full many thousands such To the Cittie Aberden at the death of Jho Fo. Ba. FAir Virgin Mother Widow-like lament Thy Martiall Son and Lamb-like lover lost Peirs everie ear and place with thy complent Whill they admire that are remotest most Apend thy plaints to everie Pole and post Chalcographiz'd with Charecters of wo And let thy grief 's vpon thy Goun b'ingrost That everie eie may see thy sorrow so O silent sad and greiued may thou goe Since to thy wracks this wrack is ioyn'd the worst For dreadfull Death hes by one bitter blo One of thy firmest forts vnfreindly forst And maind the of an of thy members strong That boore thy burden louingly and long To the defunct his spouse DEere fruitefull vine alone to languish left Let not thy clusters through thy care decay Though raging Death hes by all reason reft And out of time hes hint thy heid away Take thou on Thee to be the staffe and stay And beare thair birth and all the load alone That both aliue in loue togidder ay You to this houre haue gladly vndergone Through mourning much and out of measure moue No not thy selfe nor put in perill those To whom thou must be All and th' only one Except the Lord to place in the repose Wherefore praise God and take in patience this Thy husbands death from bail brought to his blis To his courteous freind T. B. GIue quick engines that trusting to attaine The height of Honour and a liuing Fame With penning of their Poesies prophane Should purchase praise and winne a noble Name What then braue Buck should be thy part herein That shawes the sortow of the Soule for sinne For while as foorth some busied be to bring The bad inuentions of their boyling Braine Thou happie Thou harps on an higher string And showes a Man regenerat again Wherefore we should Thee thanks most gratefull giue Because a woeb much worthier Thou wiue While wordly Writers witles and vnwise Be full of folies and of friuole fraits Thy pen and paines to profit moir tho'applies And both diuine and worthily thou wraites Than since thou such a sacred subiect sings Flie with the pens of praise and honours wings VPON THe DEATH OF THE WORshipfull M. Alex. Cheyn Commisser of Aber. NOw now at last and nought while now haue I Put a Catastroph to this course of cair World Flesh and Feind your forces J defie Your works are wrought your mights may nowe no mair Now I am quit and from your cummers clair Graue Hell and Sinne your powers J despise Death is the dore through Faith ye step aud stair That makes my soule mount sore and skall the skies Albeit the bones left here consuming lies Yet certainly J am assur'd they shall To rest and ring in their Redeemer rise Since Sathan Sinne the graue death hell and all That Lyon strong and yet a louing Lamb Tryumphantly vpon the crosse o'rcame An description of the World WHat is this World a Theater of woe A golfe of greif that still the greater growes A Faire where fooles are flitting to and fro A Sea of sorrow that still ebs and flowes A Forge where Belial the bellowes blowes A Shippe of sensuall Soules neir sunk for sinne Whair ramping Rage is Ruther-man and rowes A wratched Vail full of all Vice within A Booth of busines where restles rin To wrack himselfe the wicked worldly worme A deadly Den of dolor and of din An onstai'd stage of state a strife a storme Th'vnquiet Court of discontent and Cair The Place of Pride and well-spring of Dispaire A desire of an Repentant spirit WOuld God my Soule for sinne such sorrow felt As could cause Me spend al my time in Tears Would God my Heart would euerie moment melt And for my faults be fraughted full of feares Would God my flesh that fights and battell beares Against the powers of the spreit would spair And rest from wrastling and their jnward weares That does augment and bot increase my cair Would God my Plaints could penetrat the Air To purchase Peace to my perplexed Spreit And neuer cease t'assend nor rest but whair Thay face for face might with th'Almightie meit To pray him for a pardon and a place Vnto Repentance godlines and grace An admonition to the Soule to watch POore sillie Soule thou sees not how are set Thy fatall foes about the in a Ball The Feind and Flesh Thee in the gyues to get Of lothsome Lust and pleasures sensuall They will obiect All what may frame thy fall And cast before the Beautie for a bait Opinions strange fals and hereticall Promotion Riches Honour and Estate All what they can find out for to defait And with thy God to get the in disgrace They will essay each secular conceit To hold the from thy heauenly Fathers face Heirfore on him prepare the to depend He onely may the from thy foes defend Invocation to the Lord Iesus to saue the wounded soule O Sonne of God Silo sweet sauiour Thou that my sheild and my assistance art