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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A96944	Characters and elegies. By Francis VVortley, Knight and Baronet.	Wortley, Francis, Sir, 1591-1652.	1646 (1646)	Wing W3634; Thomason E344_21; ESTC R200973	32,406	78

her As for her dresse she had rather owne any infirmitie either in colour shape or feature then cover them with an undecent much lesse an immodest attire though her judgement even in this be like the royall stamp to bullion which gives it reputation and denomination and makes it currant so doth her approbation any fashion In a word she is honoured of those she reverences and reverenc'd by those she loves she had rather know her self truly wise then be thought so yet would not onely be vertuous but be esteemed so she knows there may be envie in the first without cause and dishonour in the other without reason Come Ladies you at deare rates buy The French wash and Italian dye All you who paint they say will trade Here is true beautie will not fade Looke well into this right Court glasse And learne by it your selves to dresse AN ELEGIE Vpon the Right Honourable The Earle of LINDSEY 1. GReat Lindsey's falne yet did not fall by chance For Sparrowes fall not but by Providence What are our sinnes when such as Lindsey fall One who so often had been Generall One nere deceiv'd our hopes by Sea or Land And had been now as glorious in Command Had our Reserve of Horse as bravely stood To their great Charge as Lindsey made it good But they pursue the chase therefore we may And justly too say they lost us the day Sure their Commission was not left so large That a Reserve without Command should Charge For a Reserve for safe Retreat should stand And should not stir without expresse Command Their Zeale to honour and the Kings just Cause Might make brave men forget strict Martiall Lawes So Lindsey fell as when the Phenix lyes In her rich Urne another doth arise Even from her ashes So from Lindsey's grave Another Phenix we or Lindsey have A gallant man and of most noble parts As great a Master of his trade as hearts But the old Phenix in his Martiall heat Did great Gustavus past his Cannon beat With reverence yet old Christian speaks his name Then boasts from Danish blood the English came Wee must acknowledge and confesse t is true The Normans their discent from Rollo drew And Rollo was a Dane by birth yet wee Thought Lindsey mongst the Danes as brave as he And we beleeve that our young Lindsey rather Improves his stocke then borrowes from his Father Hic jacet Robertus Bartu Baro Willoughby Dominus de Ersby Comes de Snidsey Magnus Angliae Camerarius apud Edghill Serenissimi Regis Caroli {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} A turmis Equitū in regis presidiū relictus in prelio vulneratus etiam ad mortem sed non sine Victoria cecidit An Elegy upon the right Honourable the Earle of Northampton I Must acknowledge now I love thee more When thou art not then ere I did before The love wherewith I living loved thee Is changd to honour of thy memory As rarifi'd ayre turns to the purest fire So what I lately lov'd I now admire Many professe they for the King would die Thou for his sake didst offered life deny Thou wouldst not beg but Martyrdom command They offered what thou wouldst not understand There 's not a hayre which from thy head was torn And in despite to Loyalty was worn In Triumph not a wound to thee was given But they are in the black Records of Heaven And when the Grand Inquest for blood shall come They must strike Tallies for thy Martyrdom How many Scotch Bawbies cast in account Would to the Talents David left amount For if wee reckon wee cannot go lesse Then this proportion this they must confesse They noble loyall blood I dare be bold Compar'd with theirs will this proportion hold What disadvantage hath our Cause since we Become such loosers by a Victory Hic jacet Spencer Dominus Compton Comes Northamptontae progenie nobilis Conjugio foelix filiis utrisque dignus qui sanguineo regi fidelitatem martyrio obsignivit Nec magno Gustavo dissimilis victor in praelio juxta Stafford per infortunium cecidit Anno salutis 1644. An Elegy upon the right Honourable the Earle of Kingston KIngston thy losse was Epidemicall It was indeed a generall losse to all I will not name thy Ladies interest Childrens nor servants theirs were farre the least Though I dare say thus much for all the three Th 'ave lost as much