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Certain elegies upon the death of Peter Whalley Esq; late major of Northampton.
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1657
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Wing C1700B; Thomason E912_7; ESTC R207542
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did prevent a strife They would have held him here to help them still These would remove him hence their quire to fill Should all wear blacks that have a cause to mourn The Sun it self must into darkness turn And the black night a blacker garment have So all this World be but as Whalleys grave Should all due tears be shed from clouds and men A second Flood would drown the World agen I. H. An Elegie on the sudden and much to be lamented death of Peter Whalley Esq twice Major of Northampton and lately Burgess for the Corporation who to the publique grief departed this life April 8. 1656. IF Love or Honour could exempt from death Then hadst thou still enjoy'd thy vital breath If Friends or prayers could subdue the grave Then thou on earth another life should'st have But since no love nor honour friends or prayers Can life restore let us in floods of tears Lament our loss and with affection mourn Because the Head is from our Body torn A good man 's gone like Enoch in great haste Oh cruel death forbear make not such waste He was a godly man of unstain'd life A friend to peace an enemy to strife A publique-spirited man made up of Love Wisdome and meekness graces from above He was a Pillar yea a corner stone A Major a Burgess fit for Northampton An active-spirited man in Church and state Prized by godly men at a high rate A tender-hearted man unto the poor And open-handed to them at his door A Phinehas for his zeal like Moses right He led the people till called out of sight Like David faithful to his friend like Paul Discharged a good Conscience unto all He living walkt with God and now he 's dead The grave is to his body like a bed Whilst his refined soul mounts to the skie Clothed with glory and eternity Samuel Cibs In Obitum Charissimi Patris mei Petri Whallaei Armigeri Qui hujus vitae limina disseruit Sexto Iduum Aprilis An. Dom. 1656. EN Petra percutitur Lachrymarum hinc effluit amnis Ex oculis Guttae fluminis instar eunt Ecce Genas fletu conjux tua chara rigavit En hic En illic Quaeque latebra dolet Eruptis Lachrymis diffundit turba sepulchrum Acriter exululans hîc jacet Vrbis Honos Nos tam foelices donec te fata vocabant Jamque jacent tumulo gaudia nostra tuo Quis fueris constat lachrymis agnosceris illis Non tibi chara magis conjuge vita fuit Singulus Sobolis Patrem testantur amantem Dum deflent populi te quasi Semideum Praesidium miseris Patriae Tutela fuisti Quis scit an manes hic quoque tangat honos Ibat ad occasum sic Lux clarissima Gentis Et sanctum Tumuli condidit umbra caput Si tamen illius meritis Par vita daretur Non nisi cum mundo debuit ille mori In Eundem Vita fuit Christi tua gloria Mors tibi lucrum Fit tua vita Dei gloria Morsque tui Audax ante diem sic Mors tua lumina clausit At sibi Mors nunquam plus licuisse putet Nunc habitas cives inter stellantis Olympi Vitaeque aeternae Gloria Christus erit Thy Saviours Life thy Glory was His shameful Death thy gains Thy life blest Saint Christs glory was By Death thy life remains Why cruel death before due time Didst close his glorious eyes O think not to repeat thy crime Gods Saints must shortly rise His Blessed Soul 's in Heaven above ' Mongst the Celestial Train Where Christ imparts out of his Love Glory to him again N. Whalley An Elogie upon the Death of his Dear and ever Honoured Father Mr PETER WHALLEY T Will not excuse to say I have no vain Of Poetry who is there can refrain When such friends fall and death ambitious how To raise his Triumph makes such Worthies bow Who would not try to sigh and sob a Verse When 't is t' attend and wait upon this Herse When Death arrests I see and calls away Goodness can't bail nor vertue cause delay Death was too quick for us not him but stay He did not kill but stole this prize away Death knew he was prepar'd and therefore sent No Gout to tell him that he must repent A tedious sickness had his friends more griev'd He then had longer di'd not longer liv'd There 's none will blame a wind ' cause it doth send Their Ship too soon unto their journies end He now a journey took who oft did go To Englands City now goes to Heavens too Best things not always last the longest so Silks will out sooner wear then wool or toe Nay it had injur'd his high soul to wear His body till his flesh had look'd thredbare Since he must go with us no longer stay Death was his friend to guide the neerest way He only slept in haste as if to die Had no departure been but extasie The key of Mercy gently did unlock The door 'twixt heaven and it when life did knock We weep not therefore for his losse but ours Which is so great drops will not serve but showers Our father's dead ours is the grief and then How vast it is that neither tongue nor pen Is able to express alas and I Can onely shadow forth our misery Ah! who can grieve with us poor souls whose grief Admits no equall but transcends belief Our dearest Father in whose breast did lie Our life is fled into Eternity The Child the Widow weep with equall strife Who should weep most his children or his wife Come weep with us who ever reads or hears And know his loss deserves his Countries tears The Church hath lost a Patron by his Fate A Friend his Countrey and a prop the State Who would not therefore now if Vertues friend Bewail his sudden unexpected end Who has such hard such unrelenting eyes As would not weep when so much vertue dyes But he is gone our task 's to imitate What he was doing till he was stopt by fate Our future vertuous deeds are Legacies Which from the gift of his example rise God grant that I whom Nature made his Son May be like him until my race be run So faithful to my God Church Countrey Friend And all concern'd Relations to The End P. W. Peter Whalley Anagram A Whyte Perle