haue made or else excus'd a soule The Roome mournd where he lay the weeping stones Ioyn'd with his friends in their relenting mones Death migt haue well mistaken being sent For one to see so many that wayes bent The Father three times offerd to haue payd Him-selfe for his Sonnes ransome had Death stayd His hasty hand hee had found many more That had bin fitter to haue payd this score Alas he was but in the blossom yet Of tender yeeres though aged for his wit Hee had some insight into euery Art That to Nobility might adde a part His Parents reapt as much ioy from his spring As many childrens Haruest home doth bring But hee is fled away to passe the time Hee ow'd to vs in a farre better Clime There shall his Summer and his Haruest bee Where hee shall neuer any Winter see Then Parents grieue no more for he 's in ioy Doubt not wipe yours his teares are wip't away Death tells mee he was old enough to die And young enough to liue eternally Geruase Warmstrey Alumnus WHat fatall booke is this which doth declare That Noble Stanhop's house has lost her heyre A Sermon preach'd at Shelford ah tisso Stanhope is layd in Earth these lines of woe Demonstrate he is dead yet stay wer 't he Oxford would put on sorrowes liuery Each Colledge mourne in ashes euery Hall Looke like the Embleme of a Funerall Christ-church would sink in ruine were he gon On whom shee built her hopes foundation Dulnesse has seaz'd vpon me can I reade That vertue 's slaine yet iudge not Stanhope dead Betweene which two there was such league that o◠Could not subsist the other beeing gon In Churches why should Death triumph and bee Hanging vp Banners of her victory What siege of Honour has shee won Is' t all That shee has payd to Fate one Funerall And that of feeble youth yong Stanhope dyes ' Cause else shee knowes not where to tyrannize It had beene Iustice if some hoary head Had felt this deadly dart and perished To bee vniust is Death's iust attribute For shee did murder him not execute But why should wee her murders thus relate Death 's but the Executioner of Fate Fate was to blame whose too too greedy hand Did breake his thred of life as loth to stand The leisure for to cut it with her sheeres And so at once rob'd him of many yeeres This is not all his theft's farre greater yet In robbing him Fate rob'd vs all of wit For Stanhope might haue liu'd a worke to raise Which mought frō Sydney's Temples pluck the Bayes At least haue equall'd him such hopes his braine Did promise to the world to bring againe But wee haue lost him strangers which but heare How good he was are forc't to shead a teare Well may his Father say hee is vndone Hee onely knew the worth of such a Sonne Let others thinke it strange that griefe should bee As bold as death to worke a Tragedy Thrice did his Father sound as if his Ghost Would take a Farewell of his son that 's lost Yet wher 's your wonder here at such a sight I would not think it strange to dy outright So would hee but one Death cannot suffice T' expresse his griefe therefore hee after dyes And could his sorrowe quit his son from Death Hee 'd neuer leaue to grieue whilst he had breath Will. Hemmings Alumnus TRiste onus Hexaphori moestaeque Epicedi◠turbae Inuitant lachrymas ore madente pias Occidit alma Hebe patris spes gloria fratrum Qui partu primus funere primus erat Vendicat hanc Natura hanc moesta Academia prolem Arsque suam petit hanc Nobilitasque suam Laurea cum moesca certat numerosa Cupresso Charta istos cineres et leuis vrna petunt Sed de virgineo ne sit discordia vultu Mors citiùs praedam vendicat atra suam Igne crepent gemmae Domini noctescit ocellus Huic gemmae nusquam gemma superstes erit Pingues quos tantùm capiti modò sparsit odores Iam caput et plantas corpus et omne linant Sed tamen vnguento meliori funera lauit Dum soluit nimijs imbribus ora parens At toti lachrymae non suffecêre dolori Pars erat in vultu plus tamen intùs erat Quid miserande Pater langues animoque liquescis Cur fugit exanimis membra supina cruor Siste Pater gemitus et vitae parce ruenti Vitam non satis est huic tribuisse semel Pace tuâ valeant manes permitte quietem Et praeter famam murmura nulla sonent Manibus Augustis non pandit Cerberus aulam Iam canis aethereus regnat astra parat In Eundem HIc splendidius decus Parentū Orta