as in a friend could be No better husband liv'd nor kinder father Nor nobler master joyning these together I speak the losse but as it did relate To God his Church the King and to the State For his Religion it was pure and sound And no man better understood his ground A Protestant he liv'd a Martyr dy'd Professing truth his truth by death was try'd This I dare say the King had none more able Nor really loyall at his Councell Table Of brave resolves and of a publick spirit Who knew him best knew he conceald his merit Discreet he was and providently wise Kinde to his friends and faithfull in advise No man his Countrey better understood Nor was more apt to do it reall good Though he was rich I dare pronounce him just No man was more religious in his trust Nor better understood this kingdomes Lawes Yet he with noble blood durst seal the Cause Nor would great Kingston in the Cause have dyed Had he not been in Conscience satisfyed As well as Law These two hee durst not sever Since God in this Cause joynd them both together Hic jacet Robertus Comes de Kingston ortu nobilis conjugio nobilior sed prole nobilissimus {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} An Elegy upon the right Honourable the Earle of Carnarvan HEre lies the highest Fancy of our Times Who Lucian like could sharply scourge our crimes Whose wit Mercuriall was high and sublime So near ceration ' ●wanted only time For he had all our Artists could require To m●ke th' Elixar matter art and fire All three sublimed to as great a heigth As Art and Nature could and all set right Thus near perfection brave Carnarvan fell Who left behinde him scarce a paralell If men shall rise in judgement then I fear This loyall Lord shall condemn many a Peere Who more obliged to the King then he Have scarce returnd or thanks or loyalty Hic jacet Comes de Carnarvan Baro Dormar Mercurio magnus sed Marti major qui vitam hanc in Regis causa cum armis deposuit vulnere sed nobili ictus heu cecidit invictus An Elegy for the Princely Brothers of the Illustrious Duke of Lenox STay passer by and fix thine eye Oh see who here Intomb'd doth lye Three Brethren of Illustrious birth Loyall as ever breathed on earth Stuarts and of the Noblest blood But more because they made it good I dare pronounce their deaths as loyall As was their births and actions Royall Mistake mee not it is their dust Not they

Hutton Miles praenobilis Iustissimique patris ejusdem nominis filius togatus Prior ban● obiit senectute famâ foelix patriae charus in pace Marti dicatus alter Regi fidelis apud praelium juxta Sherburne in patria propria nec minus patriae quam Regi charus in Regis causa Bello heu sed civili cecidit Upon the truly noble and valiant Sir Bevell Greenfield Knight I Lov'd thee dearly Brother I confesse And shall I now begin to love thee lesse Thy death was truly noble as thy blood Had not this beene so that had made it good Thy Grandsire had a Noble Spanish grave And to thy name a stock of Honour gave Were our Chronology lost Spaine for her glory Will in her Annals write thy Grandsires story We must confesse a Gallant man we lost But let Spaine speak how deare the victory cost I' have heard the Donnes themselves confesse it here They scarce would buy a Navie now so deare Neptunes in 's bounds near saw a bloodier fight He never fear'd so much to loose his right The Proverb was made true the Sea then burn'd And all the Elements to fire were turn'd The fearefull fishes fled into the deep The unweeldy Whale then an even course could keep With the swift Dolphin they could not endure That horid fight nor think themselves secure Neptunes Sea-mantle was turn'd Scarlet then Stain'd with the precious blood of dying men This was thy Gransire yet we understand Thy Noble death as glorious was by land For thou hast added to thy Grandsires blood And made that better which before was good Hic jacet Dominus Benellus Greenfield miles sanguine clarus Deo Regi fidus ad aras Amicis patriae charus Devoniae gloria perpetuà dignus historiâ An Elegy upon the Honourable his noble friend and Countreyman Sir William Evers BRave Evers men were borne to die we know How happy wert thou then who couldst die so That when thou didst this troublesome life lay down Thou could'st exchange thy Helmet for a Crown And with the ' xchange couldst so enrich thy blood To make that better was before so good Thy blood was noble that we knew before But all men must confesse that now 't is more