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A03455	Hollandi posthuma A funerall elegie of King Iames: With a congratulatory salve to King Charles. An elegie of the magnanimous Henry Earle of Oxford. A description of the late great, fearefull and prodigious plague: and divers other patheticall poemes, elegies, and other lines, on divers subiectes. The post-humes of Abraham Holland, sometimes of Trinity-Colledge in Cambridge. The authors epitaph, made by himselfe.	Holland, Abraham, d. 1626.	1626 (1626)	STC 13579; ESTC S114142	46,929	184

bee so faint-hearted to feare a thing so common and certaine Was euer poore Labourer sorie after his painefull dayes worke to repose himselfe in sleepe Shall wee then ouerlaboured by a toilesome life grudge to goe to our sweet long and Care-ending sleepe Shall wee desire still to bee in our Nonage and not like heires of Eternity receiue our euerlasting Inheritance Our life is a Banishment from the heauenly Ierusalem shall wee bee grieued by Death to returne from Exile Why feare wee Death which is but the Funerall of our Vices the resurrection of our Graces and the day wherein God payes us our wages Life is neuer sweet to them that feare Death neither can he feare any Enemy that feares not death Did some of the Heathen but reading an uncertaine Discourse of Life hereafter seeke their owne Death to come unto it and shall wee certaine that there is a Life hereafter full of unspeakeable felicitie bee affraid of the way which GOD hath ordained as a passage to it Death is our yeare of Iubile and shall wee not reioyce in it Let euery one then O Lord who desires to bee free'd from sinning and offending thee cry out with PAVL I desire to bee dissolved and to bee with CHRIST A PRAYER Made and vsed with Companie in the aforesaid Visitation O Eternall GOD to whom by Creation wee owe our Beeing from nothing by Sanctification of thy holy Spirit a better beeing from worse than nothing by Redemption and Adoption a joynt Inheritance and Brother-hood with the King of Glory IESVS CHRIST by whom wee are bold to call thee Father neither art thou ashamed to acknowledge us Sonnes For all thy benefits O Lord wee giue thee most humble thankes in that it hath pleased thee to preserue us to this time from the dangers of Hell and Death but especially O good Lord that thou hast giuen us a sence and feeling of our owne sinnes and misery so that wee may call for Mercy before wee goe into the Graue and bee seene no more Wee most humbly and upon the Knees of our soules doe thanke thee O Lord that in this thy great Visitation this great Assizes of thine this fearefull Plague wherein the Graue hath swallowed up so many thousands that it hath pleased thee to command thy raging Minister the Destroying Angell but gently to touch us with an Arrow that was not pointed with Death as if hee had sayd to us Goe away Sinne no more lest a worse thing fall upon you Wee confesse O Lord that our sinnes deserued equally yea more than theirs whom thou hast taken away and yet O Lord wee still remaine to praise thy Name in the land of the Living Which if thou doest continue O Lord thou hast ingaged us to a sodaine and speedy newnesse of life with true Contrition for our former most haynous sinnes and a living in Holinesse and Righteousnesse all the dayes of our life But if so bee this bee but a gleame of thy mercy to trie our Faith and Constancy and that thou hast ordained at this time to make an end of our liues most wretched Pilgrimage thy will bee done O Lord. But ô speake Peace unto our Soules that they need not tremble at this great Seperation O Lord wee know Death is but a shadow and the feare of it more terrible than it selfe Let neither the ouglinesse of it nor of our sinnes distract our mindes when they haue most need to bee busie in obtaining thy grant of a better life Blot out all our offences O Lord and the manifold sinnes of our youths make them O Lord though they bee red as Scarlet yet as White as the wooll of thy immaculate Lambe CHRIST IESVS Wash them O Lord in his Blood and by his wounds let us bee healed from the stinking sores and ulcers of putrified and festred Sinne So that O Lord we may smile at Death and embrace the very terrour of it Repell O Lord the Divell and all his ministers who in these times of affliction are most ready to lay before our weake soules a large Catalogue and bill of our most haynous offences telling us that thou art a just GOD and wilt not heare the prayers of such great offenders but O Lord there is Mercy with thee that thou mayest bee feared yea that thou mayest bee loued Grant O Lord that though wee be euen swallowed vp of death and desperation yet wee may lay hold upon the precious Merits of thy deare Sonne and our loving Saviour so that either in life or death wee may crie with a true Faith and Comfort Come Lord IESVS come quickly To whom with thee the Father and the Holy Ghost bee all honour and glory now and ever AMEN A Vale to his best Part. DId not Religion controll I would say Farewell my Soule But so much as may depart Farewell I say my soule and heart Since from thee I 'me forc'd to