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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A42838	White-hall, a poem vvritten 1642 with elegies on the Right Honourable Francis Earl of Bedford, and Henry Earle of Manchester, Lord Privy Seale : both deceased during this present session of Parliament : with an anniversarie on the timelesse death of Mrs. Anne Kirk, wife to the truly noble Geo. Kirk, Gentleman of the Robes and of His Majesties Bed chamber, drowned unfortunately passing London Bridge, Iuly. 1641 / the author Hen. Glapthorne.	Glapthorne, Henry.	1643 (1643)	Wing G840; ESTC R12689	10,412	25

to bring Distempers on the Kingdom and the King Who though their violent Councels overwelm The vessell strive to be advanc'd to th' helme Like the Suns daring off-spring nere content Till they 've atchivd the Chariots government Which when their feeble sorces cannot guide Like him they boast in great attempts t o've di'de No he was wise and from ambition cleane Esteemd the truest safety in the meane His actions being temperate and free From crime except too much humanity Who shall like Bedford now instruct the age Both by example and the patronage Of true religious piety how to be Fruitfull in works of publike charity Who with a noble and ambitious zeale To encrease the glory of the Common-weale Did those two works of wonder which shall stand To speak his fame in after times to th' land Built Covent-Garden and that spacious plaine The Fens his cost and industry did gaine From the surrounding waters where to show What a devotion his Intents did owe To heaven lest men its worship should neglect In each a Church his bounty did erect Such was his life it never did enforce The great mans envie or the meaners curse And now his essence by that mortall warre 'gainst nature deaths translated to a starre His Name shall live while never dying verse Has power to hang fresh glories ore his hearse Which shall ex●oll and dignifie his Name Among the Nobles Hero'es which old Fame Has in its lasting Chronicles inrold In characters of rust contemning gold Till to perpetuat Bedfords merited glory He be his houses nay this Nations story On the right Honourable Henry Earle of Manchester Lord-Privie-Seale ELIGIE VVHat reverend ghost is this which to my view presents the shape of noble Montague As if 't would beckon me to 's herse to come And sing his honoured Epicedium I doe obey thy summons nay and boast The glory cast on me by thee faire ghost Which I perceive now to be truly he Who living bore the stile and dignity Of Earle of Manchester and for the weale o th' Kingdom sat long time Lord-Privie-Seale He who when living truths example stood To teach great men how to be great and good Nay to be wise and learnd to act each part Of their lives scene with vertue and with art Which he made vertues handmaid and with skill Manag'd his greatnesse without greatnesse ill Who is 't that has not in the faire pursute Of honour read the name of Montacute That boasts it selfe derivitive to be From those great ancient Earls of Salisbury That did our English glories so advance In all our Conquests over vanquishd France From whence this Earls descended who did draw Conscience with silken chaines to kisse the Law All whose great Offices to his lasting grace He passd exalted from Recorders place To be th' Kings Serjeant who did then prefer Him first chiefe Iustice then Lord Treasurer And after by his gracious free consent Confirmd him of his Councell president Hence knowing his integrity and zeale To Iustice made him last Lord Privie-Seale Can he then fall unpitied and not have A thousand fluent eyes to wash his grave Those men must mourn him surely who did by His Iudgements gaine long banishd equity As if divine Astrea at his birth Had flown on Turtles wings back to the earth Her own just precepts freely to impart To him and multiply them in his heart And now he is immortall loe from far Me thinks I see the aged Manchester Shine a new starre in heaven and with his bright And gilt refl●ction beautifie the light Where he shall live for ever and be read Here is in his works of piety though dead His mortall frame be yet his noble name Shall live eternizd by the tongue of fame And while th' world lasts his Al-Mondo shall Stand canditate for honour even with all The works of learned Writers and his prayes Be by time's hand adornd with wreaths of bayes Thus vertue can secure men dead and give Life to their memories which shall ever live On the Noble and much to be lamented Mrs Anne Kirk wife to Mr Geo. Kirk Gent of the Robes and of his Majesties Bed-Chamber who was unfortunately drowned passing London Bridge Iuly 6. 