stemmate nobili propago Funestum posuit citò cadauer Et compagine spiritus soluta Languentis malè corporis fauillae Extincta est Lachrymas mouent sorores Et moestae Tragico sonant boatu Dum Parcea indociles fauore flecti Primae stamina dissecant iuuentae Quis non exequijs liquescat istis Et fati scelus improbet seueri Sed fundant Tetricae minas sorores Non condet Libitina saeua Famam Vita perfruitur beatiori Extentoque diu superstes aeuo Vitam artis trahit sepulchra ridet O pectus iuuenis Vale quietum Solennes feretri rogos superbi Dum plaudit famulante musa cantu Et coetus iuuenûm modestiorum O sit terra tibi leuis Precamur Terrae tam leuis antè qui fuisti Franciscus Minne Alumnus ANne ego te Iuuenem Stanhope putabo Senemue Cuius verna dies gloria cana fuit Cuius in decimâ vix quintâ aestate senectus Imperat puerum non puerum esse sinit Sic non iustus eras non fortis doctus ad Annos Sed potuit virtus praecipitare dies Non data longa tibi est facta est longissima vita Nec viuendo breuis sed moriendo fuit Iohannes Donne Alumnus NObilis atque sagax properae virtutis alumnus Et patris patriae gloria prima suae Occidit impubis raptus trieteride quinta Eheu quà m Parcas iam rapuisse pudet Vidêre vt multa canum virtute sorores Crediderant viridis qui fuit esse senem DEATH alas could none but hee Suffice thy greedy Tyranny Wel thou knowst that thousands more Long haue run vpon thy score And with all humility Yeeld themselues as due a fee. Thy subtile cruelty is spide Whilest in one a thousand dy'de Hadst thou tane Achilles Dart Strucke and then releas'd that smart Thou hadst done well Once or twice It was thy sport to let him rise Out of his Bed Now he stray'd Too farre with thee now he stay'd So Apollo slew his friend Hyacinthe against his minde Whil'st the Quoit that he had thrown Smote his gentle Play-mate downe Grieue not then for him that 's gone See Death's sorry for what 's done Let no cryes oppresse your eares Dry O dry
FVNERALL ELEGIES VPON THE MOST VNTIMELY DEATH OF the Honourable and most hopefull Mr. IOHN STANHOPE Sonne and Heire to the Right Honourable PHILIP Lord STANHOPE Baron of Shelford VVHO DECEASED IN Christ-church at OXFORD the 18. of Iuly 1623. London printed for Ralph Mab. MDCXXIV Ad Lectorem OFficiosus Amor lachrimas effudit ab vrna Quam raptìm ingestas Musa latere velit Melpomenen moerore suo ne crede superbam Fastum ô quid nescit si modo luctus habet Tu solum expendas quanta est huic causa dolori Cum sapiat quasi nunc prompta Querela vetus IN AMICISSIMVM MEVM GEmma domus nostrae Musarum dulers ocelle Flos Parnasstaci deliciaeque chori Defunctum sequor obsequijs complector vinbram Heu quot corporibus dignior vmbra tua est Non est fictus amor non est vmbratilis ardor Vmbra places videar corporis vmbra tui Henricus Percy Comitis Northumbriae Filius ANd hast thou left vs then Deare Soule must wee Comfort our eyes no more beholding thee â—â—uldst thou bee so much a proficient here 〈…〉 dye so soone in thy first yeere 〈◊〉 â—â—ill thou be thus a Graduate to shine 〈…〉 already and there turne Diuine 〈◊〉 â—â—gree whose luster quite defaces 〈◊〉 â—â—â—e Hoods and Academicke graces 〈◊〉 â—â—â—h mistooke thee measuring thee a man By thy Soules Elle not by thy bodies Span. Hadst thou beene duller thou perchance mightst haue Gone but a slow and foot-pace to thy graue Thâ—â—â—ch of Fate had not bin stir'd the Skies Would not so greedy snatch so meane a prize Thy quicknes kild thee ripenes was thy death Running to goodnes thou ranst out of breath How didst thou pitch beyond thy yeeres how sage How wise how staid how elder than thy age Wâ—â—t manly grauity was knowne to house 〈◊〉 in thy smooth then others wrinckled browes 〈◊〉 different from the common Nobler sort 〈◊〉 here for fashion onely come and sport 〈◊〉 weare a gawdy Gowne and then with ease 〈◊〉 the Streets and learne the Colledges â—ape some few ends of Iests wherewith hereafter To branch discourse and entertaine a laughter That nere reach further than the mysticall Science of Tennis and their Spheare the Ball Or else to weild some Fencers woodden toole Or sweat a Night-cap in the Dancing-schoole To cracke a Lute-string and such worthy Arts In others Complements in great men parts Thy Studies were more serious as thy lookes While others Bandyed