A TREATISE OF Patience in Tribulation First Preached before the Right Honourable the Countesse of Southampton in her great heauines for the death of her most worthy Husband and Sonne afterward inlarged for the helpe of all that are any way afflicted crossed or troubled By WILLIAM IONES B. of D. and P. of Arraton in the Isle of Wight Psal. 126. 5. They that sowe in teares shall reape in ioy Herevnto are ioyned the Teares of the Isle of Wight shed on the Tombe of their most Noble Captaine HENRIE Earle of Southampton and the Lord Wriothesly his Sonne The Tombe and Epitaph HENRYE IAMES WRIOTHESLEY Anagram HERE I SEE MANY WORTHIES LY Here yee see two but two's not all for why In these two Worthyes many Worthyes dye O what a generation's here surprized Of Noble bloud which was in them comprized Printed at London by William Iones dwelling in Red 〈…〉 TO THE â—â—GHT HONOV RABLE THE COVNTESSE 〈◊〉 〈…〉 HAMPTON all peace and comfort c. MOST Honourable Lady THe meanest seruant of the greatest Lord the glory of his Countrey your Ladyships wonderfull ioy and Honour out of a strange amazement begins now to looke vp and the I can doe nothing beseeming such Honour or worthy of these iudicious times yet am I so obliged that I cannot hold my peace choosing to be taxed for anything rather then for want of dutie and thankefulnes When the Tabernacle was building the poorer sort which brought Goates haire and Rams skins were as well accepted as they which brought Purple and Scarlet This is my comfort that such is your Noble disposition that you will not dispise the hearty endeauor of the poorest well willer of your Honorable Family It was no small ioy unto me for diuers yeares to come in my course and stand in presence of that mirrour of Nobility that I might heare his wisdome and behold his gracious conuersation Many a storme haue I indured both by Sea and Land But when I saw his face his gracious countenance dispelled all ill weather and made mee as resolute to returne the next time as euer I should willingly haue spent my daies in his seruice yea I haue often wished that my life had beene sacrificed for his that your Honour and this Land might haue still enioyed such a compleate ornament and pillar 〈…〉 But when I consider that thou 〈◊〉 tookest 〈◊〉 from vs I lay my hand vpon my mouth and humbly with all who consider his worth to humble themselues in 〈◊〉 and fasting that Gods Iudgements 〈…〉 Land which the falling of such Stars 〈…〉 As for your selfe Madame who haue 〈…〉 heart already with fasting and weeping and 〈…〉 tation I pray God to giue you patience and com 〈…〉 〈…〉 plaine sort I labour to perswade your Ladyship 〈…〉 in this sermon which I humbly commend vnto your 〈◊〉 nours perusall the rather because you told me it did 〈◊〉 good And though your Ladyship may thinke wee can not deny but the stroake which cut off two such worthies at once was very grieuous yet as the Minister of Christ in the name of Christ I beseech your Honour to take to heart the goodnes of the Lord towards you in those that still remaine Your Ladyship hath two louing and most worthy Daughters married to godly wise vertuous personages you haue also another hopefull young Lady And your Honour hath a Sonne who giues great hope that he will tread in his Noble Fathers steps and be heire of his vertues All these things are worthy to be remeÌ„bred dayly with praise which I doubt not but your Ladiship doth And so praying for the perpetuall prosperity of your Honourable house I leaue your Honour in the hands of the Almighty God and our mercifull Sauiour who is able to do aboundantly aboue all that wee can desire or thinke Your Honours most humble seruant to be euer commanded in the LORD W. IONES A TREATISE OF PATIENCE IN TRIBVLATION c. ROM 12. 12. Patience in Tribulation T is St. Augustines saying on Psal. 37. Omnis morbus animae habet in Scripturis medicamentum suum Euery disease of the soule hath a medicine in the Scriptures And the most effectuall medicine ordained for Tribulation is Patience therefore saith the Spirit in my Text Be patient in tribulution FIrst to open the words The word translated tribulation comes of a Verbe which signifies to pinch as the foote is pinched in a strait shooe or to presse as Grapes are squeezed in the Wine-presse Metaphorically t is vsed for to afflict or to bring into any strait of body or mind and so the substantiue signifies any thing which is hard and crosse to the nature of man yea any euill which we suffer in bodie or mind The euils which are here meant by tribulation are either ordinary or extraordinary I cal those ordinary eâ—its to which all mankind is subiect more or lesse as labour care trauell sicknesse diseases aches paines wants griefes for death of friends and other ineuitable casualties Extraordinary euills are either persecution inflicted vpon the godly by the wicked or wrongs which are done by men of the world for malice or couetousnes or meerly out of a mischieuous disposition or calamities which can bee impute directly to no second cause but to Gods own hand Now concerning all these kinds of euill comprehended vnder the word Tribulation the Apostle speaking by inspiration commaunds vs to bee patient The word 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 translated patience signifies Quietly abiding vnder And we may be said quietly to abide vnder any tribulation when we neither fret nor doe any thing against godlinesse or any part of Gods Word but walke in our calling orderly as if no such thing had happened vnto vs. This patience in the Old Testament is termed silence Esay 30. 