flie I 'le enter no meane Heresie But will thinke it may agree A Body without Soule that 's thee Thou hast my soule and so behau'd I am in hope it may bee sau'd My heart 's in thee or mee or both And yet if seperate I am loth Thou hast not all know for thy part I am a niggard of my heart Farewell I say and though 't is paine To say this word Farewell againe Farewell yea so that thou may'st liue A thousand Vales I will giue That this Vale true appeare Take a Farewell and a Teare From thy A. H. Abraham Holland Hauing made many EPITAPHS for others made this Epitaph for himselfe and on his Death bed dictated it to his Brother H. H. PAssenger that wilt bestow So much time to read this know Here 's one a lasting sleepe doth take Till Christs Trumpet bid him wake This is that Gole whereto the man That lyeth here interred ran This the Race-end to which at most Jt can be said that hee rode Post. Let Him sleepe quiet and doe Thou Leaue Sinne not by and by but now Delay not houres which swiftly glide As a full Torrent or quicke Tide Knowing thus much good Christiā passe But with this Thought I am He was Denatus 18. Februarij 1625. Vnto these Post-humes is added NAVMACHJA OR A POETICALL DESCRIPTION OF the cruell and bloudie Sea-fight or Battaile of LEPANTO Most memorable BY ABRAHAM HOLLAND Revised by the Author and now againe Published Printed for HEN HOLLAND M.DC.XXVI TO THE READER that asketh what when and where was this Battaile of LEPANTO IN the yeare of CHRIST IESVS 1571. His open Arch-Enemie the Great Turke having had many Victories by Land in sundry Nations as well in subduing whole Countries as in taking many strong Cities and Castles from the Christians which confined neere his Territories enforcing the Christians either to renounce their holy Faith or to endure unspeakeable Slavery themselues their Wiues and Children beeing daily bought and solde in open Markets like Horses Oxen and Asses The Turke by this time had Conquered many

sorrow and our sin Which tooke him hence for had he stay'd till then When there should be no memorie left of men H 'had bin a Choice of heaven and surpass't The Annalls and the Chronicles which vast Vncertaine times have made doe not surmize That I herein am set t'Hyperbolize A strict Historian of the time that say's Lesse shall be held Detractour of his Praise Yea future judgements when they shall compare Him with the rest shall call those writers spare Who made him not a Patterne as the blinde Old HOMER did ACHILLES of his Kinde Alas 't was nothing in the ancient time For Noble men to raise their names and clime By hauty acts unto the top of Fame When as obeysance to their Prince did claime And their owne Interests that they should show Not more what they adventur'd than did owe When each day almost new invasions when Civill disturbance did compell the men To a forc'd valour In those times to have A TALBOT ESSEX or a DRAKE did save The Countrie but from damage but that now When the now-Sainted IAMES had made a VOW To blesse himselfe and us by making Peace That not all Spirit and all MARS should cease But such a flame from those still ashes rise Did saue the Land from guilt of Cowardize Since OXFORD was a Youth BELLONA ne're Breath'd her allarmes in this our Hemisphere But he pursu'd them with a Noble fire To fame his Countrie and his owne desire Grounded on that Great Venice and the Fates Though lucklesse of Bohemia with the States Now fatall to him and th'attempted Seas Shall be his true though Posthumes witnesses He sought no new-made Honours in the Tide Of favour but was borne the same he di'de Nor came he to the Elysium with shame That the old VERES did blush to heare his Name Brighter than theirs where his deserts to grace His Grand-fathers rose up and gave him place And set him with the Heroës where the Quire Of ayrie Worthies rise up and admire The stately Shade those Brittish Ghosts which long Agoe were number'd in th' Elysian throng Ioy to behold him SYDNEY threw his Bayes On OXFORDS head and daign'd to sing his praise While Fame with silver Trumpet did keepe time With his high Voice and answered his rime The soft inticements of the Court the smiles Of Glorious Princes the bewitching wiles Of softer Ladies and the Golden State That in such places doth on Greatnesse waite And all the shadie happinesse which seemes To attend Kings and follow Diadems Were Boy-games to his minde to see a Maske And sit it out he held a greater taske Than to endure a Siege to wake all Night In his cold armour still expecting fight And the drad On-set the sad face of feare And the pale silence of an Army were His best Delights among the common rout Of his rough Souldiers to sit hardnesse out Were his most pleasing Delicates to him A Batter'd Helmet was a Diadem And wounds his Brauerie Knowing that Fame And faire Eternitie could neuer claime Their Meeds without such Hazards but alas That wee must say such a Man OXFORD was A Hatefull Syllable which doth implie Valour can be extinct and Vertue die O wer 't not Profanation I now Could turne a stiffe Pythagorist and allow A reall Metempsychosis if so The Soule of OXFORD