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Phyala lachrymarum. Or A few friendly teares, shed over the dead body of Mr Nathaniel Weld Mr of Arts of Emanuel Colledge in Cambridge who in the short journey of his life, died betwene the five and sixe and twentieth yeare of his youth, 1633. Together with sundry choyce meditations of mortalitie.
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Lathum, William.
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dayes sample shew'th Set in their graves in 'th morning of their youth A needfull caution to the younger frie Sith life it selfe is but uncertaintie And death no time prescribes or can it stay But it will come at all how'rs of the day That every one they stand upon their guard Remembring ever that death never spar'd Youth for youths sake But for the practice of his bow will slay All sorts of game that comes within his way Be 't Stagge Buck Hynd Doe Herse Calfe or Phone All 's one to him and he to all is one Whether it out of season be or in Impartially he reaketh not a pin Ah when I heard them sorrowfully say That thou wert dead the very like dismay In every face I did observe mee thought As when in Pharo's Land sad newes was brought That in one instant time and casually One was found slaine in every familie Somuch unhappy tydings one nights scope Can bring to light to strangle all our hope Sith when to day with joy I heard them tell The worst is past and hope thou shouldst doe well The morrow next by breake of day I heare The Passing-bell invite thee to thy Beare And to prepare thy selfe for going hence Which message though with Christian confidence Through strength of highest hope and faith-unfain Didst readily and joyfull entertain So like a full ripe nutt slipt from the shell Thou slip'st away and bad'st us all farewell But well without thee Ah! how can wee fare With whose sweete company we wont repare Our former losse of time which wee mispent In idlenesse or things impertinent Oh my deere WELD whose conversation was So lovely unto mee could sighs alas And true-shed teares the characters of griefe Unto thy sicknesse added have reliefe Had it in power of learned Leach-craft ly'n Or in the miracle of Medicine A noble Art no doubt which can againe New twist the thred of life nigh crackt in twaine Could devout pray'rs of friends have thee repriv'd From death and made thee to be longer liv'd Thou shouldst not now thy Friends and Parents backs Have cloath'd all over thus in mourning blacks Ne all their heavie hearts shouldst now have clad In sable mantle of thoughts dark and sad Ne should my Muse have on thy heavie Herse O heavie Herse attend in sable Verse Ne yet the eyes of my ink-stained quill On my white-cheekt leaves these blacke teares distill How lovely wert thou living unto all All for thou wert not sullen-cynicall Nor of a supercilious-haughtie eye But affable and full of courtesie Well pleas'd with mirth and harmlesse merriment Which but injuriously can ne're be shent How did all hugge thee and embrace for thy ' Thy hardly-sampled selfe and company How joy'd all at thy comming and in heart How sad and sorrowfull at thy depart Yea and now dead how doth each thing retaine Like love to thee and of thee beene as faine When weary thou thy death-bed didst forsake How readie was thy winding-sheet to take Thee in her milke-white armes not satisfi'd Till wholly to her selfe the did thee hide And next thy coffin being very proud At'th second hand t' injoy thee in thy shrowd For love of thee the sheete where thou dost dwell Doth hugge and kisse much like the loving shell That for the almons sake the tender skin Encloseth round where th'almond lyeth in And then the Earth which living lov'd thee so To kisse thy feet where ever thou didst goe With no lesse love doth now embrace thy chest Within her owne deere bosome long to rest Till thou whom shee seemes so in love withall In thine owne dust into her armes dost fall Last when thy soule of thee did take her leave An Angell readily did it receive And in his winged armes did it convey Nimbly to Heaven and still all the way With sacred kisses courted it and sang To it a Requiem sweet whereat it sprang In 's Armes for joy no doubt for very joy That it should now so suddenly enjoy The blessed vision of her Lord who dy'd Ingloriously her glory to provide How can I then but living thee admire Whom ' live and dead both Heaven and Earth desire Farewell deerfriend too soone ripe long to last Happie young man who so long journey hast In so small time