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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02473	Diuine meditations, and elegies. By Iohn Hagthorpe Gentleman	Hagthorpe, John.	1622 (1622)	STC 12602; ESTC S105949	44,249	126

Arist. de an 3. h Vniuersus mundus ex sua tota materia constat materia namque ipsius naturale est at que sensibile corpus Arist. l. 1. c. de Coelo * Preter quatuor primaros hum●res in sanguine venis contentos tres alios humores ostendunt medici inter quos oleoginosum hunc ponunt humorem sedem natiui caloris et vehiculum vitae Fernelius de spiritu innato calido cap. 6. namsulphur quicunque metallorum naturas perserutantur terrae adipem vel oleum appellant Ibid. cap. 3. i This is true of the inner Mediterrane Sea which neither ebbs nor flowes but not so of the vpper Terrane calld the Gulph of Venice which doth ebbe and flowe Acosta Hist. Indies lib. 3. cap. 14. k Stellarum errantium forsan ducatû in microcosmo desideras En Lunam Cerebrum Mercurium Lingua facies Venerem genitalia Solem cor Iouem epar Martem vesica fellis Saturnum Lien tibi perpulchre referunt Quin imo si modo fas vela pandere nauimque altius in simplicia mixta corpora in quae mundum Parapatetici partiuntur immittere ea quoque in microcosmo adumbrata ●uadantenus esse haud facile quis negatum iuerit cum spiritus humani corporis coelum quintam illam essentiam quatuor vero humores bilis ignem sanguis aerem pituita aquam terram atrabilis exprimant Knobloche institut Anatom XXXVIII An Elegie vpon the Death of the most Illustrious Prince HENRIE I Doe not grieue when some vnwholsome aire Mildewes rich fields nor when the clusters faire Of Claret ●ot through too abundant shovers I grieue not when some gay vasauory Flowers Are nipt and withered by ta'vntimely Frost Onely herein my patience suffers most When the sweet Haruest and expected gaine Of Vertues Vintage ere full ripe is slaine When Time the Wheat with cruell sythe cuts downe But leaues such vulgar weeds as we vnmowne Darnell and Vetches When these ●●ortall lights Extinguisht be should guide our dimmer sights Then then I weepe and wish the warry clouds Would furnish me with reares to weepe whole flouds Then wish I BOREAS whose killing breath is ne'er perfum'd with sweets of Indian Earth To lend me sighs I wish the Culuers groanes The Pellicans shrill shrikes to expresse my moanes I wish my sel●e those 〈◊〉 wings To search the glorious Courts of th'Fasterne Kings And a strong Partent sea●'d from powerfull IOVE Freely to take all that my thoughts approue First would I then in Indian Forrests ●lit The weeping Plant with Iuorie Knife to get Such pretious liquor vncorrupted cleare As might enbalme her●●●ck ●enrie here Then would I next to Tauris Gardens pierce For rarest flowers to strew vpon his Hearse Th' Indies should yeeld vs Diamonds China Gold Pe●●e the Siluer that her lap doth hold Sylon and Ormus all their Pearle should send The Congian Slaues from secret Caues should rend The Chyan Marble white Cassidonie Greene Lacedemon and red Porpherie The pure white Marble got in Palestine And rare Numidian spotted Serpentine Tuskane should yeeld me then some Architect Whose artfull wit should first these Stones dissect With Sand and toothlesse Saw and then engraue What stories there you memoriz'd would haue Which worke let mine imagination frame So large that the whole Earth might seeme to th'same A fitting Basis whence a lofue Spire Through the triple ai●e Regions and much higher Should penetrate so should the whole Earth be His tombe and the faire● 〈◊〉 his Canopie This Piramed a Pharos fer●ing right For to direct the storme-lost wandring VVight To saferie for since Fate did's life designe A patterne vnto this Cimmerian time To imitate tho ATROPOS accurst His Clew but new begun in sunder burst Yet that small piece in tables SMARAGDINE I would preserue for light therein to shine From these our Labyrinthian waies vneuen To guide vs iust that way he went to Heauen XXXIX MOrtalls lament for Nature now and Fate Seeme at great odds and both with mutuall hate To crosse each other Else why is it still If ought be faire or good by Natures will Fate cuts it off Your Peach with