The pretious oyntments of thy pitie poure Into my Soule and wofull wounded heart I 'le prostrat Me in publict and in part My former fowle offences to confesse My secret sinnes sore makes my Soule to smart And I am wofull for my wickednes With hiest vp hands and hartly humblenes I pray the pardon my impietie Thy word divine my God grants me regres And bids me seek the sweet societie For thou art ay says the Apostle Paull At hand to help the wofull wounded Saull A Prayer for apaising of the Plague OVr wicked liu's hes wakned Lord thy wrath In kindling it for our iniquitie Jt maks thee blowe this thy devouring breath To punish vs for our impietie Our fall's and faults hes forc'd thee to let flee At the Noone day thy Arrows Pestilent Yet in thy mercies Lord remember Wee Are thy owne Sons on whom the same is sent Albeit thy Bow against our breasts be bent And thou the Rod does hold into thy hand We hope thou will inspire vs to repent And from th' Infection last releif the Land That in the greatnes of her greef does grone Looking O Lord for thy releif alone Vpon the Death of a verteous young man Wm. Ke. WIth-hold thy haist spair Passinger thy pace And marke amongs those Marble Monuments This Graue yet grene and litle ludge alace And thereon spend some parte of thy complents Mourne mourne with Mee a Miriad of laments And on th' Interr'd streams of thy tears distill Whoe 's want the Wise both pitties and repents And whill They liue the Verteous all they will Their plaints powre out disperse effund and fill The Continent her Caverns with their cryes For never shall their Sorrows cease not whill They deaue the Dead into those lairs that lyes For trust thou me this terren Tomb contains A Relict rare a godlie Young-mans Bains PROSOP OF THE DEFVNCT TO his lamenting friends 2. A Paise your plaints since
whill thou art here There lay thy compt a Crowne To conquesse and atchyue Here throughlie think that there the life Ay lasting thou must liue Here guide thee so atlest To grow in grace begin From hollow of thy heart to hate Iniquitie and sin Prepare provision here And make thee in some measure There onely there for to extruct A never tracking treasure And there to dwell here must Th'endevours be addrest Where ever and perpetuallie Is pleasure peace and rest And where in full of joy 's The just and blessed byd's But change beyond all date of day's All termes all times and tyd 's Where Mourning shall in Mirth Losse be exchanged in Gaine And where Mortalitie refind Immortall shall remaine EIDEM SInce Death distresse wrack wretchednes and woe Since mourning and since miserie to Man Peculiar are and thy adherents O! Why should thou start and strange esteme them than Since Policie nor power carnall can Divert remoue nor in a point preveine Thy danger or Misfortune fatall whan To sease on thee too sharplie they are seene No Kingdoms Crowns no Kin nor Consobrein Nor nothing here that being hes nor Breath Not Tyrants with their Terrors can retein The vildest worme from dying once the Death Since nought can Death nor sorrows saif from thee Lamenting liue and living learne to die In what a Labarinthian sink of sin In what a Maze in what a miserie Into what greef and with what grons begin The Dulfull dait of Mans Nativitie Woe weeping Care and cryes continuallie Are at his Birth and at his Burial both In sicknes sore or sorrows suredlie The Time twixt Life and Death he groning goth So sillie Man does bot lament and mourne Whill to the ground his Grandame he returne He weeps when from the bellie he is borne And enters first the stage distilling tears So to the world he mourning giu's gud-morne And as he liu's so to lament he lears His lewd-led-life occasion giu's of fears Feare breeds complaints perplexities and paine So thus his life it vanishes and wears He comes in greef and groning goes againe Lamenting first he looks vpon the light Lamenting last he giues againe good-night To the same honorable Ladie MElpomine al Murners Tragick Muse Some unknowne kinde of sadest sable chuse T' invest thy selfe there-with whereby thou may Expreslie more divulgat and bewray Thy care and cause all Creaturs to ken Thy grieu's more great nor 's ordinar to men Convene thy wits vse all thy Airt and skill For words thou wont to write now Tears distil And vnto Tritone that the Trident bears Pay triple tribute of salt brimmish tears Desire thy sweet and sacred Sisters fine To trim their Harps to tragick toons like thine And pray your Prince Apollo for to borrow Some of Neptunus tears to show your sorrow Th'Arrabick gulphe the East nor Ocean seas Shall b'insufficient to suffice your eies Although ye should yea recolect the raine And gathred all in drops disgorg't againe Yet all this should not plentie proue