene Damon in integritie A King perhaps had made a Trinitie Of friends with you for your loue Angel-like Had made him make that Body-politicke As whilom-did a Keisar in like case But three can nere make one if one be base And two be deare sith Dissimilitude Dissolues the knot of Loues beatitude Fortune on thee in him did smile and lowre Smile in his fortunes in thy wisedomes powre But lowr'd on thee when he false ladder rose For thee to climbe to both your ouerthrowes He rose and fell from thee and thou by him Didst rise and fall but thou in bane didst swim Past Laethe and in bloud and blame he tydes As farre beyond as shame past shame abides With winds of his owne sighes without one teare Of any ruthfull Eye though nere so neere But sith nought stayd him to thee but the aire Of words who would ascend by such a staire Thou being on his brest through want of stay For thy worths-weight from thee he fell away But thou camst first to ground and with the fall Thy bowels brake all-pickl'd with thy gall Thy Ghost yet if she know what mortals do Must needs exult and haue compassion too To heare thy praises peald-out as they be And see such iustice done on earth for thee Yea as thy Ghost had leaue in wrathfull moode To surfet with thy foes delicious blood Which frō the hie in place still headlong streams Through thy late Soueraigns dearst of Diadems To fresh the flowres thereof and her so cloy That she as sicke therewith is greeu'd with ioy So as thy shrill Uindicate's now do ring With groanes about the Palace of the King As if thy Soule in blisse in some degree Did Suffer paine with sufferers for thee And if she plagu'd in life did hell endure Through their close hate who did thy death procure T' is openly reueng'd so home that all The world may see thy worth's-weight in their fall For as pure gold best knowne is by the TEST In fire so that deere vertue of thy Brest In flames of Loue and fi'ry-tryals tride Doth make thy Worth in greatnesse far more wide Than Time for when he stretcht out is laid forth Thy glory shall entombe him in thy WORTH FINIS * Sm Serm 1. * Sr Tho Ouerb * Syr Tho Ouerb wife

or iustly so allay'd That Grace it selfe the same doth countenance No deed 's vniust how ere vniust it bee If it be so but in so iust degree But Wit and Knowledge so the mind inflate As make it most imperious then the Wife That 's matcht to him that is so stiffe in state Must liue a supple Slaue else die in strife Bookes better can the mind but what they can They do not if they meete with such a man Then let him be diuinely wise like GOD Glad without Ioy and Sad without Offence That 's all alike to beare the Staffe and Rod With Temperance so to feast his soule and sence Kinde and not Wanton sober yet not sowre Still hauing all his Passions in his powre Flowe Numbers on deepe streames of Helicon Which in a world of Arte are scarce found rife Till you haue made one Husband Paragon To fitte one rare but Ouer-buried Wife Hold Colours to the life while I by Art Lyne out a Husband fitte to lyne her Hart. Platonicall Ideas stand aloofe And let my purest Pen delineate No Husband meere suppos'd but one of proofe Without a checke to giue a Queene the mate Which may be found in earnest yet Art can Scarce with Arts colours paint so rare a Man Hee is a Lambe whose All is all so deare That nought of him is vselesse loue to get Hee is a Lyon making Beasts to feare His vertues so is milde sterne small and great Hee is What not if good and yet to God Hee is not eu'n yet with him neuer odde His Byrth and Breeding like his Body right His Minde with witty Flashes fir'd aboue Doth lighten oft to giue his wife some light To mend her misse and all in mirth and loue For sowre Reproofs and Iests how euer sweet That come too-sharply woūd whē they do greet For shee if truely Noble rather had In priuate dye then publikely be checkt For publike shame makes Reas'n in Greatnes mad And GRACES face itselfe will so be fleckt With Uertues Rosie rayes Then closely moue To check thy mate in Game to win her loue God left his Sonne and he his Sire forewent But for his wife the Church then for his wife Man should himselfe forsake ere himselfe rent From her that is his honor life of life But bitter taunts and checks in publike be A rending her thy honors life from thee God chargeth man to loue his bone his wife As his owne flesh nay as himselfe that is Both soule and body then decline such strife As may incline thy whole to do amisse Who hates his wife his owne shame loues for she His honor is or honoured would be Are wiues made helpes and comforts too by God Then should they such be made by husbands too Be man and wife made euen yet be odd O! shame for one that so of One makes Two Yet cannot make Two euen Shall a Third Be broght to make Two euen That were hard Then at her errors winke with open sight As sacred Loue requires thee thou must be The Atlas of her frailties thou must right What is amisse in loue that faults doth see To hide them yet to mend them so shalt thou But beare thine own Harts-ease neuer Rue Of outward cares thou must the Camell be And beare them soundly for your Commonwealth Ore highest Lets as Cares-domesticke she Must beare though sickely for thy ease and health Thou canst not presse her more to make her fall Than still to make her beare the weight of all Marriage contracted is ere it be knit For strongth sith two are stronger farre than one Yet must the m●…n with manly strength and wit Beare all the heautest loads himselfe alone The weaker by the stronger must be easd As by the weake the stronger must be pleasd And so Heau'ns queene y'er knit contracted was To shew though heauen holp she help must haue But of a feeble husband and an Asse The Lord of strength made feeble so to saue Then must the husband of the happy wife Be strong to beare her Bale and guard her life For what an abiect weakenesse is 't to see Her wrong'd by brutish force defam'd by spight Yet haue no strength or heart in no degree Of age or state her so great wrong to right There is no Woman though most full of feare But hates as hell a cowheard to her pheare Feare is to cowardize more painfull farre Then death to the couragious a faint-heart Is hartlesse but to heare a Trumpeter Nor is his feare by Nature cut'd or Art Then is a wo-mans honour poore in plight That 's guarded by a man so poore in sprite Mariage that is most noble should haue nought But what is noble in it noble-moods To scorne that frailiy and despise that thought That is not truly noble mariage-goods Are Ils if good they be not made by these Else to haue much is much but to displease It is of knots the sur'st for two in one So fast it knits that death can scarse diuide Nay many kindreds it doth so attone That to Posteritie they one abide The husband then for this strong vnitie Should strongly prop this long Posteritie For Time it 's noble sith at first the God Of th' Uni●…rse did institute it when Man lackt an helper sith he was but odd To fill the world with worlds of other men He was an husband call'd yer he had wife So next to God an husband's Lord of life In Paradise it was ordain'd and so For place it 's noble and if innocence May make that noble which from thence doth flow Nobilitie therein hath residence The Lord of loue who hatred most doth hate Is matcht to those that loue in maried state Then Time Place Person that did it effect Being so noble noble it must be Aboue all Friendships which we should affect Sith it is so transcendent in degree Woman was made for man and for his aide Made of that holpe that holpe then must be staid With Miracles 't was honor'd but none such Are done but for Gods glory and Mens loue To make a Man a God least God might grutch That Man his Image should not be aboue The Angells so lest they his Grace should dym He made himselfe a Man to grace but him Then to his Prototype if man will bee Like he must like but what that Type doth please Who loues the married Paires that well agree But sith men to their wiues are winds and seas Who moue as men do moue it them behoues With breath and motion sweete to win their loues For of their Arch-type they this lore do learne The Church his floting Spouse he moueth so His blessed wind blowes euer in her sterne And makes his mercies seas to ebbe and flow As best behoues her till she hath attain'd The hau'n for which she was both pleasd paind The ribbe of man whereof his wife was made Was crooked so though wiues be such by kinde Yet man of God in