much adoe Escapes the Frost yet liues the bitter Sloe In spite of Winter Wheate and other Graine These oft are blasted Weeds are seldome slaine A thousand mischiefes and diseases tend The towring Falkon soone to worke her end When Puttocks last and Crowes liue many a yeare Th' Arabian Cour●er prized so high and deare He 's melted in one day perhaps and dies But th' wretched Asse suruiues all miseries Strokes endlesse toile and fa●●ine And we s●e The like in men If Nat●●●●ounteous be Once in an Age and striu●● to make one blest With her rich fauours him before the rest Fate soonest aimes at Let me instance take That Royall hope whom Nature stroue to make The very modell of Perfection How soone Fate cut him off And now is gone O word scarce to be nam'd with fewer teares CANDISHE the Noble Vertuous tho in yeares Younger then ADON yet like NESTOR wise Though greene in blooming youth ripe in aduice Whom Nature as a Cabinet did frame Therein to stow all things that Mortals name Rich faire or good which Death by Fates decree ●●th broken vp and now quite robd we be Of treasure had enricht this barren time And reduc't plenty Fate these workes of thi●● Are much too deepe for dim eyes to discerne For though some ignorant perchance would terme This Ciuill warre yet farre be such offence From vs to thinke the diuine prouidence Which leades these second causes euer may Be selfe diuided But this right we say That as these mortall Gods on earth doe vse All things or rich or faire themselues to chuse Thinking th' inferiour sort vnworthy such So seeme the Heauens herein to doe as much If Mines of Marle or Coale or such like stuffe Be found the Soueraignes thinke it good enough For the meane people But if Gold or Plate That 's for themselues Wherein they imitate The Heauens so that indeed there seemes to be In their designes a kind of simpathie Both choose vnto themselues what good they deeme Tho men mistaken oft-times most esteeme That which most harmes them But the Heauens which know The natures all of things they frame below With cunning hand in this faire Garden gather Each beautious flower leauing the weedes to wither By time and courses fit for them ordain'd Since these likewise for hidden ends were fram'd Iohn Hagthorppe XL. Teares for Sir THO. O. YOu Culuers of the VVood lend me your grones You Mandrakes shrike● and mournefull Pellicanes You mid-night Birds lend me your dismall tones And all that wrongfull villanie complaines Oh lend me lend me all the dying straines You Snow-white Swans which on Meander swim Doe at your deaths in funerall Dirgessing You Elephants caught in the Peguan Toyle You Nubian Lions that the naked Moore Or wilde Arabian for your ancient spoile Compells in vaine

his mercie to implore Thou raging Tygre and fierce Mantichore Lend me your powres combind that I with cries May rend the Marble Mountaines and the Skies Lend you me sighes you Typhons of Ter●ear Let ●eares like a Atlas ●rozen Haile distill Oh lend me words you seuen-fold ecchoes cleare Your plaints tormented Ghosts in Heclaes Hill That so my sighs teares plaints may blast and kill All smiling flowres and trees adorn'd with greene And like my selfe make Earth a mourner seeme Oh let me let me sprinkle the free Ayre With these my boundlesse woes But I am dumbe Imprison'd soules herein seeme happier My Reason hath to me deni'd a tongue For as too vehement obiects ouercome The senses so the Vnderstanding's lame To vtter things that doe transcend the same Hence therefore let me flie with Swallowes wings To b Tessets barren Desarts where no Wight No saluage beast frequents or creeping things Or to Condorian Caues where sixe moneths night May make me hate th' unwelcome entring light And flie back to my Caue againe to find A constant darknesse suting mine owne mind There will I build mine euerlasting Cell Obliuion and my selfe will liue together If in an Age some aske who there doth dwell My selfe will through the wall or doore deliuer Some feined Names and send them thence else-whither That cruell men which for their dearest friends Thus dig the graues may not my peace offend Here Silence and my selfe will hug each other And if we walke on