thou wast tossing Bookes Busied in Paper and collecting there Gemmes to sticke in thy mind not in thine eare Me thinks I see thee yet close by thy selfe Reaching some choyce Booke from thy furnisht shelfe Loose the silke strings and with a willing paine To read and thinke and write and read againe Thus didst thou spend thy lifes short day till night Deaths night oretooke thee and put out thy light This sable Curtaine was too soone orespred Thy day-taske done to bring thee to thy bed Yet happy soule whose first night did begin In Death vndarkned with the night of sinne E. R. VT nova subsiliunt acciso germinae trunco Et reficit pennae damna cadentis olor Sic vbi Matris honor cecidit Stanhopia proles Sarcina mox orbam non sinit esse nova Primitias vteri quae coelo debita sors est Soluisti Mater quid potes inde queri At Calum excambit foetum similemque reponit Num potes hoc damnum dicere munus erat Qui sic interijt non interijsse videtur Natalem fato sed reparasse suo Ier. Thorp Art Mag. ex Aede Christi A Funerall Elegie AS for a teadious famine or a siege Threatning vs al our couÌ„try our Liege So do we grieue for thee each neighbour Weeps to the indangering of an eye As if the losse were his or he had sold by His Patrimony and had spent the gold Spanish Currantoes Brunswicke and the fate And Massacres of the Palatinate In this spring tide and flood of griefe are lost As raine drops in a streame that in the vast Ocean this hath so fill'd our hearts eyes eares That we want sence of other cares then these If in a drowth this accident had beene Thou hadst not Fate committed such a sinne he peoples tribute had repair'd the losse Of the mad dog-starres fury and this crosse For with their teares the parched earth had beene As after plent'ous raine fruitfull and greene By should heauens drops now longer mixe with ours But these vnited conduits doubled showres Trent would vnruly grow and his proud waues Would make our habitations then our graues As the sunne snow so griefe melts vs and you Wherese're we goe may tract vs by our dew The State-men of this losse such notice take They 'le not doe businesse 'till they 'ue wept for 's sake With these Inferiors ioyne from th' Collyers eye You may take inke to write an Elegie And in their fields of hay the Countrey-men Doe weepe as if they 'd haue it grow againe Our sinne hath bred this crosse so Adams vice Did disinherite him of Paradise His death of ours nay vnborne Babes will misse And feele his absence who had brought a blisse To them to all of them For as we see A goodly spreading large and well-limbd tree Doth guard the vnderwood and doth immure The houses neere which by it are secure So from all tempest from all rage of winde He would haue fenc'd his neighbours and haue shin'd Like Lights in Watch-towres which are set to saue Passengers from Rockes and fury of the Waue This may coniectur'd bee from what we saw His youth did beare and promise For if by The foote of Hercules with Geometrie His true proportion was collected may Not we on the same grounds proceed and say On sight of the foundation this had beene As faire an edifice as e're was seene If 't had gone on it is prophane to say The Builder wanted skill and stuffe to lay A perfect roofe on what he had began And could not end this Master-piece of Man And therefore dasht it out Wee all doe know We were vnworthy of so great a flow And streame of goodnesse that his innocence Long since deseru'd to bee remooued hence Wherefore true Iustice plac'd Him neere the Throne In heauen of one in three of three in one His life was spotlesse as his sicknesse grew So did his zeale and calmenesse all is true In him which Poets by hyperboly Giue their choyce friends to make their memory Immortall Like a thankefull streame he ran To pay his debt vnto the Ocean His Monuments of Learning were bestow'd Where he had his He paid what ere he ow'd Obedience to his Parents Loue to all Repentance death for 's sinnes in generall Vere lugentis Pietas QVae Fata quondam cecinit Henricì tibi Modò Musa magne luuenis exequias parat Documenta mors maiora nunquam virium Dedit suarum simile non potest malum Ruina similis Carolo superstite Saluoque