15. In silentio â—pe erit fortitudo vestra In silence and hope shall be your strength That is If yee quietly indure your affliction and put your trust in the Lord yee shall ouercome Psal. 39. 9. I was dumbe and opened not my mouth because thou didst iâ— That is I patiently indured thy visitation After the same manner is Christs patience set forth Esay 53. 7. He is brought as a Lambe to the slaughter and as a sheepe before her shearers is dumbe so he openeth not his mouth Yet let no man imagine that Christs patience was onely outward t was inward also Hee vnderwent whatsoeuer was laid vpon him with a quiet mind And so must wee indure all tribulation with a quiet mind a quiet mind is the principall thing in the definition of Patience giuen both by Philosophers and Diuines Tully sayes Patientia est virtus omnis adversitatis impetus aequanimiter portans Patience is a vertue which suffers all aduersitie with a quiet mind August Patientia est virtus qua mala aequo animo toleramus Patience is a vertue whereby we suffer euills with an equall mind which Thomas Aquinas expounds thus Mala id est
aduersa aequo animo id est sine turbatione animi Euills that is to say Crosses with an equall minde that is without trouble of mind Now whereas he sayes by euils we must vnderstand only aduersities or crosses t is euident t is no true patience when a man suffers the euill of sin in himselfe or others with a quiet mind Saint Bernard sayes well vera patientia est pati contra quod libeat non praeter quod liceat T is true patience to suffer against our will nor against godlinesse They therefore are greatly to bee blamed which suffer themselues to bee drawne into any sin as drunkennesse or whoredome by leud companions bee they neuer so great Againe whereas t is said that to the making vp of true patience there is required a quiet mind void of perturbation it seemes t is the Lords will that we voluntarily submit our selues vnto affliction Patience perforce is no patience if wee suffer murmuringly and with grudging though we suffer neuer so much t is nothing worth Neither yet let any imagine that wee are here called to such a kind of voluntary suffering that we should run into affliction and of our owne accord enter into temptation T was sencelesly done by Baals Priests to launce themselues And the Romanists cannot without sinne imitate them whiles they whip themselues and goe in haire-cloth and lye on the ground Who requires this at their hands We must quietly vndergo any affliction that is cast vpon vs wee must not voluntarily rush into any tribulation By this which hath beene said t is easie to gather the Doctrine of this Text and t is this All Christians must with a quiet and godly mâ—nd beare all crosses and afflictions that befall them thorough the whole course of their life There is no one dutie wherunto we are oftner called in Scripture then vnto Patience and no maruell For there is no vertue more necessary then patience none more excellent Saint Augustine in his Booke of patience Cap. 1. calls it Magnum Dei donum The great gift of God And the Apostle sayes to all Christians Yee haue need of patience Heb. 10. 36. Well doth hee say Yee haue need of patience because so many are the troubles of the righteous Psalm 34. And no man can come where Christ now is except hee patiently take vp his crosse dayly Luke 9. 23. T is the Apostles resolution Act. 14. 22. Wee must through much tribulation enter into the kingdome of God And if yee search the Scripture yee shall find that tribulation hath beene the lot of the righteous in all ages The first Saint Abel least he should want trouble was assaulted by his owne brother Cain How was Noah troubled with the wicked world Who knowes not the tribulation of Abraham Isaac and Iacob and of all their posteritie in Egypt in the Wildernesse in the Land of Canaan and in Babylon Descend lower and obserue the life of Christ and his followers and yee shall find it full of manifold tribulation what tongue can tell the tribulation of the Primitiue Church and the Christians in all Ages since Yea Paul sets it downe as a Law that shall not bee broken That all that will liue godly in Christ Iesus shall suffer persecution 2 Timothy 3. 12. Obiect The Church hath often and long beene free from tribulation as whiles Ioseph liued in Egypt In the time of Dauid and Salomon And t is written Act. 9. 31. Then had the Churches rest throughout all Iudea and Galile and Samaria So also t is recorded in Constantines time and in the dayes of diuers other Christian Emperours the Church had much peace And how can we forget the wonderfull peace and freedome which our owne Church hath enioyed in the reign of our late blessed Queene Elizabeth and our late Soueraigne Lord King Iames Answ. Though the Church and people of God haue sundry times beene free from publike persecution by the hand of Authority as in Queene Maries dayes As also from open inuasion as in 88. Yet neuer was there wanting some Ismaels and Esaus in the Church to persecute all Isaacs and Iakobs So it was in Saint Pauls time as hee testifies Gal. 4. 29. As he that was borne after the flesh persecuted him that was borne after the spirit so is it now and so hath it beene euer since and so it is now and so shall it be vntill the dissolution of all things All that will liue godly in Christ Iesus shall suffer persecution They shall not alwayes be banished imprisoned wracked tormented burnt c. But they shall bee alwayes hated reproched reuiled slandred nicknamed derided made laughing stocks and table talke and musick for drunkards and wantons and swearing swaggerers and euery idle riotous and vnthriftie companion The mouth of the Lord hath said it Esay 59. 