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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08871	An Italians dead bodie, stucke with English flowers elegies, on the death of Sir Oratio Pallauicino.	Field, Theophilus, 1574-1636.; Hall, Joseph, 1574-1656.	1600 (1600)	STC 19154.3; ESTC S2264	12,772	31

a bed of flowers Like as of Helens teares once came The hearbe which Emila we name A floure he was and as a floure he died But now to stars as fairer flowers is hied There to behold the chiefe rose of the field The fairest Lilly that the vallies yeild Sweet flowre of peace loue both red white That God and man together doth vnite R. S. Coll. Iohan. Two Countries do contend for me Faire Albion and Italie To both I owe my selfe at once There was I borne here lye my bones There did I rise here do I fall That gaue me birth this buriall That was my cradle this my graue There had I life here death I haue But that gaue life which now is runne This life which neuer shall be done R. F. Pemb H. Admired Maro let me vse thy name To proue Aeneas to Italia came Italian Knight if I should dare define That thou art come of this Aeneas line How ere perhaps some Critick wil say no Yet will thy life and likenesse proue 't is so And yet me thinkes Vlisses though a Greeke Was like Horatio too since both did seeke A toong of eloquence so by a chast wise Each of them had three children in his life And now to trauell is Horatio gone Leauing his Penelope to mourne alone Now doth she tell her selfe how he doth liue And to her thread of life that doth length giue Now doth she thinke hee 's dead and gins lament And wish her thread of life were also spent Thus like Penelopes lingring web of paine She weaues her life and it vnweaues againe But it may be when twentie yeares are past That thy Vlysses will returne at last A ye if he were on earth but hee 's too wise For earth to leaue the heauens faire Paradise R. Sen. Coll. Iohn See here lie Myrmidons more hard then steele That no remorse nor woe could euer feele This deare deare tombe that doth Horatio keepe And learne of this moist marble how to weepe Idem The Elements that when he was a liue Conspired in one to giue Horatio breath Are since he dy'd deuided and do striue Which shall be kindest to him after death The earth doth promise gently to enfolde His tender body in her colde embrace And for he softly trode commaunds the molde Softly to he vpon his louely face The water for his sake to teares will turne And drowne all eyes in neuer ceasing woe That where Horatio they gin to mourne Whole streams may from the swelling circles floe The ayre will through his lightsome Regions sound In doubled ecchoes great Horatios fame That through the world no Kingdome may be found Whose vtmost shore haue not receiu'd the same The fire no more will burne his Pictures frame But gliding from his natiue seate aboue Will henceforth vse the vertue of his flame In kindling hearts with dead Horatios loue N. F. Reg. Coll. England lament thus of thy neighbours checkt A straunger came thy fruitfull wombe to cherish But him thou sufferest without due respect Vngratefully within thy wombe to perish For such a one within thee is inshrinde As of thy owne scarce one is left behinde S. H. The fates are Queenes they cannot be controld This obiect proues it who can it denie Their law is ostracisme mongst yoong and old They expulse the best for still the best doth die But A eacus is iust what ere betides At Plutoes Court I le sue these homicides I. Cecill S. Iohns Coll. To the suruiuing Lady of the deceased Knight WAst Venus no. The fates haue stolne your loue Oh cut-throat queans I hope they heare me not This yeare for-soothe they spunne tissue for loue To gaine a thread they 'le spoyle a true-loue knot Let not his absence Lady be your dome Phaebe shines most when Phaebus is from home Idem Noctuluctus or his Night-mourning 1 RIch tapird-Sanctuarie of the blest Pallace of Ruth made all of teares and rest Day of deepe Students dead Night nurse of death Who breathlesse seed'st on nothing but our breath To thy deepe shades and desolatione I consecrate my dying liuing mone 2 You dreadfull Furies visions of the night With ghastly howling all approach my sight And palish Ghosts with sable Tapers stand To lend sad lights to my more sadder hand Foxes come barke and Night-Rauens belch in grones And Screetch-owles hollowe times confusiones 3 Or I will furnish vp a Funerall bed Strew'd with the bones and reli●ques of the dead Redoubling Ecchoes shall like passing bells Chiming the dismall accent of their knells Reuiue the dead or make the liuing die In Ruth and terror of deathes torturie 4 Here liues imprisoned sorrow cloath'd in blacke A dolefull hearse fit for a dead mans backe Natures faire red clad in pale sheetes of Ruth Expressing in dumbe shew a serious truth A Funerall solemniz'd in sad cheere Where eies be mourners and where legs the beere 5 But ah my Muse