might divided flow On much Nobilitie and yet my sect Should honour finde from hence they no Defect This was the yeare of Iubile in Rome No meruaile 't was of griefe with us at home England hath bin Romes Sacrifice the whiles Our Teares and Funerals haue bred their Smiles A company of sacred Soules before Him left Mortalitie as if the skore Of Fate were quickly to be payd but when He left us wretches to continue men While hee himselfe did to a Crowne attaine The whole Quire seem'd in him to die againe As if h' had bin th' Epitome and Briefe Of all their Vertues and of all our griefe But Fate did act this last and greatest theft To see if wee had any Sorrow left As if those loued Soules which went before Had spent our teares and left our Eyes no more Alas now pities us and bids us sleepe Seeing when Eyes are done our hearts can weepe Two Epitaphs vpon the same Noble Earle EPITAPH 1. PAssenger that needs wilt know Who lyeth here First let mee craue That thou thy Pietie to show Let fall a teare Vpon the Graue 'T is Oxford whom when thou shalt finde Entoomb'd below Who late did liue Thou thy selfe shalt call vnkinde To haue bin so Jnquisitiue EPITAPH 2. TO say that OXFORD here or there Doth lye confines a place To his vnbounded Fame That Body which you balme and seare That Image you doe grace Js but his Shade his Name What place of Heauen hath his Soule And his diviner parts To mortals is vnknowne This wee may say without controll Jn all true English hearts His Toombe is made though they bee made of Stone FINIS A L'envoy to my endeared Friends Mr. R.T. Mr. W.H. Mr. T.C. and others being in the Countrey Seruing for an Introduction to the Description of the Plague DOe you not wonder that in this sad time I still haue leysure to compose a rime When as a Christian care forbids me now The helpe of Poetrie that my hot brow Should sweate with actiue Wine or that my heart Should be so free from passion to vse Art Vnto my wilde expressions The mirth That entertaines a Muse and giues a Birth To happy lines is farre more fit for you Who in your Countries happinesse doe view Our slaughters from a farre as men in sight That stand remote spectators of a Fight Yet I would haue both you and all suppose Sorrow can speake as well in verse as prose In this great Yeare of Elegies indeed Not with that life that flame and actiue speed As when Securitie did bid me play With the smooth tresses of Asteria And wander in her eyes alas that theame Is quell'd in griefe and drowned in the Streame Of the times sorrow those Heroïck layes That were begun haue throwne away their bayes And cloth'd themselues in Cypresse and my brow Expects a Night-cap more than Lawrell now Sirs you perhaps are chasing o're the Fields The Hare the Deere or what the season yeelds Doe Imp your Falcons wings making it flie A suttle ambusher about the Skie We are the Prey of Death and each night stay The call of Fate untill the Morning say We may draw forth a Noone and so at Night Lie downe againe not sure of other light Till the great Resurrection for may bee Death hath his Writ this Night to serue on mee Doe you inquire whether wee be affraid Of Death or no which so soone doth inuade So surely Kill I answer no that man That liueth now and view's the storme and can Still be affraid of Death I must surmize A Renegade or full of Cowardize No Penitent can feare and hee that

Ilands and Cities bordering upon the Sea by meanes whereof hee was greatly enriched and strengthened with Gallies and other maine Forces And in this yeare 1571. knowing a Division amongst divers Christian Princes as well for matters of Religion as for affaires of State Vpon hope of which advantage hee assembled and furnished a mightie Armie of Gallies presuming thereby to become Soveraigne of the Sea and Lord of the Land at one instant But such was the great Mercy of Almightie GOD that he stirred up the hearts of many Christian Princes the Queene of Englands ayde beeing not wanting who conjoyned together and furnished a very strong defensible Navie of Ships Gallies and Galliasses And encountred with the Turkes at Lepanto which lyeth in part of Albania in Turkie And at the time of Battaile the Winde changed on the Turkes side and came on the backe of the Christian Navie and carried the smoke of all their Shot upon the Turkes Gallies Foists and Brigandines so as they could not well see how to defend themselues or offend their Enemies which the Christians well observing with all religious Resolution right brauely gaue Charge and chase upon the Miscreants and sunke and tooke of Turkish Gallies full Two hundred and thirtie and at that Fight slew aboue Thirtie thousand Mahometists besides a great number of Prisoners taken by the Christians and aboue Twelue thousand redeemed by force from Turkish-slauerie In this blessed Victorie the Christians lost not aboue seven or eight Gallies nor of them aboue Eight thousand persons slaine This Overthrow to CHRISTS Enemies was done the Sixt day of October 1571. And the Ninth of November following amongst other Christian Princes the Newes being brought over land to Queene ELIZABETH of ever