15. He that departeth from euill maketh himselfe a prey that is to say Hee makes himselfe a scorne and derision to all that are round about him which are not resolued to deny vngodlinesse and worldly lusts and to liue soberly righteously and godly in this present world Sheep among wolues can haue no rest No more can the children of God among the children of this world T is worthily obserued by Saint Augustine in Psal. 55. Nunquam deerit persecutio Christiano si ergo pro Christo pressuram non dum pateris vide ne pie in Christo viuere non dum coeperis Persecution shall neuer be wanting to a Christian if therfore as yet thou sufferest no tribulation for Christs sake suspect thy selfe that thou hast not yet begun to liue godly in Christ Iesus If thou liue so priuately that none abroad take notice of thee yet if thou walke with God with an vpright heart the Deuil will raise vp some storme against thee in thine owne Family Thou shalt be sure to find either a mocking Cham or a rebellious Absolon or a spitefull Doeg or a cursing Shemei or a false hearted Ioab or a scoffing Michol Lastly if all the world would let thee alone yet if thou be a child of God thou shalt in no case want some tribulation long Some sicknesse or weaknesse shall take hold vpon thee Some anguish of heart or griefe of mind shall trouble thee Crosses will come one in the neck of another Thou shalt lose thy goods by Sea by Land by Fire by Thieues Thy hopefull Corne-fields shall bee blighted thy sheepe and thy fatlings shall die in thy pasture thy louing friends nay thy beloued children shall be taken from thee some whiles they hang on the brests others when they are growne vp and are of great hope Nay more thy dearest Rachel shall bee taken out of thy bosome or the Lord will take away from thy head thy glory thy sweet companion thy staffe thy comfort Some way or other thou shalt surely be afflicted for the Spirit of Truth hath said it Heb. 12. 6. Whom the Lord loueth hee chasteneth and scourgeth euery sonne whom
of our life vnto the other both great and small come vpon vs from God himselfe is plaine by the constant confession of the Saints and the euidence of Scripture Iob sayes Iob 1. 21. The Lord gaue and the Lord hath taken away If yee read the Text yee shall find that the Sabeaus took away his Oxen and Asses the Chaldeans his Camels yet Iob makes this confession The Lord hath taken away Psalme 119. 75. Dauid saith to God Thou hast afflicted mee yet we know it was Saul and his followers and Shemei and Absolon c. that afflicted Dauid So the Israelites say Hos. 6. 1. Come let vs returne vnto the Lord hee hath torne hee hath smitten vs. Amos 3. 6. Shall there be euill in a City and the Lord hath not done it Iob 5. 6. Affliction commeth not out of the dust neither doth trouble spring out of the ground Here ye see it is a confessed truth All tribulation comes from the Lord. Which being so what fitter exhortation can I adde then that Heb 12. 5. My sonne despise not the chastening of the Lord nor faint when thou art rebuked of him verse 9. Wee haue had fathers of our flesh which corrected vs and wee gaue them reuerence shall wee not much rather bee in subiection to the Father of Spirits Marke how Dauid in a great tribulation behaues himselfe onely vpon this consideration that it was the Lords doing Psalm 39. 9. I was dumbe and opened not my mouth because thou didst it Here yee see Dauid professes hee was silent in affliction because hee considered it was Gods doing Nothing is more forcible to represse the violence of griefe in the day of trouble then to call to mind that wee haue to doe not with mortall men but with the Almighty and euerliuing God For how comes it to passe that the greater part of the world is ouertaken with impatience when trouble lights vpon them but because they doe not recount that they wrangle and brawle with God himselfe Therefore whiles some cast their crosses and afflictions vpon fortune some impute them to the malice or cruelty of this or that man some ascribe them to one cause and some vnto another and scarce one of an hundred absolutely acknowledges Gods hand they freely fall to grieue complaine fret and murmure without measure But Dauid cleane contrary that hee may silence all rebellious motions turnes his eye to the Lord and considering him in his wise prouidence as the author of all his trouble resolues to bee silent and put it vp with a quiet mind And so accordingly let vs know that in any affliction that befalls vs at any time this is the principall worke of faith to humble vs vnder Gods hand and make vs rest in his doing with silence as Saint Peter counsells Ch. 1. 5. 