nor store Thy departure dear Ladie to deplore No thought they all that liue of humane line Coelestiall signes and Dieties divine And all that care can kno or sorrow see Should too tear-wash this terren Tomb with me Though th' Echoing Air it murmour should and mone Tho light-foot winds shold whissel their grifs grone And though the fire ascend be Nature light As sorrowfull to see so sad a sight And th' Earth aggrieud her Entrels hudge should teare Most discontent thy burdenn dead to beare Although the shyning Sun himselfe should shrowd Most carefull for thy cause within a cloud And though the Clouds lamenting looke and lowre And tears for raine vpon the planes should powre Though brutish Beasts should brey burst rage rore And schools of Fish seeme t'ambiset the shore All mourning in their maner to the end Their heavines to haue vs apprehend Though Creeping things and flights of Fowles al-whair Deiue with their din the deiphs the earth the Air And though that Monster many mouthed Fame Thy onely praise should publish and proclame Still elevat aboue the Rounds and rear-it And blaz't abroad al 's far as Fame can bear-it And it in Diamonds indent and masse Jt into Marble and in bookes of Brasse And last though Men in numbers infinite Should in complaints consume and spend their sprit And be so sad as never seene was such Murne what they may they can not murne too much Although their backs the black doole bages bear's Though mournfull minds too testifies their tears And though with lynes lugubrious and sad Thy Coffin they haue covered and spred Yea though they should conglomerat and joine All th' earthl ' ingens with those the best abone And then draw from the Thesaurie of Arts On perfectlie perfect in whole and parts Yet should he not ineugh deplore and praise Thy Death and thy Deserving in thy daies Vpon he honest and vertuous Ag. Chal. THese be the treasours that this Tombe containes Earth dust and ashe much pampred in our pride Now but a band of bosse and bloodles bains That but short time here in their beauties bide Flesh is most fraile and suddantly does slide No durance is nor certentie of daies No mortall men hes wherein to confide But in the Lord through Christ the Scripture saies So while each one their part like Stagers plaies Vpon this worlds vaine Theatre I wold They learnd to die vnto the Lord alwaies So for to rest inregistred and rold Amongs the happie companie of those To life elect be mercie love and choise Vpon the Right honourable A. I. of Drum Fame COme me the Herold of the heauens behold Remembrance mouth and neuer dying Fame Tongue vnto Time and Trenchman vncontrold Reporter cheefe and Publisher supreame In Ioyfull Thesis or in tragick Theame VVhat be aboue or in the Earth belaw By Prouidence preordain'd to proclaime Jn swiftest sort to signifie and shaw The will decrees Occurrents now and then Of Gods eternall and of mortall Men. Truth Vertue Loue Faith Pietie and Peace Prest with complaints importun'd and oprest Their Synode set this Sepulture the place This Death their Dolor to dilate a drest In mourning manner for to manifest What all the liuing and this Land hath lost A Baron bold of blood an of the best A mundane Mirrour but a Match almost A perfect Paterne plenished withall The excellent and virtues Cardinall Each one of these are damnified by daith Each one of these are wounded with this wrack Each one of these are iustly wrongd and wraith To each of these an Louer is in lackt Each one of these with Death their band shal break To honour him and in Remembrance haue And each of these hes sworne this for his sake For to ingrosse his graces on his graue And hing on high aboue his honours Herse His worthines and vertues into verse Receiue then Earth and in thy bosome lay This fragill frame in substance like thy sell A
His Grace and Godhood not contains Full glorious and grite For in the Earth and Deeps And Firmament most fair His blessed Sprit and Essence is Ov'r all and everie-where He all and everie thing H'apointed hes and plac'd And what his Providence perform'd Is nothing void nor waist The thrid and highest Heaven Great GOD he did ordaine For Angels and the blessed Band A mansion to remaine The subtle Air belowe And Firmament for Fowles The deadlie Deepe and black Abyss For damned sprits and soules For fleeting finned Fish Fresh Waters Floods and Seas For savage wilde and bloody Beastes He planted Parks and Trees Yet of those all the vse As Nature taught weken He hes appointed for supplie And nurishment to men And sapentlie hes set In season ilk a sort And all things as he thinks it good Provids for their support All formes of Fishe the Floods Her eating Flesh the Field All healthsome Fowles for foode the Air He hes ordain'd to yeeld The