blessed and immortall memory Shee commanded the Citizens of London to giue Almightie GOD humble and heartie thankes Her Sacred selfe performing the same The Londoners also made Bonfires and showed other pleasant signes of rejoycing Now followeth the Patheticall-poeticall Description of the same Vale. H. H. NAVMACHIA Or the Poeticall Description of a Bloody Sea-fight AS the Sun once lift vp his burning Lampe On top of hils and fiery steeds gan stampe Along the blew-floor'd skie the Charriotier Made his firce horses run a full Carreir He whipt 'em on so that their blood there shed Made the cleare Balcon of the East looke red He posted on as if he meant not stay To make a Summer but a winters day Or as if he had wager'd that his teame Sooner than wont should souze in western streame The steeds themselues with speed vnvsuall flie As frighted at this sea-bred Prodigie There came along cutting deepe Neptunes brow A misty masse to call 't I know nor how Whether a running Towne or wauing Wood Or moouing Delos tumbling on the Flood Which seene a farre scud on the watry way Prodigious Affrick seemd or Asia Who getting Neptunes Pas-port came to see Their Sister Europe in her brauery At whose approch the curled billowes rore And as it comes fearefully roll before Th' oppressed tower-like Whales lie bellowing vnder That Neptune seemes t' vsurpe his brothers thunder The silent Fish presaging future bloud Against their kind run frighted into th' mud And had they wings would from the Sea haue broken And but for churlish nature would haue spoken To manifest their feare yet what they might They fled apace to shun the dreadfull sight And flying from the Sea in trembling shiuers With their thicke sholes pester'd the lesser riuers The Oceans King feeling such weight on 's backe With leaning on his Trident made it cracke Had it not been immooveable they say The earth this time would faine haue fled away Th' amazed shore as the fleet neere sounds Almost forgot to keep 's ordained bounds The earth and shore so trembling you 'd ha sayd Feare not inclosed winds this Earth-quake made Fame with her feet on earth and head i' th' spheares With wings plum'd full of wonderment and feares Flies ore the land and forth her rumours blazes And with increasing dire reports amazes The stoutest courages still as she goes Sh'augments the power and valour of the foes Tel's of strange engines instruments and whips Framed to act their cruelty and ships Prodigious bigge vizards and murthering Kniues Butcherly malls for slaughter Halters Giues And all the men like Giants Thus she flies Increasing still the Terrour and with lies Makes a true feare and ere it was well spide She sweares the fleet in such a place did ride And all the men were landed such a towne Was battered and such a castle downe Another Citty without doubt was ta'ne And at the winning of it more men slaine Then it contain'd Thus monstrous Fame doth range her And maketh feare more fearefull then the danger And thus as Fame her flying terrour doubles Each diuers state is wract with diuers troubles Great men doe feare that they here-by shall fall Which the poore man doth hope to rise withall The peaceable do hereby feare annoyment The needy Ding-thrift hereby hopes imployment The Coward this way feareth he shall die The valiant looke for immortality The louing Wife doth feare her Husbands life And he as much is troubled for his Wife Stout old men wish that they were young againe Base young men wish that they in age were ta'ne Women for feare weepe out their tender eyes Dumbe Infants almost answer to their cryes In all the disagreement which is here They all agree in this that all doe feare The Beacons now were fir'd as if the flame Euen here a contrarity did claime Against the water whose prodigious light Men feard on land as in a stormy night The Sailers feare Orion which but seene Pronounces vnto Mariners the teene Of angry clouds And now those noble Spirits Whose onely ayme is by their haughty merits To out-liue fate and for their Countries good Thinke it a glory to powre forth their blood Meete all together as deuote to giue Their owne liues that their Countrymen may liue Thus in all ages and we still may trie Of life the worthi'st readiest are to die Who hasting to their ships in speed begin To shew the aduerse party should not win Without resistance shewing there were made Men as well to defend as to invade Our Admirall breath 's forth a stout All-arme The aduerse fleet Ecchoed rebounding Arme. As when by sound of hollow brasse or tin The scatterd bees buzzing with murmurous din Throng in one heape to some well-branched tree Leauing their sweet and harmelesse the every And so by craft betray'd are in a trice Captiu'd all in their narrow Edifice Thus at their Captaines voice the vulgar sort To their assigned stations resort With quicke confused hast the tumult 's led And speed by too much speed is hindered All to their charge with trembling boldnes run With quaking hand one charges first his Gun Another girds his threatning sword on 's side Some clasps their steelie Helmets sheilds are tied On trembling armes