6. Humble your selues vnder the mightie hand of God Besides as Caluine notes which is the second Meditation it must be obserued that men do then subiect themselues to God in tribulation with quiet and patient mindes when they are perswaded that as God doth all so he doth it as a wise Iudge and louing Father For many wicked men in tribulation acknowledge Gods hand yet because they reckon of him as a cruell Tyrant they cease not through impatience to blaspheme his holy name But Dauid doth so acknowledge Gods iudgements vpon himselfe that hee takes them as from the hand of a wise God and louing Father and therefore rests well pleased and patient whatsoeuer he doth saying I was dumbe I opened not my mouth because thou O Lord didst it Thou I say which as thou art the Almightie God so thou art also wise louing and tender Father vnto mee Euen so if we when we are cast into the bed of sorrow and furnace of tribulation would seriously meditate vpon the wisdome and loue of the great God from whose hand we say we take the visitation assuredly we should possesse our soules in patience A man that is perswaded of the loue and skill of a Physician or Chirurgeon which is but a man like himselfe and may be false or deceiued will put himselfe into his hand most readily and be content to be launched and se 〈…〉 or to take downe bitter pills and fulsome potions and to doe or suffer any thing according to his direction in hope of bodily health How much more would wee bee patient in any tribulation if we were thoroughly perswaded that our God without whose prouidence one haire falls not from our head did administer these bitter things vnto vs in wonderfull wisdome and great loue to our soules This made Dauid so patient Psal. 119. 75. I know O Lord saith hee that thy iudgements are right and that thou in faithfulnesse hast afflicted me Therefore was he so quiet and when his spirit began to lash out in a kind of discontented humour because Gods hand was vpon him so heauy and so long marke how hee checks himselfe saying Psal. 42. 11. Why art thou cast downe O my soule and why art thou disquicted within mee Hope thou in God for I shall yet praise him who is the health of my countenance and my God Here note I pray you what the ground of Dauids patience in his tribulation when his enemies reproched him saying Where is thy God it was this hee was fully perswaded that God was his God that is to say his wise Guardian his mightie Protector his louing father and that hee did all that hee did to him most wisely most louingly with respect vnto the amendment of his life and the saluation of his soule Euen so if we also would beleeue Gods Word which tels vs that God as often as hee suffers any tribulation to fall vpon vs in wisdome loue and faithfulnesse causes vs to bee afflicted we would be quiet vnder his mightie hand yea wee would solace our soules with the peaceable fruit of affliction in the end This made Saint Paul say in the name of all beleeuers Rom. 5. 3. Wee glory in tribulations This made Dauid say long before Psal. 94. 19. In the multitude of my sorrowfull thoughts within mee thy comforts delight my snule Where note hee saith not when my tribulations and sorrowes are ouer but euen in the middest of the multitude of them I feele sound spirituall comfort because I know that thou art the onely wise God and my mercifull Sauiour and Redeemer which bringest all these things vpon mee Thou diddest cause Saul to persecute mee and mine own sonne Absolon to rise vp against mee Thou baddest Shemei to curse mee and many others to reproach and reuile me Thou hast often cast mee vpon the bed of sicknesse thou I say which art the only wise God and my louing Sauiour didst all these things therefore I am so farre from fretting that I find comfort euen whiles I am exercised vnder thy hand The like comfort will arise vnto any one of vs in any trouble or tribulation vpon the like consideration
fashion nor flattery nor ostentation but meerely to declare our loue and respect to our neuer sufficiently Commended Noble Captaine So take them without curiositie and farewell Thine W. I. Vpon the Death of the right Noble and Honourable Lord HENRY Earle of Southampton Baron of Tichfield Knight of the most Honorable Order of the Garter Captaine of the Isle of Wight Mors vltima linea rerum Quis est homo qui viuet non videbit mortem Ps. YEe famous Poets of this Southerne Islle Straine forth the raptures of your Tragick Muse And with your Laurea't Pens come and compile The praises due to this Great Lord peruse His Globe of Worth and cke his Vertues braue Like learned Maroes at Mecenas graue Valour and Wisdome were in thee confin'd The Gemini of thy perfection And all the Graces were in thee combin'd The rich mans ioy and poores refection Therefore the King of Kings doth thee imbrace For aye to dwell in iust Astraeas place Nought is Immortall vnderneath the Sun Wee all are subiect to Deaths restlesse date Wee end our liues before they are begun And mark't in the Eternall Booke of Fate But for thy Selfe and Heire one thred was spun And cut like Talbots and his valiant Sonne Planet of Honour rest Diuinely sleepe Secure from iealousie and worldly feares Thy Soule IEHOVAH will it safely keepe I at thy Vrne will drop sad Funerall Teares Thou A'leluiahs vnto God alone And to the Lambe that sits amidst his Throne I can no more in this lugubrious Verse Reader depart and looke on Sidneys Herse FRA. BEALE Vpon the much deplored Death of the Right Honourable HENRY Earle of SOVTHAMPTON c. Captaine of the Isle of Wight And of the Right Honourable IAMES Lord WRIOTHESLEY his most hopefull Sonne and worthy Image of his Vertues HENRY SOVTHAMPTON Anagram The Stampe in Honour 'T Was neere a fortnight that no sun did smile Vpon this cloudy Orbe and all that while The Heau'ns wept by fits as their pale feares Presented to them matters for their teares And all the winds at once such gusts forth sent Of deep-fetch't sighs as filled where they went The shoares with wracks as if they mean't the state Of all the world should suffer with that fate We of the lower sort loath that our wings By proudly soaring into Gods or Kings