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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A89399	A mournfull elegie, in pious and perpetuall memory of the most honourable, Robert, Earle of Essex and Evve, Viscount Hereford, Lord Ferrers of Chartley, Bourchier, and Lovaine, late Lord chiefe Generall of all the Parliaments forces, who exchanged his life Septemb. 14. 1646.	J. B.	1646 (1646)	Wing M2986A; ESTC R232169	8,184	22

Synod cannot chuse but shed Some Fun'rall teares since your stout Patron 's dead And you brave Souldiers will have moistned eyes For he is fall'n by whom you all did rise Weepe Widdows weepe he 's gone that was of late Your most indulgent constant Advocate And you that once were foes some teares bestow On your owne selves your fines will not be low Weepe England now thou se'st thy Champion's end Scotland weepe too for thou hast lost a Friend But Ireland most of all expresse thy griefe For he is dead that long'd to send reliefe Weepe Vertue too for thou a Widdow art And well mai'st act the chiefest mourners part And Envy weepe and starve now he is gone Thou l't scarce find goodnesse heere to feed upon An Epitaph on the Earle of Essex BOast Marble that conceal'st this Dust Not of thy Lastingnesse but Trust Ten thousand unto thee shall bring Of vowed teares their offering The driest eye shall drop a Gem T' enrich death's envi'd Diadem To thine great Essex's Memory Shall adde it 's owne eternity Thereby thou shalt thy selfe out last Which else like other stones would'st waste And mix thy Dust with them that deepe Thou unprophaned now do'st keepe Nay Death it selfe will sure prevent Of His and Essex Monument The least decay For neer did he More glory in a victory On thee Death sits in state and braves Himselfe more then on neighbour-graves To kill a Prince or Duke or so Is counted but Death's common blow But when he slew brave Essex he Did triumph ore Humanity The Virger that 's wont to relate This Princes valour that 's estate The vertuous life and famous acts Of Peeres deceased the extracts Of every noble Family May finde all in Epitome And save the labour of Retaile And tell the people HERE LIES ALL. An Elegie upon the most lamented death of the Right Honourable and truly valiant ROBERT Earle of Essex c. I Thanke thee Griefe that thou hast found a voice Some thinke there runs no streame where's heard no noise And yet I le beare thee witnesse when there stood No water in thine Eye thy Heart wept Blood So may the stealing Brooke mourne under ground When on the surface nought but Flint is found Advance my Teares then and your Office bee To bring the Reare up of this Obsequie A Reare of Mourners which shall reach from hence To Doomes-day mourning not for Forme but Sense We now but see the Pompe but after times Shall make us feele our Losse due to our-Crimes VVhen Monarchy shall faint and Faction thrive How shall we then wish Devereux alive VVhen there is none to dry up Widdowes Teares None to Repulse our Jealousies and Feares When Justice selfe shall want an Advocate And truth in coward silence read her Fate When those daies come O never come those Daies Never to us that he shall weare the Bayes And be accounted valiant who shall dare To whisper Truth though onely to the Aire When the meane Feet shall trample ore the Head How shall we then feele Devereux is dead Devereux the Nobles Orbe the Gentries Starr The Cities Altar the wrong'd Countries Barr Devereux the Just Devereux the Stout the Wise The maimed Souldiers Limbes the Blind mans Eyes The Armies faithfull Alm'ner or what 's more Devereux the very Devereux of their Poore Yet He this Cedar's fall'n or rather is Transplanted for to grow in Paradise How the Ghosts throng to see their great new Ghuest Talbot Vere Norris Williams and the rest Those valiant Shades England's best Sonnes each one Courting Him to their Bowers Bowers whereof none But was of conquering Laurell there to heare A storie which would force from Ghosts a Teare Their Mothers Tragedy as 't was acted late By her owne Children to make sport for Fate For they had seen the Stygian Boats e'vn sinke Laden with Soules up to the very brinke Had known their Charon tugg and sweat and say England did find him most work and best pay He the new Ghuest who since he did afford To hold in peace the Scales in War the Sword Could therefore give best Judgment the pure stampe How things'ith Senate pass'd how in the Camp Dissects the Body politique and with weight Laies ope the Griefes and Maladies of State Shewes how those hands that held the Scales were numb And