my Muse can but lament With haire disheueld words and teares half spent This dead quick-spirit wits strange Cameleon Which any authors colour could put on And not in one sole tongue his thoughts dissūder But like to Scaliger our ages woonder The learneds Sun wrapt in whose admiration The rarest wits are fir'd in euery Nation 6 Whose happie wit with gracious iudgemēt ioyn'd Could giue a pasport unto words new coynd In his owne shop who could adopt the strange Engraft the wilde enrich with mutuall change His powerfull stile yet sanz respect of sweetes Death folded vp his earth in earthen sheetes 7 O had I eyes to weepe griefes great'st excesse Or words expressing more then words expresse Each line should be a Historie of woe And euery accent as a dead mans throe 8 But teares shall serue for Inke for paper stones Eyes pens for letters drops for subiect mones For Epitaph these Threnes Entomb'd here lies In graue of memorie digd with weeding eies Wits strange Cameleon dead quick-sprited Roman Most like himselfe else almost like to no man Arts various-varnish enricht so with th' Italian French Latine Spanish Dutch and Nubian That Rome Rheyn Rhone Greece Spain Italy May all plead right in his Natiuity 9 Ye liuing spirits then if any liue Whom like extreames do like affections giue Shun shun this cruell light and end your thrall In these soft shades of sable Funerall Omnis vt vmbra Io May An other Muses losse lamenting treasure Dest'nies crosse-tormenting pleasure Wisedome wayling honour crying Vertue weeping Iudgement dying Altogether all betoken Griefes-griefe not without griefe spoken Learnings Legend Physicks Phusicke Sence of Science Muses musicke Pandoraes Dowry Graces Glory Sad Melpomines sad Story Write in teares and in teares read Natures grace Horatio dead Dead not dead in heauen he raines Dying life such liuing gaines Liuing-dying was his state Now dying liuing spite of Fate Rais'd from earth to heauen where liuing Liues concent concent life-giuing Though bodies life here dead do lie Life of his soule liues ne're to die The same Idem Lectori In Funera Pallauicinaea ASpice quot vates Pallauicinaea crearint Funera quos nunquam vates potuêre Magistri Reddere noctem vnam magnos fecisse Poetas Fama est extempso velut olim Perseus inter Enituit summos vates Helicone relicto Tu modo si quis aues fueris cona●ine tanto Versifices inter si non potes esse Poeta Eia age sis delubra Deum delubra Dearum Sedulus implora totumque Helicona duobus Haustibus epotans ingentem imitare furorem Atque altum quiddam spira dignumque cothurno Ad fingendum audax sic nostri ex tempore facti Grandiloqui vates sic tu plaudente popello Si nihil est aliud dic occubuisse Mineruae Aonidumque decus dic interijsse decorem Pol Latij et qui omnes paenè praedatus Honores Dic obijsse diem dic inuida Fata colosque Detestare nigras nentesque ex ordine Parcas Exagita diris Musasque Apollina quoquo Versu itera atque illas vitam attribuisse perennem Defuncto exclama mortem nos viuere vitam Illum perpetuam vatesque videbere tandem Dum nulla occurret melior via trita terenda'st Idem Pictoribus ●que Poëtis SIvspiam vapulet Priscianus Bone Scia● Lector vapular● a Typographo Si verbum syllaba vel desit litera Ve● punctum scias culpa est Typographi Est primum tempus parce nunquam prius Latinas literas impressit hic Typographus Si non parces nunquam imprimet imposterum Io May Ce● potius alter Idem Ignotus FINIS

time aspire to higher place And effect wonders by enchaunting wand It hath alreadie turned earth to water It may drie vp your sea of teares hereafter This colour suting to the time I chose Hoping it might be pretious in your eyes This blacke those faire and that it would expose By foule your fairnesse as two contraries Let them be white and black together placed Are by their opposition ioyntly graced My book 's a perfect mourner see it weares Your liuery and mourneth for your Lord His patron drops of Inke in steed of teares Haue blubbred his leaues His strings accord Vnto the mourners fashion all in all It goes as they went to the funerall In this respect you ought to welcome it That it will be copartner of your griefe Nor suffer you alone lamenting sit But mourning with you giue some reliefe 'T will tell you he you mourne for is not dead But from this country to a better fled My child I cald it for his infancie Because it cannot tell his tale of wo As it conceaues but onely yet can crie And sound the name of dead Horatio When it growes troublesome do you but will it It soone will cease cease crying and you still it It onely yet can cry but when t is growne Able to tell his mind in better words If you meane while vouchsafe it for to owne It then shall giue you what his skill affords Then shall you gather for these weeds I yeeld A Coal-wort at the hardest in your field Your Ladiships bounden in all dutie and seruice Theophilus Feild Horatio's departed so men do say Great pittie he could here