1641. an Anniversary ELEGY I. VVHat tumor's this that on the tongue of same Flies like a prodigy as if it came To fright the Genius of the world with feares Nay change its moving essence into teares Now now irrivocably flees the sound Her sexes pride illustrions Kirk is drownd See how bright troops of virgins who from farre Appeare resembling every one a starre Drownd in a sea of pearle doe sadly rise From her lov'd urne each one without their eyes Wept out or there left burning as they 'd lent Those lights for tepers to her monument See how the Matrons lay their tires aside And only in their sorrow take a pride Their sorrow which now beautifully weares In stead of diamonds carcanets of teares Where shall we find a frame so fully grac't With vertues in so rich a body plac't That it was truly held the unmatchd shrine Of humane beautie● mingled with divine As if the heavens and nature did agree In her to fix the greatest sympathy Could be between them what was faire and good Inclusive possibly in flesh and blood Who with her gentle ' haviour and deport Did gaine the love not envie of the Court And yet she fell untimely like a rose Which in the morning sweetly does disclose Its purple beauties till the winds in love Doe with their frequent boisterous kisses move Its fragrant leaves so rudely that ere night They witherd fall so she did the delight Of womanhood and vertue in whose grave Lie more then ere mortality shall have Agen to boast whose glories shall when all Her sexes Legends unapochryphall For truth and beauty in fames book be writ As a large preface fix i th' front of it That when posterity reads the rape has bin Acted by death on this bright Cherubin The virgins may her annuall Obit keep And big with noble emulation weep To understand their fexes richest store Consum'd on her Nature's become too poore To frame her equall beauty or display Such art and wonder in succeeding clay And though this Ladie fell the spoile of fate Who with too rigorous haste did antidate Her day of destiny nothing could be found Cruell enough to give that desperate wound But the false waves who as they meant to inshrine Her whom they took for sea borne Ericine In watry armes officiously did skip With fluent motion from each lip to lip Till being enamourd on her balmy breath Cruell in love they kist her even to death And viewing then no more life to remaine Like Crocodiles they wept ore her they 'd slaine ELIGY II. THe year 's revolv'd and now once more is come The day in which she suffered martyrdome And 'gainst the usuall custome did expire In water holily as those the fire Did sanctifie for heaven who usd to take Delight to runne to the flame-bearing stake Had she like them beene t o've receivd her death Ere the weak fire by the winds pregnant breath Could have beene blown into a flame our eyes Should have preuented tyrant deaths surprise And let fall such a huge contracted teare Able to quench fires element in its spheare This was the day when that same subtle thiefe Fate stole earths comfort hence and cast a griefe Perpetuall as her virtues ore the face o th mourn●ull world which can afford no place For mirth or sport till celebrated be The annuall requiems to Kirks memory Which grows more precious like rich mighty wine By being long kept or reliques in a shrine Preservd as sacred which inviolate hold The Charter of their fame though nere so old Wi●h what a serious griefe doe men relate Losses in their particular Estate The toyling husbandman will many years After rehearse unto his rustick Peers His past misfortue when the Somers heat Did blast his fruit or mildews hop'd for wheat The greedy Merchant if he doe sustaine A losse by shipwrack in the ●lattering maine Sighes at its memory which does still renew His wealth then drownd to his vext fancies view And must wee not lament are we not bound Upon the day when glorious Kirk was drownd When natures sweetest fruit did blasted fall To solemnize with teares her funerall Yes to diffuse a deluge that as shee By water met her pitied destiny That element to expiate its black crime May spend its moisture on her dust till time Dissolve and we translated to the skies Where teares are wip't away from all mens eyes Exalted to her fellowship may be Her blest companions i th' felicity She with the Saints possesses but till then Her losse must be the griefe of all good men FINIS In Covent-Garden at Thorny Abby in the Isle of Ely