Glob aetheriall And closse compacted spheir He peopled hes with lightsome lamps The streaming starr's and cleir Some of those litler Lights But steiring steadfast stay And some their circled courses change And alter erring ay And such like Hee hes set These ornaments amang That through the voults of Cristall skyes Full gleglie glansing gang Twa-glimsing golden Globes With bodies broad and bright The Greater for to guide the day The Lesse to rule the night The silver Cynthia Doeth both incresse and waine Into a Month and Phoebus course A yeare concludes againe The twise two Elements And everie other thing Abers not by thair limit bounds Be th' All-creating King Bot onl ' vnthankfull man Tho to his vse alone Great good and gratious God did all Befoir exprest compone Èit all the Creatures That He hes made amang Man only know's the right and Èit Does walk awry and wrang Fortis est falsam infamiam contemnere ALL they that loue and liueth be the law And they that stur hir statutes to trangres All they of God that his commands do knaw Than leud Reports they nothing compt of lesse All they in life who puritie professe Than sland'ring tongues they nothing more detest Wha seiks to smoir while they the more increase The giltles Fame the pure and perfect best The Scripture shewes the wiser sort expreems Detracting tongues a vice vnworthiest Which God most vile and odious esteems Of falls infamous lies than think no mair Bot as words lost and Echoes in the air Ane prayer for the faithfull O Lord whose force and righteonsnes do reach From Monarchies vnto the meinest Mote O Lord whose Regall staitlines does streach O're all not passing once the smallest iott O Lord that sau'd vnlost thy seruant Lot And for distrust strake vp his wife in stone O Christ that cur'd by touching of thy cott The blind the lame and all with greifs begone Look Lord I pray down from thy thundring throne And view vs wratches with thy eies deuine Guide vs with grace from danger eu'rie one Whom thou elects and chuses to be thine Blisse vs on Earth and giue vs perfect pace And in the Heauens fruition of thy face VPON THE REVEREND AND GODly M. N. H. Commissar of Aber. HEre lies inclosde within this Caue of clay His bloodles bones that boldly did imbrace In Christ the Truth vnto his dying day Whose like now few are liueand left alace Pereit to Poize with pietie the place That vpright He did but a spot preserue By guide gouerning godlines and grace Which now to sound that surely cannot swerue Thy publict praise O happie Soule shall serue Though thou be dead and death thy drosse deuoir Thy laud shall not inlaik that does deserue For to remain immortall euermoir Thy Name by Fame into this land shall liue Though seasons slide it permanent shall priue DIALOGVE VPON THE VERTVOVS and Right honourable Sir Thomas Gordon of Clunie Knight Interlo Resp. Fame Pub. Weal WHair flies thou Fame so frantick-like and fast What chance or change what may thy murning moue What grieus thee thus how goes thou so agast What newes in Earth what in the Heavens aboue Thou Tongue of Time thou wingd-foote Herold stay T' impart th'imployments vnto vs we pray Fame The force of my Affaires and woes scarse can Permit a pause much-lesse to bide and breath Bot wit Thou wee le the World it wants a Man By the vntimous Tyranie of death Whose worthines to sound out J am send Vnto the Heauen and to the Worlds end Pub. Whom haue J lost Fa. A manfull member you That lou'd the Lord and held Religion deere Alas remoued and transported now From yow the faithsull that are fechtand here Vnto his Home the high and stately Heauen That God vnto the glorified hes giuen And hes thee left as Orphane to bewaill And weept his want with teares and tragick toone That from this wofull and this wratched vail His shyning vertues Sunne hes set so soone By whose eclipsed and declined light This day is darke like the Cymmeriane night His sanctified Soule celestiall From whence it came to God againe is gone Vp to the highest heauen imperiall Th' appointed Pallace of the Lord where None Bot Soules of Saints and blessed Angels be Elect to life from all Eternitie His Name Remembrance and his Memorie The Earth vp to the firmament shall fill The mouth 's of men shall minister with me To cause them vncorrupt continue still And grasse-like grow great glorious and greene As if they were substantially seene How greatly than thou graced are O graue A seuen foote Cell made of the marble mold His knighted Corps with honour thou shall haue Whose Fame skarse can the vniuersall hold Whairbe the age succeeding this shall see How rair a Man heir buried lies in Thee To his louing friends Prosop YOu Honourable Deere and louing Frends To whome God giues his graces great and guid Mark this