dispatcht such hap as this The first heires of the first world long did misse And staid sometimes a thousand yeares well nigh Ere they as thou su'd out their Livery Happy young man and fortunately blest In all and amongst all not blessed least In thy Mecoenas that thrice-noble Lord Who count'nance to thy learning did afford Ne onely did thee hold in great regard But thee with bounteous hand did oft reward And grac'd thy person for thy vertues sake Mote learning-selfe and learned men him make Full great requitall gentle Lord for this And make his fame the golden Starres to kisse And by the power of their mightie Muse The praises eccho lowd of the Great Bruce And honour him who in so deere account Holds the true sonnes of the Syonian Mount Him leaving henceforth standing brave enrowl'd Amongst the Ancient Roman Peeres of old Mecoenas Varus Pollio Patrons all Whose show'rs of bountie downe did daily fall On merit and true worth and men of Art Cherisht and by their goodnesse kept in heart Forsooth the Lord whom I so truly vant All noble vertues in his bosome hant And as himselfe indeed right learned is Which Ah great pittie most great men doe misse So hath hee al 's ' a bounteous heart to prize And tender vertue and good qualities In all in whomsoever they appeare The very essence of a noble Peere Pardon great Lord this poore Parenthesis Which but the skirt of thy just praise doth kisse And which by way of humble thankes I send In name of my late living now dead friend Who living honour'd thee and spake all good Of thee and thine and thy rare bountihood That in his sicknesse didst so oft addresse Thy messengers and golden messages Yea and in person daign'st to visit him Where in he read to him thy great esteeme That had not mortall beene his maladie It much had made to his recoverie The joy and heartie comfort he conceiv'd Of'th gracious words and deeds from thee receiv'd God recompence this love to thee and thine Tenfold which thou to that deere friend of mine Whilst I returne againe to make an end Of this course webbe which I did him intend Which ere I fully finish take by the way Deere NAT this little what I have to say Unmanly 't is I know for men alive With Soule-divorced bodies once to strive Yet well as once I lov'd thee I must have A Contestation with thee in thy Grave Wee see by proofe 't is usuall in our Land For Traders having got into their hand All upon trust from others what they may Oft suddenly to breake and run away For their owne ends not caring to undoe Their Creditors with wives and
living saw him dead who mote have liv'd t' have bidden mee farewell And seene mee gasp my last on my death-bed But so 't pleased him who each mans vitall thread Spins as him list his thread of life to break And mine hath spar'd and longer lengthened The longer though so much more still the weake Ah the weake webbe of mans fraile flesh how soone That long was weaving is 't againe undone But if of all thy friends there be not one Some little monument of carved stone That will thee raise thy name whereon to write And none to thee this duty will acquite Yet I shall joy that I have thought it fit And that I thus to them have mention'd it And were thy friend thy sound-whole-hearted friend As thy good nature wont him oft commend In heart as once hee was and may againe If God to his indeavours say Amen This charge by him should be for thee defraid For in small cost much love may be bewrayd And if prayers lawfull were to any Saint And Saints our prayers could heare and God acquaint With what we want and in necessitie We mote poore men relieved be thereby Thou should'st my Saint of Intercession be And my deare Nat I 'de onely pray to thee For thou amongst the Saints a Saint dost dwell And reap'st the fruit there of here living well Where hope and faith both being at an end Nought thou save charitie hast to intend And Gloria Patri and Te Deum sing And quousque Domine ceasest thou to bring The world to question and the hard constraints And sufferance to avenge of thy deare Saints Thus thou in prayers and praises mixt among Dost spend or rather dost thy time prolong But now thou Muse of all the mournfullest Who at a sad and dolefull tale art best And thou Calliope whose powerfull Muse Can minister and goodly well infuse Meete matter and fit words to any one For fancie and conceit to workeupon For vertues sake assist mee to bewary Sith well I meane what I have here to say And as my Midwives helpe me forth to throw The Infants of my braine wherewith I goe And teach their new-borne