that hee died Or how could Pin-dust cast on 's skin Cause his death to enter in Nor would then his Physicians skill Suffer such Fleabites for to kill No this was fatall t was his lot That from euery little spot Should be drawne a line athwart To the Center of his heart Or else God from some higher place Seeded Manna on his face And sure t is so or else hee 'd ne're Haue put him in this Omer heere Then let 's now no more lament The dead whose life so wel was spent That now for land hee heauen doth share By his death a greater Heire But our selues for sure t is worse To bee the Mourner then the Coarse Thomas Lockey Art Bac. ERgone non auidos Musarum expalluit haustus Ille puer salso strenuus ore loqui Ergone non imas puduit redolere lucernas Vt damno afficeret mox grauiore Patrem Siccine selegit mors illum ex omnibus vnum Illum delitiae qui modo Patris erat Dissimulare Patêr iam discas vaetibi Fata Inuida si norînt quis tibi charus erit LOoke on his body chequered o're with spots Looke on his soule vntainted with such blots His purer part is frighted at each sore Two Twins were neuer so vnlike before What wonder if a sudden parting bee Where thus the soule and body disagree Edwardus Croke Art Bac. ANd is our griefe so large can't be confin'd To Place to Time but showne to all mankind Must wee remooue his Corps and so conuey Our Thames to Trent and weare another way With teares to dally with our griefe beare About our losse as if wee playd with feare Where doth this iourny after lifes iourny tend This trauaile after death this endlesse end Resting he moues and dead he stil doth rowle As if his body went to seeke his soule 'T was not because we partners seeke of griefe The greatest sorrowes seldome craue reliefe Let 's then diuide our woes and let each care Enioy that want and in such sorrow share T is fit though heere hee died that countreys wombe That gaue him life should likewise bee his Tombe To die and to bee buried in one place Beseemes common mortality his race Merits no captiue rites then let our losse Bee as diffusiue as his goodnesse was What though hee trace mortality and dye Death 's a Refiner of Nobility And in a fresher mould and purer fire Blazons him in a fairer Character This were an honest comfort if being dead Our griefe could haue their obiect buried If wee onely with our mem'ry did beare And with those eies alone to thinke him here But loe here 's part of him which doth extend His life beyond his life nor doth death end Himselfe though halfe himselfe for now in this We both do view although one whole we misse Nor doe we here retaine a Light so cleare As when two Suns pac'd in one Hemispheare Nor doe Tyndarides diuided shine So bright as when they both their Lights combine When two are link't and parted then wee may An obscure twilight call it and no day Memorials of the good and Pictures doe Restore our griefe and make vs loue our woe So when wee see his Brothers shape these lips These eyes of his these cheekes that face it strips Vs of our sence and foorthwith makes vs frame That t is no Brother Picture but the same And writes his Name afresh lest griefe should dye Each limbe of his speakes his mortality This is our ioy our griefe that wee request Almost of that loue to bee dispossest His yeeres I neede not computate since Fate His riper vertues not his yeeres doth date Which who so dares to number must confesse Hee slanders by commending happinesse But 's richer soule wee must admire not praise That groser Heraldry despaires to blaze Adored Saint or more if more there bee Of thy blest Reliques onely knowne to thee Wee doe confesse th' art gone and yet our losse If told is vnderualued so grosse So young are our complaints that wee lament In petty Notions sorrowes rudiment Our infant teares yet knowes not all our woe Because wee knewe not all that was to growe In him a graft all hope but riper yeeres Shall teach vs how to parallell our teares And so improoue wee may as hee did grow In vertue dayly thriuing in our woe Can then that Riuer which by thee doth slide Bee so vnmindfull not to bee full Tide And not ore-flow his bounds O be so good To saue a wonder lest wee force a flood Swell thou Meander streames let flow thy teares Better proportioned to our fruitfull feares Or let that Dog-starre cause thee to bee spent As t did his life our eyes shall weepe a Trent And make his