Mort-head and your ensewing ends See how it stands think some-time how it stood Now bot bare bones and hes beines but their blood No worldlie wit to Kingdomes Crowns nor kin Brings with them blessings or Beatitude Nor will they Heauen vnto the wicked win All Earthlie pompe if not divod of sin Shall turne to this wherein my bones are borne A trimmed Tomb with rotten waires within Brought forth to day and buried on the morne Liue therefore godlie verteous well and wise Such happiest and onely blessed dies 2. GOD gaue to me of friends sufficient Of worldlie wit a reasonable store Of Thesaure too vntill I was content And honour here yea whill I crav'd no more Yet all is nought and bot a glosse of glore Like the Sol-sequium a fading flowre That with the Sun does all the day decore The Gardens greene sine setteth in an houre Bot Christ my King and Souls-sweet Saviour My comfort is my honour health and all Everlasting life and never tracking treasure That permanent shall be perpetuall Leaue then deare
Man of mold conuerted into clay Whose Truth and whose jntegritie to tell Leaue vnto Me the restles ringing Bell Time Death nor Age shal in Obliuion bring Nor from my Troumpe his passing praise expell Altho that death or'threw the earthly Thing The heauenly half is hence to heauen againe Which both by me remembred shall remaine VPON THAT HONORABLE AND worthie Gent. M. Patrik Cheyn of Rainstone WHat both thy worth what thou was to wriet What hapines and honour here thou had What prouidence and prudencie of spreit And what a life beloued thou hes led Needs not be pens of Poets be exprest That of it selfe is so made manifest Thy loue to freinds and to thy countrie wee l Who could not know thy constancie and Cair Vnto this Citie syne and Common-weell Of all an most affected euermair Deseruing weell of both thou was I wait Since for thy graue their greife is now so great An Ieme an Iewell and a chosen Cheyne A Cheane both be thy Nature and thy Name Vnto this Burgh thou euermair hes beene But death alace soone sundered the same Aud from all common cummers hes conuoi'd Thee thee to heauen in whom we iustly ioi'd THE CONTENTS AND SVMME of the Authors his Christian Knight Translated PErmit and let thy louing lookes alight And with wel-willing eies vouchsafe to view The young vnwise aud wilfull wandring Knight Drest in apparell and an habit new Which in a ground and barren Garden grew Almost vnworthy to be worne and Èit The Portrat right the Type the Figure true And very viue Anatomie of wit To monstrate these the Misses we commit And make them all be sensible and seene Yea th' image and the Idea is it That represents most Efauld to the eyne The nat'rall man imprudent and prophane Be grace of God regenerate againe 2 OF Sathans snares that souls incites to sin Here is detected the vndoubted Truth And all that may inveit to vice whairin Oft falls th'vndanted and rebellious youth Here are the sinns deciphered of slouth Of Misbeleefe of Malice and Envie And heir of sinne also to drench the drouth The Well diuine and spring of verrue spie Heir is the Touch where thou may truly trie If thou hes fully faithfull beene befoir And here are perfect plasteres to apply To salue the soule and to heale sound her soare And here as in a mirrour markthou may To life or death the right or radie way At the death of the right honourable Sir J. Wisehart of Pettarro Kn. THe world it is a Theater and Men The Actors are vpon this statelie stage Whereof some yong some midlings now and then Some in the verie Euening of their age Presents themselfs preparde to play their page Yet in a moment suddenlie and soone As poasting Palmers poast a Pilgrimage They dryving o'r we dow decerne haue doone And glyds into the Graue the Den of Death That each one for his place retering hath Yet Death nor this the Graue vnto the good Nor should affright no nor dismay them must Albeit the boulke the marrow bons and blood They reconvert in Ashes Earth and Dust. For Iesus Christ th'Omnipotent and just From both he struke the sting and stayd that strife To all that in his mercies truelie trust And plainlie made them Ledders vnto life Whereby to Heaven that glorious Scene t' ascend Triumphand Actors ever more but end Men should not then too much bot measure mourne Nor for their Friends impatientlie deplore Who as they take long ere their Time returne And goe to graue their hours prefix'd before Wherein they doe their Maker moue the more Whill thus at his appointments they repine And with their groning derogats his glore Which in his great Synedrione divine H'apoints that all that ever breathd and bee Should ere they liue taste the first death and d ee Death is the Port of Peace Restrent from strife Place of Repose Conclaue of all