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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39911	Hēsychia Christianou, or, A Christian's acquiescence in all the products of divine providence opened in a sermon, preached at Cottesbrook in Northampton-Shire, April the 16, 1644, at the interment of the Right Honourable, and eminently pious lady, the Lady Elizabeth Langham, wife to Sir James Langham Kt. / by Simon Ford ...	Ford, Simon, 1619?-1699.	1665 (1665)	Wing F1485; ESTC R10829	91,335	258

Was woes me This blessed Lady Elizabeth was she Hasting to Heaven she touch't by the way At Crosby-House where we hop'd she would stay But fondly Of a suddain she took flight Heav'n ward and 's gone she 's quite gone out of sight Into the World she came it 's vanity She saw contemn'd and withdrew presently T. B. In Obitum Illustrissimae Heroinae Dominae ELIZABETHAE LANGHAM Epicedium ERgone foeminei laus victoriasexus Et desiderii meta suprema jacet Vna bonis animi generisque corporis aucta Quae data sunt aliis singula cuncta tulit Nobilis a proavis origine magna Parentum Nempe Hunting doniae splendida gemma domus Invidia haud pietas est hanc deflere Beatam Cui data coelesti est clara corona polo. Marmora mitte igitur celebrare aut carmine laudes Huic immortali quid moritura struis Namque loquendo satis dignè laudaverit unquam Nemo nisihic maerens qui stupet atque silet An Epitaph STay read her name lest thou pass traveller Hence irreligiously without a tear Say didst thou know her then thy loss resent If not at least thy ignorance lament Here lyes interred one by whose decease Heav'n hath one Saint the more and earth one less Where Grace and Nature truly did present A compleat draught of what was excellent In whom dwelt virtue with Nobility Great parts with yet greater Humility Her well replenisht mind did like a vein Of Earth a Rich and plenteous ore contain Strictness zeal mercy meekness patience Combin'd to take up here their residence Her out-side spoke it as if design'd to tell How pure and large a soul within did dwell How in her Face and carriage might You see Bright Honour shadowed with modesty Her Gravity with sweetnesse mixt did shew That distance was not her desire but due Too soon snatcht hence to prove that she was here Not an Inhabitant but Sojourner Sleep then in silence quietly her dust Till the Resurrection of the just When Body and Soul shall re-united be And each enjoy their Immortality I. S. To the RIGHT WORSHIPFUL And Worthy of Honour Sir JAMES LANGHAM A Memorial of His Most Dear and Excellent Wife THE RIGHT HONOURABLE The LADY ELIZABETH A great pattern of true Honour and Piety WHat Man can write that 's not Enthusiast I mean not what thou art but what thou wast Can Man breath living Words and realize Thy Worth and not be thought to Poetize But thy great Name and far greater Merit Will clear my Verse from a lying Spirit Similitudes from Sun Stars Meteors Dwelling in Clay are but low Metaphors All were Mine own and nothing like to Thine If I should speak of Thee less than Divine I have seen David's Harp but not his Heart On Buckrom dawb'd the Noble inward Part. Was too subtile to come to Painters view 'T is my hard task to shew a Saint to You. Once it was said the Gods came down like Men I miss a Godly one gone hence agen If here I rob'd a Tomb and there a Stone And shap'd her like to some Phantastick One And set up Her Pillar like goodly Saul Higher than those in Westminster and Paul Or for a louder strain ran to some Poet Her Reverend Ghost would chide me for it Out of the truly Noble Maunch she came The Badge of Honour that 's known by her Name From Kingly Lyons and the Flowers De Lice You may discern Her yet far higher rice Her Family thrice mix'd with Royal Blood She knew and yet as though not understood She spake not on 't as if she never knew The large and Noble Stem on which she grew Or yet as if that Elevating Blood Was like Rich Drops lost in a Richer Flood That precious Blood that Her did cleanse from sin The only Blood was that she glory'd in She did esteem the second Birth the better The first was High Below the other greater If we do higher look This high born Mind Enrich'd with Parts soar'd higher still to find That hidden Life secrets of Piety Pure Love unfeigned Faith true Charity Her Life and actions a good Comment was Upon Gods Law in which as in a Glass She dress'd Her inward and Her outward part Her humble Carriage spake an humble Heart She learn'd the Law