Tombe an Iland thou shalt bee Shelford more famous for mortality And thou the Wel-spring which with Arts didst flow Bereaued Oxford be a well of woe Let Future times this first note learne of thee Here dyed a Stanhope Thus thou learn'd may bee VVEe doe not here examine why His Tutor suffred him to die As if his watchfulnesse had slept For sure hee was by Argos kept And had hee not a Stanhope beene Hee might his Natures Tutor seeme But wee question that which forc't God and man to bee diuorc't That first Question that Where that Why That sentenc'd first our soules to dye If fruit now haue that power of death As in the child-hood of the earth Which Fruit to cloake we Leaues put on Cloth'd with our owne transgression No know his soule so pure so good And how corruption it withstood That needed almost had his skinne Rather to bee baptiz'd then sinne Though Cherries sowne in such a place That what hee ate hee wore in 's face Yet euery twinkling spot did lye Like Starres but in a fairer Skie Such beauty might the Moone remoue Sooner then Endymions loue And from his kisse her light to come Rather then from that common Sun If then Measels spangled thus Imbroidered his face no worse If his disease so modest bee And blush at it's owne cruelty Then what may his beauty claime Whom his sickenesse thus became And in the twilight of his dayes Chequ'red his countenance with Rayes Presaging like a rubyed night The Sunne awak't to shine more bright If then our griefe bee not at height Behold his Fathers sorrowes weight Whose heauy iourney wing'd with feares Caus'd his body sweat with teares And each officious limbe turn'd eye Claiming their duty for to cry And well I thinke all eye was hee That in a double night did see Nor will I euer that approoue When thus it sees that blind is loue For fatherly affection may Though it bee night create a day Now with an honest heresie I could renounce Philosophy That seeing thus their passions knit His Father did his soule beget And if it were not so then why Did's Fathers Fate teach him to dye And by his Propheticke death Make him 's Heire in 's losse
distilling teares What though honour vertue grace Though Nobilty of race By the fatall Dart doth lie Subiect to Mortality Let it not torment your minde See the Picture 's left behinde His Brother modest mild as hee Doth in vertue most agree Aske not for them both together This alone may passe for either Martinus Tynley Alumnus HEere though his spotlesse span-long life be spent Are silent steps to shew where goodnesse went Nature did in such rare compleatnesse make him To shew her Arte and so away did take him For he was onely to vs wretches lent For a short time to be our President Goods we inherit dayly and Possession O that in goodnes were the same succession For then before his soule to Heauen he breathed He had to each of vs a part bequeathed Of his true wealth and closing thus his eyes Would haue inrich'd his Sex with legacies Sebastian Smith Alumnus ANd is he dead Immortall creature thou Whom the proud heauēs sport to immantle now Was Death ambitious must he seaze on thee In th' Alphabet of thy mortality Did hee o'retake thy life and wast thou got In ripenesse to be man when thou wast not A stedfast conscience well might shake to see Vertue at such a pitch as'twas in thee Vntimely cropt Thy predecessors lie In marble not to teach thee Heraldry Vertue gaue thee thy name and made thee bee Vnto thine owne selfe thine owne pedegree When thou didst liue thou well didst purify The drosse of sinne with pious Alchymy And in thy time no Latinist was hee That declin'd Vertue by the name of Shee Sorrow and teares now fit a blubberd eie 'T was griefe to thinke that thou should'st euer die Eclipse thy selfe O thou Diaphanous Light Let sable darknesse canopied in Night Baptize thee throughly drawe and suck vp heere Such Sublunarie moisture to thy Sphere That with a pious prodigie thy beames May transubstantiate themselues to streames And beare a part in Sorrow should'st thou shine Wee should haue an Eclipse although not thine Vntill his Constellation appeares And dries the fertill moisture of our teares 'T is this we thirst for thirst still rauish vs Wee will not grieue to be Hydropique thus Vitam relinquis frueris antequam plenâ An ideò tantum