how that Tongue which should preach Peace was dumb The Feet saith He went staggering and 't is sed Some Clouds and Vapours did possesse the Head Whose little finger had the poyson mov'd Heavier then all his Fathers Loynes had prov'd The Eyes grew dim and darkish whiles the Eare Deafe to sage Counsell yet strange Tales could heare And the whole Frame did so with Feaver burne Feaver might serve for Piles to fill the Urne And England mouldring thus through Feaverish Ire Save Heaven the labour of a Doomes-day Fire All now was turning into Ashes so Consuming Flames Incendiaries blow Hence Englands best Physitians judg'd it need To save the Body that some veines should bleed Surgeons from all parts come to work the Cure She now was patient and must all endure Leeches and Emp'ricks Colledge fulls all came To cure no but to practise on their Dame And thus they let her bleed too much so they Can gaine no matter though she bloodlesse lay Yet some there came Artists and honest too Men that without a plot their work would do Men that to stop her blood their own did give And paid their Deathlesse Lives to make her live So sharp a Pill is War that some have thought Even Health it selfe at this price too deare bought Physick on a Swords point can seldome please Men count such Remedies worse then the Disease And thus as he was blazning States and Men Persons and Things the Cause why how and when Still passing ore Himselfe as if he were Though others Trumpet His own Silencer Still his own Mute whilst yet he Trumpets forth Great Warwicks and Northumberlands great Worth VVith other Heroes plac'd in high Command Neptunes at Sea and Marses on the Land But who was He cry'd some not but they knew But that they long'd to heare those gests anew Which they so dearly lov'd who 's he that fought So much for Peace 'bove Victory that thought The bloodlesse Bayes the best He that aim'd moe To save one Citizen then kill many a Foe He that knew how to value Lives the Man So much good Souldier and good Christian That kill'd and sigh'd mourn'd as he Trophies wore Mingling his own Teares with his Enemies gore As if his Grand Commission did not give Him power to kill and slay but kill and grieve And yet agen that most undaunted Hee When th' Armies were to joyne to disagree VVho speech'd his Souldiers first with Voyce and Drum Then Caesar-like bad them not go but come He who Himselfe an Army was alone He who was then most Generall when yet none And had whole Legions ever at his need Legions of Souldiers not to Fight but Feed Yea but who 's He cry'd one among the throng That with so few men rais'd a Siege so strong That made Retreat from twice his odds the while As he Retreated fighting threescore mile And this not through fenc'd Lanes and in thick nights The Downes and Midday Sun saw all his fights An honour we could envy could this place Loves Throne admit a wrinckled Heart or Face VVith that some Cavalier Ghosts for there come Of them to rest here in Elysium The Learned Faulkland and Carnarvan stout Fierce Lindsey Spartan shades above the Rout Such as had paid him Homage with their Blood And fallen his Sacrifices when he stood Pointed at our deare losse and said all this And more is Devereux this and more is His Which made him blush His pale Ghost blush'd and then He look'd as if he had been alive agen But when such prayses even from Enemies come It were a sin in us should we stand dumbe And is' t not pitty so Fam'd worth should dye Without an Heire No Sonne to close his Eye No Child to weare his vertue with his Name None to inherit his well-gotten Fame But as great ' Paminondas answered those His Friends that mourn'd his Fall mourn'd by his Foes ' Cause he fell Childlesse as if Greece were done Since so much vertue dyed without a Sonne But yet saith He still beare it in your mind I 've left two Daughters with you here behind Leuctra and Mantinea who shall keep Their Fathers Name from Death and Thebes from sleep So when our Devereux Devereux a word Great as that Greek's and keener then his Sword A Name that fils the Mouth and wounds the Eare A Name that Machiavell would be pleas'd to heare He who admires the Pagans large-siz'd Name 'Bove Christians as if words could create Fame So when our Devereux is bemoan'd in Death As one that leaves no Sonne to breath his Breath Answer is made He leaves two Daughters faire Reading and Glocester Daughters such as are Sans parallell and which will cost the State Millions to match them with an equall Mate Or should this Issue faile yet how can He Want Sonnes and Heires who 's Pater Patriae C. G.