both to observe and love it From None but me unto Thou shalt not covet She was o th' good Elizabethan Sect That blameless bear to all Gods laws respect But yet no Pharisaic Legalist Her Works were Fruits of living Faith in Christ She 'gan the day with God with him it ended 'Scapes mark'd to day were all to morrow mended From God in Closet Church warm and devout No waste-time pastimes ever turn'd her out Her Husband 's soul and Hers you 'd think were twin'd Rare Parts rare Hearts matched into a mind But Death consenting not to such rare Matches Away from him his right half soon dispatches Is there no way to break a Match and not Undo the suff'ring part to whose hard Lot Surviving fall's But this hath alwayes been Since Man and Wife op'ned the door to Sin His Children Hers became whose curious care Was to compleat and Saint that hopeful Pair Her Servants were the Flock she duely fed With Milk and the Portions of that Bread Which from Her Fathers house she carri'd home And did impart to all about her some In all Relations home and abroad She liv'd like such an one as would please God Her Face was Wisdom's Front and Her Demeanour Observ'd the Laws of Meekness and of Honour Her Speech her Looks her Person so array'd Spake that she look'd to God to Heav'n and pray'd Her senses Servants were Reason was Lord Fruitful she was in Deeds sparing in Word I cannot pass by what she ne're look'd o're Gods great Receivers miserable poor She felt their cold and wants as well as they She was the saddest when they went away She made them Rich they made her Spirit poor They spent her Alms she of their moans made store She was no Legend but a Scripture Saint Her piety no Hypocritick paint I will not speak what she was not for Nots Are in a Character but comely blots If she had lived in those darker Times When Legends went about with Monkish Rhimes She had at least been canoniz'd at Rome And hither crouding multitudes would come To see the Reliques which nor lead nor stones Could guard those Ashes and those Sacred Bones But in this brighter day she was a light Her Morn was Noon but ah her Noon prov'd night Night like that Cloud in which the Sun doth ride We have the Cloud she 's on the sunny side Her Life drop'd in the Flow'r Grace grew Mature Grace seldom dwelt with a better Nature O happy she would all of us were there And yet if so we wish why stay we here Earth was no bait Heav'n was so much prefer'd That first she dy'd before she was interr'd Coelestial mind she

's fled unto her Crown Here was not Earth enough to weigh her down But that there is none perfect here I know I should go nigh to say that she was so Sir shall I write or must I here forbear Least every line I write cost You a Tear I have of Her great Deeds collected some The Margent of whose Life would fill a Tome Edward Pierce AN ELEGY On that Right Honourable And Right Pious LADY The Let Herauldry display her Progeny Aggrandiz'd both with Age and Majesty Death Royal Lions conquers Lillies blasts Yonder 's that glorious Piety that last's Ev'n when time 's teeth shall have disgrac'd the world Laying all level and it self be hurl'd Into the gulf of vast Eternity She had a mind most humble yet as high A spiring Saint who Earth a foot-stool made But Prayer's mount the vantage ground whose aid Enabl'd her to step into the Throne That her ambition was and That alone How sparing of her words more of her time Leaving this matchless praise behind no Crime A blemish left on any word or deed No not for many years Such exact heed Govern'd both tongue and feet O glorious hight Her bended knees made her walk so upright As for her Honour 't was supported by Most orient vertues which her memory Now do embalm In sickness patience Obtain'd the garland with preeminence Whilst in that fornace try'd She Jesus spy'd Her Joy loosing the bonds which burnt she dy'd At our black midnight dawn'd her brightest day Presently wip't from her's all tears away Pouring them into our lamenting eies Ye clouds dissolve gush forth ye springs Arise But here that Painter's Rhetorick a Vail Signifies most when tears and pencils fail Silence grief's Oratour and wonder 's tongue Uttereth best those sighs and thoughts that throng Sticking astonish't within sorrw's womb God's word her worth our grief bid make us dumb To the RIGHT WORSHIPFUL Sir JAMES LANGHAM Upon the Exaltation of his second Lady c. Honoured Sir WHen first you encircl'd in your happy Arms That Center of perfections and charms My Muse