Reserv'd designments should be iustly fear'd Fearing to search stay'd till the cause appear'd Yet simply thought that Nature had mistaken Her courses so that all her ground were shaken And her whole frame disioynted wherewithall Wee look't eich houre the stagg'ring world should fall Till by a rumour from beyond-sea flying Wee found the cause SOVTHAMPTON lay a dying O had we found it sooner e're the thred Of his desired life had quite beene shred Or that pure soule of all good men belou'd Had left her rich-built lâ—dge to be remou'd Yet to a richer Mansion We had then Preuented this great losse Our pray'rs amain Had flow'n to Heau'n and with impetu'ous strife And such vnited strength su'ed for his life As should haue forc't th'allmighties free consent Not that we enuie or shall e're repent His flight to rest but wishing he had stood Both for our owne and for our countries good T' haue clos'd our eyes who onely now suruiue To waile his losse and wish we so may thriue As we lament it truely That a race Of men vnborne that had not seeene his face Nor known'n his vertues might without a verse Or with lesse anguish haue bedew'd his herse But he was gone ere any bruit did grow And so we wounded ere we saw the blow Thou long tongu'd Fame that blabbest all thou But send'st ill newes to fly where ere thou goe'st Like dust in March what mischiefe did thee guide know'st This worst of ills so long from vs to hide That whilst we dream'd all well and nothing thought But of his honourable battails fought And braue atchieuements by his doing hand O're any newes could come to countermand Our swelling hopes the first report was spread Should stricke vs through at once Southamptons dead Had it com'n stealing on vs and by slow Insensible degree's ben taught to goe As his disease on him 't had so prepar'd Our hearts against the worst that could be dar'd That in the vpshott our misgiuing feares Would haue fore-stall'd or quallified our teares But thus to wound vs O distastrous * luck Struck dead before we knew that we were struck VVhence 't is that we so long a loofe did hover Nor could our witts and senses soone recover T' expresse our griefe whilst others vainely stroue In time t' outstripp vs who could not in loue Light cares will quickly speake but great ones craz'd With their misfortunes stand a while amaz'd Even my selfe who with the first assay'd To lanch into this deepe was so dismay'd That sighs blew back my Barke and sorrows tyde Draue her against her course and split her side So desp'rately vppon a rocke of feares That downe she sunke and perish't in my teares Nor durst I seeke to putt to Sea againe Till tyme had won on griefe and scour'd the Maine Ev'n yet me thinks my numbers doe not flow As they were wont I find them lame and slow My buisie sighs breake off eich tender linke And eyes let fall more teares than Pen doth inke O how I wish I might not writt at all Not that I doe repine or ever shall To make SOVTHAMPTONS high priz'd vertues glory The eternall subiect of my well-tun'd storie But loath to make his exequies and herse The argument of my afflicted verse Me thinks it never should be writt nor read Nor ought I tell the world SOVTHAMPTON'S dea A man aboue all prayse the richest soile Of witt or art is but his lusters foile Fall's short of what he was and seru's alone To set forth as it can so rich a stone Which in it selfe is richer of more worth Than any witt or art can blazon forth In peace in warr in th' country in the Court In favour in disgrace earnest and sport In all assayes the blanke of ev'rie Pen THE STAMPE IN HONOVR and delight of men Should enuie be allow'ed rather than speake What she must needes of him her heart would breake Religion wisedome valour courtesse Temperance Iustice Affabilitie And what the Schoole of vertues ever taught And meere humanitie hath ever raught We are all in him so couch't so dulie plac't And with such liberall endowments grac't In such a perfect mixture and so free From selfe conceiptednesse or levitie As if He onely were their proper Spheare And They but liu'd to haue their motion there Such greatnesse with such goodnes seldome stood Seldome is found a man so great so good Nor doe I fall vpon his worth so much To blazon it as to giue the world a tuch Of what by his sadd fall it selfe hath lost Great benefitts are know'en and valu'd most By their great wants We neuer knew
cure two such in whose know'n valour lay Your Countries weale For whom you should haue show'n The vtmost of that Art that e're was know'n Or practiz'd amongst artists and haue stroue T' haue turn'd the course of Nature and t' haue droue Things to their pristin state reducing Men Meerly to Elements and thence agen Moulding them vp anew preseruing life In spight of death and sharpe diseases strife Dull leaden Doctors Leiden is too good For you poore men that neuer vnderstood More wayes of Physicke than to giue a drench To cure the big-swolne Dutch or wasted French Pardon you neighbour Nations what I had Of reason's yours but griefe hath made me mad How durst you to such men such boldnesse show As t' practise with those parts you did not know Or meddle with those veines that none should strike But those that had beene practiz'd in the like Alas you knew not how their bodies stood Their veines abounded with a Nobler blood Of a farre purer dye and farre more rife VVith actiue spirits of a nimbler life Than e're before you practiz'd on May all The sicknesses that on our nature fall And vex rebellious man for his foule