Content The gate to Glore the Line that leeds to Life The way of flesh that worldlings ever went It was the battering Bombard Iesus bent To break and brvse the Serpent and our Sin Jt was the Ramme that Heauens-strong Ramperds rent To make Men mount and easilie enter in In Sion sure saif sanctified for Them The heavenlie holie new Ierusalem To his verie louing friend Mr. T. M. A Mortall man Immortalized now This earthlie Vrne this compond caskat keeps Call'd from the Cairs that crosse and cumber you Content in Christ here sound and softlie sleeps Flesh blood and bones the slouchs and truelie typ's Of the restrained and imprisond sperit Wherein oprest as from a Pit it peeps Jmmast are now in mold a Mantion meet Preordaind for the verie best albeit They by their birth be of Basilik blood For Death that all devours thus does decreit All flesh shall to the creeping frie be food And men howsoev'r in pleasurs Seas they suom Once shall confind be in a terrene Tomb. TO A COVRAGIOVS YOVNG MAN William Keith who for his Countries honour slew an Englishman and suffered for the same WOld not the Ghost of that great Greek be glade That paind so much to pen a Pagans praise Jf he the happines or honor had To be a liue now dead into thir daies To make his tongue a trump t'impen and blase Through all the Anguls of the Vniverse Into most loftie and most learned layes And in more then his wonted wondrous verse To cause couragious Keyth thy praise to perse Al 's well the Spheirs as that lowe place of paine And in thy honor here vpon thy Herse To leaue thir lyn's for ever to remaine Here lyes a youth who for his Countreys cause A Saxon slew sine suffred be the Laws 2. TO silence time thy praise shall never put Nor once Envy thy ventrous worth shall wrong No though the graue vpon thy gore doe glut Whill man is man thy laud shall liue so long Thy fact to Fame sure shall become a song And valiant Will'am thou shall ever more Be memoriz'd and mentioned among Those Gallants that haue gaind and gotten glore Thy famous friends for fensing a-before Their Natiue Soyle from ferce and faithles foes As Cronicles their kinde for to decore And Kamus Crosse their vpset Trophies choes So with thy Friends thy Fame shall flee stout Keith Altho thou boght it dearlie with thy deith 3. WHat was his kindnes and his courage keene Belgick thy broyls a Record best can bair Where he broght vp neere from his Birth hes beene Nought bot to make his martiall minde grow mair Wherefore thou justlie should erect and rear To Mars his Man a martiall Monument Since that he as a sojour serving thair Into thy querrell willing and content His Blood oft-tims in thy employments spent And this more too to grace and do thee good Vpon thy foes thy praises he did prent In Crimson Red and Characters of blood To honor him then thou hes mater much And of our Soyle
a God gouerns For whose long happie life Prosperitie and Peace His royall Reigne his gratious Queene And for their hopefull Race Jncall protest and pray From whose blis'd spreit all springs IeHovah Eli Elohim th' Almightie King of Kings An humble confession of Sinne. IN Reuerence on bare and bended kneis Debast I bow if I dare be so bold My soule most sad with weeping watrie eies Before thy feet vpon my face I fold My eies my heart my hands Iehoue I hold To heauin to Thee and prostrat will display My Misles made but measure manyfold And all the words I wairt in vain bewray None will I hide but open Lord shall lay My Sinne both seene and secret to my shame And my delicts done all vnto this day I in thy publict Presence shall proclame And to my Turpitud sound out I shall My Sins committed and omitted all Vpon his louing deere and Courteous friend Pa. Q. WHo doe of chance or vtherwise that hath An deepe desire and earnest care to kno This Trophe sad of still triumphing death Whair liueles lies an earrhly lumpe bot lo How rair a liue to signifie and sho Nor Maroes Muse wold an more cunning craue To wreit his want what worketh it of woe T'ingraph each greife by gazing on his Graue To not the noy when men looke on the leaue His Commorads and Consorts Christian To count the care his kin for him conceaue To dyte the duile of wife and Orphans whane Their father they and sho does misse her Mane An man whose make here hardly may be haid What can what shall what is or resteth thane To say bot this that safely may be said Lo where a youth on Beirtrees brought to bed Ay faithfull fast traist vertuous and wise Deir to his freinds and of his foes ay dred Here vnderneath to be lamented lies And shall ay while the latter day constraine The Earth to raise and render him againe Sighs of an sorrowfull soule Sigh sadly sigh sob for thy Sinnes and sound Weepe waile and woe mourn mirthles Man and