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A01048
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Fames memoriall, or The Earle of Deuonshire deceased with his honourable life, peacefull end, and solemne funerall.
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Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640.
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1606
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STC 11158; ESTC S105633
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eyes Vpon thy coffins hearse and euery word Which sorow shold out-sigh or grief implies I could resolue two drops of sacrifice And spend them on the euer gaping womb Of the vnseason'd earth thy sacred tombe The sweetest cygnet of thy comforts heauen Thy lifes last paradise thy hearts first loue Could not bemoan the losse of thee bereuen With more sweet-piercing plaints then I haue stroue To volly my discomforts yet approue Deer creature thy to deerly bought distresse By vulgar censures base vnhappinesse But ah be still thy selfe let not defame Of the rude Chaos aggrauate thy woes The multitudes blind slander is no shame Rusticity his ioy by malice knowes The better best in iudging better showes Let grosse vnciuill hinds reguardlesse sleepe Remember thou thy losse remembring weepe So mayst thou knightly youth who wert his friend Companion to his chamber and his bed His lou 's much largesse did to thee extend And made the rumor of thy name be spred Euē to thy natiue West wher thou wert bred Ah do not him forget who honourd thee With perfect rites of mutuall amitie Nor canst thou stop the floodgates of thine eyes Great Peer of worth and state who grieu'd thy thrall For Peerlesse Essex strife who sought to rise In vertuous honour which procur'd thy fall Deuonshire bewayld thy dangers bitter gate Then in requitall of much more then this Sigh thou for him still loue and cherish his As much graue patron of sage wisedoms lore Mayst thou lament thy friendes vntimely race Who euer fauour'd thee cause thou hast bore Whiles he was Ireland's viceroy thy great place Of treasurer in most respected grace His death deserues thy teares to solemnize His ceremonious funerall obsequies Ye safe secured fathers of wise peace Iust senators and magistrates in aw Wealthy home-breaders which ingrosse your ease Ye learned legists of contentious law Ye rulers all who him victorious saw Feare ye like strokes as him of life depriues He was a brazen wall to guard your liues Double toung-oyled courtiers whose neat phrases Do modell foorth your wittes maturity In honied speeches and sick-thoughted graces Cloking your soules in sins obscurity Yet fan your lightnesse in security Weep on his reuerent coarse for such as he Now is not as he was your selues shall be But ô forsaken souldiers ye haue lost The Atlas of your hopes your staffe your stay The staffe and stay of your ambitious boast Who guerdon'd you with seruices due pray On him the burthen of your treasure lay Reason commands your sorow for whose sake Himselfe all toile of paines would vndertake Like Mars in arms triumphant ye haue seene This warlike champion whose vndanted mind Was neuer yet appall'd but still hath been Steeled against the worst nor hath declin'd To dull distrust but euermore enshrind In goodly views of horror ready prest To purchase glory by his hands vnrest Witnesse ye wars of Belgia who tell Of his eternall fame heroique spirit Incomparable height which did excell The common height of common stomacks merit He lineally did thirst of worth inherit A chronicle of lasting memory A president of matchlesse souldery Let euery priuate action of desert Be theames for other pen's to labour in My quill shall onely knowne reports insert Who publicke credence and belief may win Not to be taxt with fictions Ideots sin Time cannot wrong nor enuy shall not wound The lawfull right of his due praises sound O who will lend me som deep-mouing stile Or add vnto my bluntnesse quick conceit What gentle goddesse wil vouchsafe a smile To mine vnpolisht muse what tempting bait Of formall grace vpon my lynes will wayte What power diuine of some more angell woman Will make me thinke my verses more then cōmon Flint-hearted Lycia may with mild aspect Cast vp the sigh of some fore-matched skorn And in the mixture of disdayns neglect My death-bewayling scope of griefe adorne Reuiuing dulnesse of a wit forlorne Amongst the fansies of hir riuall louer Some groane with this deere nobles funerall couer No beauty full of change forbeare thy care An Angell more celestiall payes hir vowes Vpon her lord deceasd who did not spare To gratifie the frontyres of hir brows With as much pleasure as content allowes Thou Lady on my lines cast fauors glory Whiles I inscribe great Mountioys Irish story When fickle chance and deaths blindfold decree From the tribunall seat of awfull state Had hurried downe in black calamity Renowned Deuoreux whose aukward fate Was misconceited by fowle enuies hate Back was he cal'd from Ireland to come home And noble Mountioy must supply his roome Looke how two heart-vnited brothers part The one to slaughter th' other to distrust Yet sorowing each with other pawns his hart As being loath to goe yet go they must Either to horror and a death vniust So Essex parts with Mountioy ether mourning The losse of others sight as nere returning So Mountioy parts with Essex and now flies Vpon the wings of griefes to tents of terror Or els to vaunt his name aboue the skies Or leaue his liuelesse carkasse as a mirror Of monumented feare to friends of error Vowing reuenge should on that land extend Which wrought the downfal of his worthiest friend Vnblessed soyle quoth he rebellious nation Which hast with trechery sent troups to death Butcher of valiant bloods earths reprobation Heauens curse and natures monster drawing breath By others wracks as triall witnesseth Since by the meanes of thee my friend hath dy'd Mine arme shall scourge the loosenesse of thy pride Incenc'st with rage and treble-girt with force Of Iustice force and valour on he goes With sword and fire voyd of a smooth remorse He greets the strength of his half-conquered foes And on them yoakes of bondage doth impose or all must yeeld to mercy or els flie Yet flying all must fight and fighting die But ô far be it from the height of fame To triumph on submission he would not Not tyrant-like in bloodshed boast agayne He hated it as to his worth a blot By lenitie more honour hath he got He was as by his fauorites appear'd More fear'd then lou'd yet much more lou'd thē feard Destruction to the stiffneck't rebells stoute Stout in their headlong miseries was bent Ruine vnto the false inconstant route But fauour to the willing still he meant A perfect noble mind 's trew document A rule infallible experience bred To striue for conquest spare the conquered What myriades of hosts could not constraine He by his courteous mildnesse brought to passe What all deuoyr of mercie could not traine By his victorious power enforced was Both words of milk and thunderbolts of brasse Attended on the pleasure of his nod They deemd him for a humane demy-god And thou Tyrone the idole most adored Amongst the superstitious mutiners Whose deepe ambitious reach was still implored To raise more millions of treacherers Of homicidiall cruell slaughterers Euen thou thy selfe when any traitor spake of Mountioy at that very name