rejoyc'd that though your * 10 Stars were born by his former Lady in her paternal Coat Stars were set Mufling you in a two years darkness yet A Sun was ris'n whose most illustrious raies Mingling with yours at once would shew praise Kind vertues Darlings and withal advance Joy the ascendant in your countenance As if that former splendent Piety Improv'd and gilded with Divinity Into your lap once more were stowred down From Heav'n whence marriages have birth crown But oh so dark it was when she went hence That groping we our faith and patience Could hardly find and stumbling at her Urn Had almost fall'n a murmuring to turn Loss into sin But Sir thus take the plot God join'd your hearts in that true Lovers knot That when his Angels that blest Soul away Should carry home to bliss you might obey The doubl'd force of this attractive cord Start up and say my Wives my God and Lord Stand above beckning on that heav'nly mount Whilst the slow minutes with my sighs I count I 'l speak no lowder least your griefs awake But wipe your eies look run and overtake And shine in triumphs having rais'd a name As great as hers who came pray'd overcame Sam May. In obitum Honoratissimae Dominae Dominae ELISABETHAE LANGHAM Illustrissimorum Ferdinandi Luciae Comitum Huntingdoniae Filiae natu maximae Et insignissimi viri Domini Jacobi Langham Equitis aurati Conjugis semper desideratissimae Heroniae incomparabilis immortalitate dignae 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 defunciae 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 sive Epicedium SIste parum Lector monitum te convenit illis Ne fidens oculis decipiare tuis Quicquid enim cernis non est quod cernis illud Cernere quod poter as cernere posse negas Effusis nimium lachrymis vitiantur ocelli Intempestivis fletibus ora cadunt Expect as scio sat tumulum gelidumque Sepulchrum Ossa urnam cineres anticipare soles Sed minus attentè si quaeris talia cedo Non sunt haec isto conspicienda loco Quem spectas non est tumulus sed lectus urna Quam credis non est urna sed arca Dei Non pulvis sed pulvinar non ossa sed ata Scilicet è saxis concumulata sacris Equibus haec si fortè roges Virtutibus istis Praesto est hinc animum figere velle tuum Quae tantam Dominam solitae sunt cingere vivam Nec modo de functam deperiisse sinunt Quos ego si cuperem Lapides distinguere junctos Perque suas gemmas enumerare vices Ne possim cumulo vereor succumbere toto Ignarusque mali mole perinde premi Attamen experiar quid enim non audet amoris Impetus votis haud satianda sitis Quid negat officii ratio aut reverentia mentis Quae nescit stimulos dissimulare suos O Sanctam in Coelis Animam Coelestibus auctam Te quibus Auspiciis amplificare queam Nolo quidem stirpem tot Regum stemmate claram Ant Genus aut Proavos commemorare tuos Quanquam si vellem digito te pingere possem Summis Principibus Nobilitate parem Te Pietas te sancta Fides te propria Virtus Contemptus mundi ac Relligionis amor Tran smittent seclo nunquam moritura futuro Pignora aeterni Marmoris instar erunt Conjugis Affectus retinebat viscera Prolis Deliciae Matris Deliciaeque Viri Accedunt Fratris lachrymae gemitusque Sororum Affines sociae congemuere piae Rara animi Comitas blandique placentia vultus Sed majestatis non aliena modis Felici Ingenio juncta est Prudentia nexu Divitis ac animi Lingua diserta comes Anglica Romanam suscepit Gallica Graecam Nec minus Italicos est imitata sonos Sedula Divini praeibat lectio Verbi Audita est grata Concio sacra mora Mox pia Colloquiis cessit meditatio crebris Singula praemissa sanctificata prece Chara Homini dilecta Deo sed mortua mundo Perpetuas meriti tot Monumenta tui Tho. Horton S. T. D. To the Eminently Learned and Religious Sir JAMES LANGHAM Knight In pious memory of his Most Excellent CONSORT The Lady ELISABETH LANGHAM Daughter of the Right Honourable FERDINANDO Earl of HVNTINGDON Most honoured Sir PReaching hath spoil'd my Poetry and I Instead of writing Elegies Learn to die But if I should Ambitious be to use A Fairer Nobler and Diviner Muse Than all the Nine That Phoenix of high prize Could only from your Ladies Ashes rise Able with Life wit's Carcase to inspire And warm the coldest Brain with Heav'nly fire Yet then no sooner would that Flame appear But your sad Loss would quench it with a tear For never was all Good in One so met Like Diamonds and Pearls in pure Gold set Her High-born Bloud flow'd from the Royal spring To which great Birth Grace did a Greater bring So that in Her