sin Seize on you all throughout without within For this presumptuous deed and want of skill And may such potions as haue pow'r to kill Be all your physicke yet corrected striue To weare you out and keepe you long aliue But O mee think's I raue 'T is time to end When 'gainst the rules I loue I so offend Pardon you learned Artists well I know Your skill is great and you not spar'd to show The vtmost of it Yet when all 's assay'd The debt to God and nature must be pay'd You precious Vrus that hold that Noble dust Keepe safe the wealth committed to your trust And you deare Reliques of that ample worth That whilom through your crenices shin'd forth That now haue put off Man and sweetly lye T' expect your Crowne of Immortality Rest there repos'd vntouch't and free from care Till you shall meet your soules with them to share In that rich glory wherein now they shine Disdaining all that 's not like them Diuine Where I assur'd againe to see and greet you Resolue to weepe till I goe out to meet you Ità non cecinit at verè pijssimeque flevit Ille dolet verè qui sine teste dolet Certaine touches vpon the Life and Death of the Right Honourable HENRIE Earle of Southampton and his true Image IAMES the Lord Wriothesley his eldest Sonne TO THE READER REader beleeue me 't is not Gaine nor Fame That makes me put in my neglected Name Mong'st learned Mourners that in Sable Verse Doe their last Honour to this dolefull Herse Nor did these Lords by liuing bountie tie To Them and to their Heires my Poetry For to speake plainly though I am but poore Yet neuer came I knocking to their doore Nor euer durst my low obscuritie Once creepe into the luster of their die Yet since I am a Christian and suppose My selfe obliged both with Verse and Prose Both with my Pencills and my Pens best Art With eye tongue heart and hand and euery part In each right Noble well-deseruing Spirit To honour Vertue and commend true merit Since first I breath'd and liu'd within the Shire That giues a Title to this honoured Peere Since twelue long Winters I my little Flock Fedin that Isle that wal'd with many a rock And circled with the Maine against her shore Hear 's the proud Ocean euery day to rore And sitting there in sun-shine of his Glory Saw his faire Vertues read his lifes true Story Who see 's not I haue reason to make one In this Isle's Churches Countries common mone Or thinks that in his losse I haue no part When the whole Kingdome seems to feele the smart Let him that list his griefs in silence mutter I cannot hold my plaints I needs must vtter I must lament and sigh and write and speake Lest while I hold my tongue my heart should breake W. PETTIE I. To the Right Honourable HENRY Earle of Southampton THe changing World and the Eternall Word Nature Art Custome Creatures all accord To proue if any doubted that we must Since All haue sin'd all die and turne to dust But deare SOVTHAMPTON since deserued praise Came thronging on Thee faster then thy dayes Since thy Immortall Vertues then were seene When thy graue head was gray to be most greene VVe fooles began to hope that thy lifes date Was not confined to our common fate But that thou still should'st keep the worlds faire Stage Acting all parts of goodnesse that Each Age Succeeding ours might in thy action see What Vertue in them dead did liue in Thee II. BVt oh vaine thoughts though late we find alas The fairest flowers that th' earth brings forth are grass Wealth Honor Wisdome Grace nor Greatnesse can Adde one short moment to the life of Man Time will not stay and the proud King of feanes Not mov'd by any Presents Prayers or teares Doth trample downe fraile flesh and from the wombe Leads vs away close prisoners to the tombe III. To both the Lords ANd you braue Lords the glorie of your Peeres More laden with your Honors then your yeeres Deare to Your Soueraigne faithfull to the State Friends to Religion ill men's feare and hate Death as his Captiues here hath laid full lowe And left your friends long legacies of woe Griefe to your Country to your house sad losses T' our Armies dread to our designements crosses IIII. To the Liuing TEll me yee liuing wights what marble heart Weying our wants doth not with sorrow smart To see those glorious Starres that shin'd so cleere In our disconsolate darke Hemisphere To see these Pillars whose firme Basies prop't Our feeble State the Cedars that oretop't The ayric clouds yeelding to Birds a Neast Shadow and shelter to the wearied Beast Now by Death's bloudie hand cut downe defaced Their Light ecclipsed and their height abased V. To Death YEt boast not cruell Tyrant of thy spoyle since with thy conquest thou hast won the foile For they O happy Soules diuinely armed Could not though hit be with thine arrowes harmed Thus robbed not of Beeing but of Breath Secure they triumph ouer stinglesse Death And while their pure immortall part inherits The heauenly blisse with glorified Spirits Their dust doth sleepe in hope and their good name Liue's in th' eternall Chronicles of fame VI. To the Hollanders vpon the returne of the Lords Corpes HOlland t' is knowne that you vnto our Nation Haue long bin linc'kt in friendlie Combination T' is knowne that we to you haue daily duly All offices of loue performed truely You still haue had protection from our Forts Trade to our Townes and harbour in our Ports When big-swolne Spaine you threatend to deuour We to your weaker ioyn'd our stronger power And our old souldiers willingly vnprest Ran to your wars as fast as to some feast We