Thy loyall death being added makes it mount As figures enrich cyphers in accompt If heavenly souls knew ought of earthly blisse Thy happy soule would then rejoyce in this Few who are now with thee in heaven above Have left behind a greater stock of Iove Yet you in stock of loyall honour were Thought to be richer then in that by farre What would a soule have more then he'vens joyes there And such a stock of love and honour here When such a life shall such a death precede We need no prayers nor offerings for the dead Hic jacet Gulielmus Evers Vitâ sanguine fidelitate clarus qui Equitum turmacum praefectus apud Hessam juxta Eborarum in Regis causa cecidit sic Martyrii Corona meruit aureola sed certius à nobis aeterna meruit memoria A remembrance dedicated to his noble friends and Allies Sir Thomas Metham and Sir William Wentworth who were slaine at Marston Moore neare York SInce you two durst so bravely die together My Muse dares not presume such friends to sever I am no stranger to the noble blood Ranne in your vaines I know few have so good Yet you have gone the Chymists subtile way And have by death improv'd your blood wee say Chymists the noblest vegetives destroy Before they can their quintessence enjoy Your bloods you two have quintessenced now We to your memories reverence must allow You have with honour both your lives laid down And shall be stiled Martyrs for the Crown And in your Graves you shall that honour have Which glorious Martyrs merit in the grave An Elegy upon the truly noble and valiant Sir John Smith HEe who a Romane Citizen could save From being made prisoner was by Law to have A Civick Crown which he might justly beare As a distinction and at Triumphs weare So thankfull was wise Rome in her reward And to her Citizens had such regard What Honour then what value and esteeme Was due to him the Eagles could redeeme Our Royall Standard at Edgehill was lost At least engag'd so that much blood it cost Yet this brave man made him who got it know What duty Subjects to that Standard owe Have you e're seen a chafed Lyon stand With Hunters vext and gall'd on every hand Whilst all the Hunters various wayes contrive To take this Lyon if they can alive So gall'd so vext our noble Champion stood The English earth dy'd with rebellious blood Whilst none within the Lists presumes to enter Least he should pay too deare for his adventure At last resolv'd he cuts himselfe a way Not through meane Troops but Regiments they say Then straight he doth this welcome present bring This new redeemed Prisoner to the King The King doth both himselfe and service right He with that sword had serv'd him made him Knight Would this were written in the hearts of Kings Both Peace and Warre are manag'd by two things 'T is Punishment and just Rewards that are The Weights and Ballance both of Peace and Warre From Noble Houses he and Loyall came Marcham he was by blood and Smith by Name But he made better what before was good I meane his Loyall name and Noble blood Hic jacet Dominus Johannes Smith sanguine satis nobili natus qui Regis insignia etiam capta Regi sed non sine Caede restituit fidelis in bello heu civili dolo cecidit circumventus An Elegy for Sir Henry Spilmam Knight VVHilst thou yet livedst Spilman I honoured thee I reverence now thy sacred memory Ther 's none I know hath written heretofore Who hath oblig'd this Church and Kingdome more Thou hast deriv'd nay prov'd our Church as high As Rome can boast and giv'n her pride the lie Thou hast the series of her story shown So hast o're us her Hirarchy o'rethrown I read thy books and I admire thy soule Thy daring soule that durst proud Rome controule Thou with their own Authorities dost prove That which they would but never shall remove Thou prov'dst that Gregories Monke found Bishops here Durst check his pride who after Martyrs were Who held the rites and customes of the Fast Which Polycarpus durst approve the best Who twice to Rome as an Officiall came To fix that feast which now we must not name Thou 'st prov'd our Church as glorious as Romes For Doctrine Discipline and Martyrdomes Thou 'st prov'd to us the mighty power of Kings In calling councells even in spirituall things And temporall rights the Churches pedigree Her frequent councels even in Brittany As a choyce piece of evidence a story Which we may stile great Brittaines chiefest glory The Brittish Church our Kings owe this to thee Shall we not reverence then thy memory Had'st