soft Mosse will we tread Here Contemplation shall be my sworne Brother And Sorrow where we friends this theame will reade That tho teares doe not profit those are dead Yet if for true friends teares be ere well spent T is when false friends betray friends innocent a Such was that of Cizicum and that of the Gallerie at Olympia which from thence had●● appellation Heptaphonon Plin. lib. 36. cap. 15. b Tesset is a little Towne in Africk in 〈◊〉 Desart distant from the neerest habitation thre● hundred miles Leo. A short elegiack Verse written vp●on the vnfortunate Deaths of the thrice worthie Gentlemen the Sheffeilds drownd in Humber OH where am I I thought I earst had died I was so frozen vp and stupified With Artick darknesse and Condorian cold Which these late moneths lifes faculties did hold Imprisond in the center of my heart Sure slaine I was I felt so little smart At the chill newes of Humbers fatall deed My tongue to moue mine eyes forgat to bleed For water cannot expiate what water did When Vertues Children lie vnburied Shall I be then lesse sensible lesse kind Then Mecchaes Pilgrims which themselues doe blind And rather doe for custome sacrifice At marble shrines then pious loue their eies No I will weepe and weepe and weepe againe Till in my conduits humours none remaine To giue my Fountaines liquid supplement And when those pipes and hollow caues are spent Mine Aire in them condenst likewise shall be And transmigrate to moysture presently From whence I may deriue a fresh supplie Euen whilest I liue to weepe and weeping die For them whose worthes and fatall chance excell The powre of Time in both to paralell A Funerall Canzonet vpon the vntimely death of an Honourable Ladie vnder the name of Stella STreame teares and in your waterie language lee My passion speake the sorrowes of my mind Since words want weight and tongues in vaine are see To vtter woes that haue not bounds assign'd Since Stella's dead so noble faire and kind That no tongue truly can her losse expresse Then mine be mute speake eyes my heauinesse But Stella's dead and I in vaine doe striue To limit water or confine the aire My words will perish that I would repriue And griefe hath dried the springs whence teares repaire So hard to forme I find our passions are That what my Reason most incites me to I blindfold seeke but quite contrary goe For Winters Frosts or Summers Heate haue dried My teares and put this tempest in my tongue When reason rather of the two had tried Teares to haue tenderd then this Dirge to haue sung For Stella's death so Noble Faire and Young On my soules anuile such crosse passions breake That my tongue weepes whilest these mine eye● should speake TIme I euer must complaine Of thy craft and cruell cunning Seeming fixt here to remaine When thy feete are euer running And thy plumes Still resumes Courses new repose most shunning Like calme winds thou passest by vs Lin'd with feathers are thy feete Thy dowrie wings with silence flie vs Like the shadowes of the night Or the streame That no beame Of sharpest eye discernes to fleet Therefore Mortalls all deluded By thy graue and wrinckled face In their iudgements haue concluded That thy slow and snaile-like pace Still doth bend To no end But to an eternall race Budding Youths vaine blooming wit Thinks the Spring shall euer last And the gaudie flowres that sit On Flora's brow shall neuer tast● Winters scorne Nor forlorne Bend their heads with chilling blast Riper age expects to haue Haruests of his proper toyle Times to giue and to receiue Seedes and Fruits from fertile soyle But at length Doth his strength Youth and Beautie all recoyle Cold December hope rete●nes That the Spring each thing reuiuing Shall through-out his aged Veynes Powre fresh Youth past ioyes repriuing But thy Sithe Ends his strise And to Lethe sends him driuing To Earth EArth thou art a barren Field Of delight and true contenting All the pleasures thou do'st yeeld Giue but cause of sad lamenting Where Desires Are the fires Still our soules tormenting Riches Honour Dignitie Are the high way to misfortune Greatnesse is a lethargie That to death can soone transport one To be faire Causeth care Gifts cha●te