man'd your Cities and instead of stones Helpt you to build your Bulwarks with our bones Nor had your Castles now vnbattered stood Had not your slime ben tempered with our blood All this we did and more are still content With men munition mony to preuent Your future ruine Hence with warie speede Our state sent ouer to your latest neede Ten Noble heads and twice ten thousand hands All prest to execute their wise commands Mongst them our good Southampton and his ioy Deare Iames in hart a man in age a boy But oh your fatall fields vnhappie soile Accurst Acheldama foule den of spoile Deaths Hospitall like Hell the place of woe Admit all commers but nere let them goe Churl 's to your aide we sent strong liuing forces And you in lieu returne vs liuelesse corses Ah Noble Lords went you so farre to haue Your Death and yet come home to seeke a graue VII To the young Lord. BRight starre of Honour what celestiall fires 〈…〉 thy youthfull bloud that thy desires Mount vp so fast to Glories highest Spheres So farre beyond thine equalls and thy yeares Whil'st others Noblie borne ignoblie staine Their bloud and youth with manners base and vaine Thou to thy Fathers holie lessons lending Thine eare and to his liue's faire patterne bending Thy steps did'st daily learne for sport or need Nimblie to mount and man thy barbed steed Fairelie thy serious thoughts to write or speake Stoutlie vpon thy foe thy lance to breake It did not with thine actiue spirit suite To wast thy time in fingring of a Lute Or sing mong'st Cupids spirits a puling Dittie To moue some femall Saint to loue or pittie T' was Musick to thine eare in ranged batle To heare sad Drums to grone harsh Trumpets ritle Or see when clouds of bloud do rent in sunder The pouders lightning and the Canons thunder And when thou might'st at home haue liued free From cares and feares in soft securitie Thou scorning such dishonorable ease To all the hazards both of land and sea 's Against Religions and thy Countries foes Franklie thy selfe and safetie did'd expose O Sacred virtue thy mild modest glances Rais'd in his tender heart these amorous trances For thy deare loue so dearely did he weane His youth from pleasures and from lusts vncleane And so in thy straight narrow paths still treading He found the way to endlesse glorie leading VIII But soft sad Muse t is now no fitting taske The prayses of his well spent Youth t' vnmaske To sing his pious cares his studious night's His thriftie daies his innocent delights Or tell what store of vsefull obseruations He gain'd at home and mong'st the neighbring Nations Leaue we this virgin theame vntouch't vntainted Till some more happie hand so liuely paint it That all Posteritie may see and read His liuing virtues when hee 's cold and dead IX SWeet Youth what made thee hide thine amorous face And cheekes scarce downie in a steelie case And like yong Cupid vnder Mars his sheild Mongst men of armes to braue it in the field Thought'st thou o fondling cruell death would pitty The faire the yong the noble wise and witty More then the foule and foolish base and old Oh no the tirant bloudy blind and bold All the wide world in single combate dareth And no condition sex or age he spareth X. YEt some supposed since in open fight Thou had'st so often scap't his murdering might That sure he fear'd to throw his fatall dart Against thine innocent faith-armed heart Yet sooth to say t was thy sweet louely youth That so often mou'd flint-harted Death to ruth Though now intangled in thy locks of amber The inamour'd monster dogs thee to thy chamber And there alas to end the mortall strife He rauish thee of beautie and of life XI To Nature NAture although we learne in Graces schoole That children must not call their mother foole Yet when we see thee lauishly to burne Two or three lights when one would serue the turne When we perceiue thee through affection blind Cocker the wicked to the good vnkind Ready the stinking rankest Weeds to cherish When Lillies Violets and sweet Roses perish Wee cannot chuse but tell thee 't is our thought That age or weaknesse Nature makes thee dote XII Natures reply to the Censure VAine men how dare yee in your thoughts vnholy Mee nay your Maker to accuse of folly And all impatient with your plaints importune Heav'n Earth and Hell Death Destiny and Fortune When 't is not these poore Instruments that cause Your Crosses but the neuer changing Lawes Of your Almightie mercifull Creator Who sitting supreme Iudge and Moderator Of mens affaires doth gouerne and dispence All by his All-disposing Prouidence And equally his glorious ends aduances By good or bad happy or haplesse chances XIII To the Right Honourable Elizabeth Countesse of Southampton GReat and good Lady though wee know full well What tides of griefe in your sad brest doe swell Nor can in this our simple mourning Verse The thousand'th part of your deepe cares reherse Yet as the lesser rivulets and fountaines Run hastning from the Fields the Meads Mountaines Their siluer streames into the Sea to poure So flow our tributary teares to your That from the boundlesse Ocean of your sorrow Our eyes new springs our harts new griefs may borrow XIIII Eidem COuld we as easily comfort as complaine Then haply this our charitable paine Might merit from your grieued heart some thanks But oh our griefs so swell aboue the banks Of shallow custome and the feeble fences That are oppos'd by Reason Art or Senses That if Religion rul'd not our affections And pacifi'd our passions insurrections We should in mourning misse