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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

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

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