no longer stay Say hee 's departed say not hee 's dead Nor as of others let of him be sed He was not quelde nor conquered of death But him did combat while he was in breath His breath him failing cause he would not fite He challeng'd death and for he has his rite His body challendg'd as a challenge gloue He gaue his body plighting faith to proue Death in a deadly combat and affray When the last sound shall call all men away Till then his soule aboue doth heauenly pleasures gaine Then will his bodie win from death for aie to raigne T. S. Pemb. Horatio's departed so I heard them say Pittie he could here no longer stay Say hee 's departed say not he is dead But from one place vnto an other sped Say not of him that he is dead and gone Say onely he is gone With company or alone His wife and children he hath left behind Though to haue borne him company was their mind But thus he thought a long dead way and ill For them poore soules to go it would them kill Alter Idem Another Who sayes Horatio died in his bed He lyes he died like a dubbed head He di'd I say like knighthood in the field Encountring death which forc't him not to yeeld I saw the fight the knight nere shrunk for death But stoutly stood too 't while he was in breath When breath him failed his foe him did cōfound With deadly blow he feld him to the ground A cowards part Might he haue tooke his winde The knight had liu'd yea kild I beare the minde Who dying mindfull of his honor graspt And held his armes men dying vse hold fast Nor did his foe out of the field them carry You saw the Herauld did them with him bury The same Another A Knight of late death challen'd into field To fight a combat at sword and shield The Knight him answer'd as did become And when they met as I haue heard by some He felly fought and stood to 't to the death He tride it out till he was out of breath A noble knight death did him valiant finde And had the worst while he might fetch his winde Pittie our life 's no better then a blast And brauest mind should so be spent at last When breath him faild that day was at an end He ceas'd hi● sword against his foe to bend And giuing death the glory of that fray Dar'd him to try t againe another day Withall his corps his challenge for to proue He cast in steed of gantlet or of gloue And swore by th' honour of his head he would Againe recouer what was cast on mould Death tooke vp one and vndertooke the other And bids him poynt both place and places brother He points the Church-yard and the latter day When sound of Trumpe shall batle bid array The same What i st thus many eyes one obiect haue And all are bended to yon new made graue O t is on yonder Corse their eyes are fixt It sor to see thus people here are mixt And as the twinckling diamonds of heauen When all thing● are of Phaebus light bereuen B● spred the heauens appearing to our sight And lend the earth their litle borrowed light So they all deeming this thrise worthy Knight Worthy more dayes his day now turn'd to night Endeuour to illustrate with their light In spight of clowdie death to make him bright They do not looke vpon the fatall bere As most of them afore accustom'd were His body hauing lost his soule and breath They say's become a soule vnto the earth His Coffin is a Coffer as they say Wherein this wary world thought good to lay This pretious Iewel brought from farther parts An ornament to Schollers and the Arts. T. S. Pemb. Horatios Coffin no more it call Death's Coffin call 't if ye call 't at all Wherein he hath laid vp a pretious Pearle A Noble man though neither Lord nor Earle Muse you on earth death would not let him tarrie Men in the earth their Treasure vse to burie Alter Idem The conquest of two Traitors Enuie and Death by the worthy Knight Sir Horatio Pallauicino ENuy and Death conspired both togeather Gainst Sir Horatio two leane-fac'd fiends Which euer haunt the best birds of one feather Voyd of all loue that pray vpon their friends Both qualifi'd alike both treacherous Enuy is deadly death is enuious Th' one to the body mortall wounds doth giue The other doth impeach a mans good name Th' one pines the other liues by them that liue Yet fretteth at the liuings liuing fame Th' one is like Sagittarius with shafts dight Th' other like Scorpio's venomd teeth doth bite This the conspiracie was which they wrought That Enuy for his life 's vncertaine lease Should wrack his fame whose ouerthrow she sought When death should warning giue then to surcease Death vowed not to hasten till that houre When Enuy on his name should haue no pow're Enuy who neuer lookt with cheerfull eye Was glad at this wishing no longer date Her malice all-bewitching force to try And exercise her inward-boyling hate Thinking that sooner heate would fire faile Then any thing her force abate or quaile Eftsoones she as impatient of delay With tooth and nayle endeuor'd to outrace His rising fame taking the cause away Vertue I meane and good deeds