both meane and scope And sorrow Pagan-like sans Faith or Hope XV. Eidem MAdam though we but aggrauate your Crosses Thus sadly to repeat your former losses Whil'st you sit comfortlesse as all vndone Mourning to lack an Husband and a Sonne Yet may it giue your grieued heart some ease To saile with company in sorrow's Sea 's To thinke in them you are not tost alone But haue the Kingdome partner in your mone To thinke that those for whom you weep are blest Lodg'd in the heauenly harbour where they rest Secure nere more to grieue to want to feare To sin to Die or to let fall a teare So though heauens high Decree haue late bereft you Of two at once yet hath his bountie left you Many faire daughters and a sonne t' inherit Your Loue our Honour and his Fathers Spirit W. P. The least part of the shadow of Southamptons worth GReat Lord thy losse though I surcease to mourne Sith Heauen hath found Thee yet I 'le take my turne to wait vpon thy Obsequies a while And traile my Pen with others of my File And tell thy worth th' effects where of wee felt That in the lists of thy command haue dwelt Religions Champion Guardian of that Isle Which is the Goshen of Great
Brittains soyle How good how great example dy'd in thee When th' Heire of both preuents thy destiny And scarce a pattern's left for those behind To view in one so Great so good a mind Thou Man of Men how little doth thy Name Need any Muses praise to giue it Fame Whose liu'ry gayn'd by merit thou hast worne And beg'd or bought esteeme didst hold in scorne But wast in darkest lustre chillingst cold A perfect Dimond though not set in gold And whether thy regard were good or ill Did'st constant carry one set posture still Needs must the world grow base and poore at last That Honours stock so carelesly doth wast How prodigall is shee that would send forth At once Two Noble Persons of such worth As Great Southampton and his Martiall Heyre VVhen scarce one Age yeelds such another payre Combin'd in resolution as in fate To sacrifice their liues for good of State How forward was his youth how farre from feares As great in hope as hee was young in yeeres How apt and able in each warlike deed To charge his foe to mannage fiery steed Yet these but Essayes were of what was hee Wee but the twilight of his spirit did see What had his Autumne bin wee yet did spy Only the blossoms of his Chieualry Death enuious of his actions hastned Fate Atchieuements glory to anticipate In both whose periods this I truly story That earths best essence is but transitory You valiant hearts that grudged not your blood To spend for Honour Country Altars good Your high attempt your Noble House doe crowne That those to dye in Bed of Fame not 〈…〉 〈…〉 e still admir'd esteem'd belov'd for why Records of Vertue will not let you die Your Actiue Soules in fleshly gyues restrain'd Haue Victory and Palmes of triumph gain'd Your Belgick Feauer doth you Being giue And Phoenix-like you burne and dye and liue Qui per virtutem peritat non interit AR. PRICE Vpon the Life and Death of the Right Honourable HENRIE Earle of Southampton And the Lord Wriothesly his Son Henry Wriothesly Earle of Southampton Anagram Thy Honour is worth the praise of all Men. GREAT WORTHY such is thy renowned Name Say what I can it will make good the same On such a theame I would euen spend my quill If I had meanes according to my will And tho I want fine Poets Wit and Art I gladly streine the sinewes of my heart And prostrate at the Tombe of these two Lords My tongue my pen and what my Fate affords HENRY WRIOTHESLEY Earle of Southampton Anagram Vertue is thy Honour O the praise of all men SOme men not worth but fauour doth aduance Some vulgar breath some riches doe inhance Not so the Noble Squire of whom I treat â—â—ught makes him honour'd but Vertues great Cardinall Morall Theologicall Consider well and behold in him all Yet notwithstanding all his Vertues hee Lies now in dust and darknesse Hereby see How Death can rent the hopes of worthy Squires And dash their proiects and crosse their desires Yet shall not Death triumph in Vertues fall For this his Name is still esteem'd of all Death strooke his Body onely that could die His Fame is fresh his Spirit is gone on hie IAMES WRIOTESLEY Baron of Tichfield Anagram Boyles in Field to reach worthy's Fame O Rare bright Sparke of ancient Chiualry In tender yeeres affecting warlike Glory O Noble Impe of that thrice Noble Sire What was it that thus kindled thy desire Surely 't was thy presaging Spirit For why Hauing small time thou would'st doe worthily Thou took'st thy flight because in heauinesse Would'st not see drown'd a world of Worthinesse Vpon the sudden and immature Death of both the Lords HEre wee see verified All flesh is grasse And the glory thereof like flower of grasse The flower fadeth long before the grasse So worthiest Persons before other passe A comfortable Conclusion THo Death on them hath shew'd his vtmost power Heav'ns King hath crown'd them with th' Immortall flower GVILIELMVS IONE'S Capellanus mestissimus feciâ— invit â Miner FINIS 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2. 3. q. 136. â— â— Ad Eugenium 1. Meanes 2. 〈◊〉 Heb. 6. 19. 4. 5. 1. Medit. 2. Medit. See more in the treatise of faith 3. Medit. Non est ad astra mallis é terris via Senec. 4. Medit. 2 Sam. 10. Iosh. 1. Esay 43. 1. H. 6. 32. 1454. Vti vulgo accipi 〈…〉 fatum pro 〈◊〉 seris 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 * * Ita christianus orbis vbique 〈◊〉 solet * * At Thorley in the I le of Wight Silâ—