mone Redouble thy dolor til each Den redound VVith noysome notes thy accents euerie one Crie carefull crie while euery sensles stone Peirst with thy plaints for pitie plead and pleane VVith tragicke teares toone out thy griefs and grone VVhile marble mazed at thy mones remaine Thou writes thy woes thou weeps thou vowes in vain Giue not anon from straying thus thou stay Thou's driue thy daies in dateles deepe disdaine Then sadly sigh poore Soule and sighing say Sad be each sigh moir noysome euerie note That treads the tracture of my troubled throte A description of the fragilitie of man WHat be we wratches but AMasse of putrid mold VVhich vgly wormes and wild deuoures VVhen we are dead and cold Borne in this wofull vail Jn moments ar nought Men And in a period departs VVhat are we nothing then Learne then to die and let Not hope of youth nor years Delude the least the Fates ay ferce That Man nor Beast forbeares Come on thee suddaine shall And warne thee vn-a-ware For mortall none tho neere so wise From those excemed are Times flees your gilt does grow Death at your doores does call Then take your time and learne in time To liue Perpetuall For you are nought bot like Dust driven with wind away And like vnto a brittle glasse Or shaddows fleing ay Or Roses redolent That in the morning shines And when the night draws neere anone Their pleasant tincture tines Now liuely-like anone Feasts for the creeping fry Now strong and fair and now anone A lump but life we ly T'accumulat great goods or what does profit vs Jemm's Jewels Silver Gold And all apparrell pretious What Scepters Crowns Estat's Or Kingdoms great to guide And what in Princelie Palaces Shall buit vs to abide And others in our pryde What helps it to despise Or to account our selfs like to The Lord alone most wise If dreadfull Death shall come Most horrible and haw And with her Syth that here you see All which GOD made shall maw Or if like earthlie dust Or slyding shaddows wee O wretched misers miserable Shall fall away and flee And all the pride of flesh And this small glance of glore Shall in the day of Death departe Without returning more Idem MArk mortall Man and surelie thou shall see What in short space it shall become of thee And then thou shall desist for to desire The worldlie Pleasures that so soone expire By no device ingine nor craft can Thou Fearfull to flesh Death certaine once eshew Thou should not then s'exult nor joifull bee Because per-haps to morrow thou shall d ee And in a little ludge a caue or cott Thy flesh and bones shall soone consume and rott THE AVTHOR HIS REPENTANCE fro wryting Poesies prophane COuld I or this my scattered skrols recall Or my dispersed Poesies repeit Most willinglie I wold revock them all And sound from singing of such Toys retreit I wold envy 'gainst wanton verse and writ Invectiuelie of all inventions vaine For it infects the well desposed Sprit For to peruse such Poesies prophane They breed abuse and brings into the braine Phantastick folies and phanatik freats Which are in deed not bot presumptions plaine Or at the most but profite poore conceats VVherefore were those else published to pen I should assume some sadder subject then A PROFITABLE ADMONITION if wiselie followed LOse not the Garlant of eternall Glore For things that here bot for a time shall tarie Officious Fame goods or vnstable store That facil Fortune both does bring and carie Indanger not nor doe in perrell put Th' immortall mark whereat the Soule does shut Tho pretious pearles thou purches what suppose And gaine more gold nor Craesus got what than If thou the Heaven and heavenlie Soule shall lose For all thy wealth thou's miserable Man And truelie loses in a moment more Ten thousand fold nor thou could find before I giue and grant that thou inlarge thy roumes For to cotaine thy infinite incresse And that secure in Honors Seas thou soums Yet thou in fine must needs of force confesse If that thy soule shall suddainlie be taine What thou possest was wealth for nought in vaine Though thou be made and creat were a King And supreme Emperour inaugurate Or at thy wish had everie earthlie thing Of Monument most with Mundans estimate If that the Soule her heavenlie life yow losse Curst is with those corruptible thy cosse Altho thou haue both health and honor here And pleasure past the compas of compare And that thou previlegiat appeir Aboue the world and worldlings every-where Want thou a sanctified Soule what shall Availl thy Pleasures and Promotions all OF THE ESSENCE WISDOME and Power of God GOD onely great he guideth and governs The restles Rounds that rules aboue and all Th'invirond Earth with Seas that each decerns Just circular and perfite Sphericall His blessed Beeing built the double Ball And did