tongues however weake Of this your darling worthily to speake Wherein if they so fairly them acquite To say but somewhat that may doe him right 'T will welcome prove their very naming him Will grace and adde enough to their esteeme For never man more worthy is than hee To be remembred both of you and mee Rarely was ever seen bee 't not envi'd Such a combination and so full a tyde In such an under-age of all true vvorth Where nature and Grace consented to set forth A modell to the world of what they can When they intend to frame some speciall man For every purpose and intention fit A most acuminous quick-pregnant wit A cleare fine fancie and a quaint conceit Active and nimble and yet full of weight A piercing present strong capacitie A spacious vast tenacious memorie A minde compos'd of art and industrie A heart affecting unaffectedly To make pure profit of all good mens good And each vainefull of piety as blood I say unaffectedly sith what need hee Whom Nature hath enabled to bee What ere him pleas'd affect the speech the tone The phrase gest or garb of els any one Here Art Learning Knowledge Wisedome Judgement Above his age and strange Intendement With learning and the Learned tongues as well He furnisht was the kernell as the shell Excellent in some scarce yeelding to the best Well seen and rationall in all the rest Yea what himselfe would not I dare him vant In no scientiall knowledge ignorant In so small time how deeply wert thou read And how farre travelled and traversed 〈◊〉 in the bookes of God and Nature fit to teach Both learned and unlearned out of each Loyall and full of faith and faithfulnesse To God and man in all hee did professe Here Bountie and all courteous Amenage Of Generositie the true presage As farre from surquedrous-proud-selfe-conceit Which all great wits doth commonly await As his religion and his faith was free From spot or taint of unsound heresie Here that Sal Gemmae as wee may it call Discretion which doth kindly season all A breast full fraught with cleere integritie And all set off with sweet Humilitie A winning vertue and a speciall grace To usher in a man before Gods face Than which no vertue shines but halfe so bright And without which the weightiest gold is light This added lustre and imbellishment To all his other worth where ere hee went So that as hee by vertue gain'd respect Vertue by him regain'd the like effect Each of them honour'd by each others worth As pearle in gold both sets and is set forth Yea all that man to God and man indeares Were met together in these tender yeeres Scarce the sixt yeare of 's manhood he attain'd When he this masse of vertuous treasures gain'd Where had hee but gone on as hee began And doubled his few yeares Lord what a man And to what excellence would he have growne To the worlds wonder and emulation Much have I heard of thy rich Mines Perue Thy Rubies Diamonds and Saphyrs blew And of that Island-rivers pretious shells Where orient pearle of namelesse value dwells But in one Mine one Shell one Rocke or Shore Some of all these were never found before Gardens and orchards infinite there are With all sorts of fruits and flowers rare But all at once growne on one stalke and tree I never saw till now deere NAT in thee Ah my deere Lord pardon this fault of mine If not considering well this deed of thine I too too foolish fondly have repin'd And in the heate of griefe have spoke my minde Thus sawcely Farre better a great deale Ne're to the world this jewell to reveale Than showne a while to put it up againe I' th case unseene for ever to remaine But 't was thy will and thus I answer must My discontent sith certes 't is but just That hee who makes the jewell may dispose Thereof at pleasure lest it else mote lose In this unbeveld age when 't is so hard For vertue-selfe from taint her selfe to guard Any those Diamonds and Pearls of Grace Which round about his Gemme he did enchase Unfained friend Oh how unfainedly Do I lament when I say thou didst die Why mote not I whose life is of no use Thy too too hastie death by death excuse The Sunne to set at night is naturall But if at noone to set it should befall It would the world with wonder deep dismay But should it set in 'th nonage of the day The course of nature all sorts would crye out Confounded is and quite turn'd round about And is 't not thus the very same in men When we see fouresocore fiftie threescore yeares and ten Climbe back as 't were the westerne hill againe As if the South point of their life to gaine Whilst younglings such as this