veneras vt exires Thomas Browne Com. HVnc quòd surripuit mortis lex saeua Deosne Creditis iratos fuit hoc sapientia amorque Numen tam sacrum superi inuidere nefandis Tantus inest animis coelestibus ardor amoris Vt te mors perdat numen mortale rogauit Matris opem tantum haud potuit deuincere sola En ipsam mortem inualidam viresque petentem Alterius mortis non sufficit vna potestas Sed victus tandem es dudùm statione peractâ Excepit gaudente polo te regia coelì Viue illic igitur subiectaque sydera calca Dulce onus Atlanti tam grato pondere presso Inuidisse iuuat luctus haec vna voluptas Non satìs in paruas tibi mors saeuire tabernas Nobilium turres ambitiosa petis Improba coniunctosne iuuat sèiungere fratres Quos solùm possis corpore mente nequis Te nimìs angustam nostrae sensere querelae Tu sola in nostram non satis inuidiam Heu quid iam superest fatis nolentibus ipsis Nitemur nomen deripuisse rogis In chartis ipsis accrescet gloria quodque Dij nollent ipsi carmina nostra dabunt Nil opus est tumulo hunc erexit propria virtus Illi cuiusuis pectus erit tumulus Eduardus Cluues Commensalis OVtinà m possent imitari carmina luctus Fraternos feretro vt sint ea digna tuo Non illo meliùs quisquam lugere tuòue Quis poterat fato nobiliore frui Inuidiosa alijs haec gloria mortis eritque Talis abhinc luctûs ambitiosus honor Euan. Seys Commensalis Is' t the reward of vertue to become The subiect of vntimely Martyrdome No sooner can wee put on honesty But grimme death darts at our mortality Did not death lately act this tragicke part In butchering the innocentest heart That hee ere hit who beeing truly good Thought vertue made him nobler then his bloud T' was but the wit of death to kill him now In 's infancy when like a tender bough Hee might him this or that way bend at pleasure Had hee prorogu'd his end and lent him leasure To nurse his free-borne vertues sturdy death Had not with ease suckt out his vitall breath Though young in yeeres hee was yet old in good To shew that goodnes not in old age stood His age and body told vs hee was yong His courage prou'd him old and witty tongue T' was not one combat with our enemy Which like grasse mowes downe our mortality That could subdue his courage hee had two To shew that more then mortalls hee could doe When t' was suppos'd from vs hee was departed Hee streight reuiu'd and so seem'd double hearted And strongly set on death but after sent His forward soule to th' heau'nly regiment Yet his Ghost walkes his heyre of what was good His liuing Sepulcher by whose hot blood Our teares dry vp in this reioyce wee may That partiall death tooke not them both away Et moritur virtus hoc viuida Musa negauit Hìc iacet ille suis qui vidit saecula cunis Grandeuusque puer quem sat vixisse Sorores Senserunt cum vix tentasset uiuere tantis Noster abundauit virtutibus alter Apollo Sacratos cuius cineres licet haec breuis vrna Contineat vix terra animam caeliue tenerent Non rabidae mortis tormentum hebetaret amorem Qui castam effundens animam sic voce locutus Viue tuo frater nostro quoque tempore viue Henry Pastilew Alumnus Vpon the Measels WHy did our Ancestors in former time Account it for a grand detected crime To feed on Swines-flesh What great worke might be The cause of that so strange Antipathie Could that commanding Miracle you knowe Amongst the Gadarens amaze them so Would that same stiffe-neck'd race for such a sight Torture their stomake and their Appetite 'T was not the Beast they loath'd her durty haire Could not pollute her flesh nor did they care Where she did wallow last but surely these Abhorr'd them first for that corrupt disease They still inherit and this cause alone May well excuse their superstition Sure were thy sicknesse and disease but knowne And how thou diedst of their infection They would be curst euen now and wisht the fate That those two thousand had nay men would hate Their very name And this vnhappy newes It were enough to make vs all turne Iewes IOHN STANHOPE Anagrama NO HOPE IN HAST Haste spoileth hope whilst after hope he flies Haste giues the fall and here on ground he lyes Will. Kitchen Commen De tempore Comitiorum OXONIENSIVM in quibus mortuus est FAllax vita hominis nimisque fallax Quidni fabula quae breuis minuta est Quae toto tenet occupatque cursu