thoughts importun● To be wittie quick of tongue Sorrow to themselues returneth To be Healthfull Young and Strong Feeds the flames where passion burneth Yet doe Men Couet them More then what adorneth To haue Friends and Louers kind That vs round enuiron Wife and Children tho we find These be robes that best attire one Yet their losse Is a crosse Melting hearts of Iron To be perfect here and wise Is to know our indiscretions And our goodnes chiefely lies In obseruing our transgressions For we dwell As in Hell Thrall to bad impressions Then alas why long we so With lou'd Sorrow still to languish I● there ought on earth but woe Aye renewing cares and anguish Where new feares Still appeares Darts at vs to brandish To Death THen D●ath why shouldst thou dreaded be And shund as some great miserie That cur'st ou● woes and strife Onely because we 're ill resolued And in darke errours clouds enuolued Thinke Death the end of life Which most vntrue Each place we view Giues testimonies rife The Flowers that we behold each yeare In checquered Meades their heads to reare New rising from their Tombe The Eglantines and Honie-Daisies And all those pritty smiling faces That still in age grow young Euen these doe crie That tho men die Yet life from death may come The towring Cedars tall and strong On Taurus and mount Libanon In time they all decay Yet from their old and wasted roo●es At length againe grow vp young Shootes That are as fresh and gay Then why should we Thus feare to die Whose death brings life for aye The seed that in the Earth we throw Doth putrifie before it grow Corrupting in his Vrne But at the Spring it flourisheth Whom Ph●ebus ●nly cherisheth With life at his returne Doth Times Sunne this Then sure it is Times Lord can more perf●rme To Time STay wrinckled Time and slack thy winged haste Which from our Zenith doth so fast decline In Westerne waues Lethe thy selfe to ●aste Stay and at length regard this plaint of mine Thy one daies course is many thousand yeares And I in vaine pursue thee all my time Whilest thy declining haste more swift appeare● And thine owne weight precipitates thee to My feeble leggs their burthen hardly beares Whilest I pursue to catch thy harrie brow But thou like fr●ward Age still writhest away And to my good endeauours wilt not bow Yet know I come not now to beg delay For any debt of mine or borrowed summe Nor to repriue my life for some short day Old Time it is for none of these I come But euen to vent my griefes that thou to me To pinching art so prodigall to some The Vsurer a hundred yeares can see To cram his chests with theft and poore mens spoile The Baude stored with all sorts of villanie And sinnes that Hell and blacknesse selfe would soile Liues till her bodie be an Hospitall Of strange Diseases mischiefes perfect foile The P. and the P. that are most Fed by the peoples sinnes and also feede Those mischiefes whereby many a man is lost Which be old Time thy worst disease indeed These doe not want to doe amisse wants none But Time to him that would doe well's denide Thou giu'st the greedie Worldling time to runne In quest of profit to the frozen Climes Then to the burning Line and thirsting Sunne To Ganges the Mollucaes Phillippines Tho more then men he Nature cozen will That heate and cold for bounds to him assignes Thou lend'st the Drunkard time his Cups to spill Th' art to the Sluggard too indulgent kind Thou giu'st the Murtherer time to kill The Thiefe and Lustfull man their prey to find But those that to imploy thee well are bent Too little or iust none haue they assign'd Ten yeares the guiltie Lawes haue from me puld My Wants and Cares as much Sicknes the rest My best houres but from Wants and Cares are culd Oh Time must he haue least that spends thee best Oh Time giue me a Time my selfe t'applie To Vertue and to Knowledge or to die FINIS Errata Page 30. line 13. reade d Hyena's l. 14. r. e Screech Owles l. 15. r. f Torpedoes l. 17. r. g Th' other l. 20 r. h Hels l. 21. i Scyros p. 40. l. 20. r. Candie p. 43. l. 20. ● Vac●um sex rationibus in parte mo●us l. 24. r. 〈◊〉 daretur p. 46. l. 4. r. sees no● God p. 87. l. 6. r. i Nam sulphur l. 9. r. k This is l. 13. put out k