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A08185	Monodia or Walthams complaint vpon the death of that most vertuous and noble ladie, late deceased, the Lady Honor Hay, sole daughter and heire to the Right Honorable Edward, Lord Dennie, Baron of Waltham, and wife to the Right Honourable Iames Lord Hay. By R.N. Oxon.	Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616.	1615 (1615)	STC 18523; ESTC S110161	9,043	30

whe● liuing she did truly honor Now dead bes●owes a liuing name vpon her A name to liue while fame hath wings to flie For sure on earth the fame shall neuer die Of her true noble Syre a patron knowne Vnto weake want and second vnto none For great good deeds which Enuie cannot blame Nor to this Lord denie but yeeld what fame To 〈◊〉 and his deare daughter dead doth giue That she by him and he by her may liue May liue in those two noble pla●ts which shee True honor'd ●o●d hath liuing le●t to thee In whom that so t●ine image and her owne May vnto all posteritie be knowne Heauen giue them le●gth of dayes blesse them so That from suc● plants fruit euerm●re may grow Who in all 〈◊〉 times may claime the crowne Of that il●st●ate deed which doth renowne Their Fathers name of which if these bad dayes Which slights best things would hearken to my layes My Mus● great Lord should strike so high a string T●at boldest Bardes should cease to heare her sing And on thy Faulcons wings alost should soare To tel of thy great Ancessors of yore And of their valour whence deriued came Those armes that now nobiliate thy name When like a tempest that proud Pagan hoast F●om the North seas ariu'd on Scotlands coast Where neere Loncart the noble ●iuer T●y From that sad sight as grieu'd did glide away When she beheld her countries lot sinke downe And fame in fight her foes with conquest crowne Till with his plough-beame glory-thirs●ing Hay Aided by his two sonnes did crosse the way And forc't his flying countrie-men againe With courage to 〈◊〉 head vpon on the Dane Whose hoast destroy'd with a plough-beame that day He sau'd his King and countrie ●rom decay Of which vpon that field the Hay●● own land The Faulcons stone a trophe still doth stand But backe my Muse their glory may not bee Thy subiect now yet we by this may see That by him liuing bles● is she now dead Who made him blessed by a frui●ful bed She dead he liuing both blest euermore In that fatre fruit which her chast bosome bore Her chastest bosome which was once the bowre Where vertues Queene did keepe her court whose ●lowre Which from a plant in paradise did spring Set in her thoughts faire garden forth did bring The fruit of chast desire and spotlesse loue For which her happie soule now sits aboue Those that for other vertues praysed beene In women chastitie is vertues Queene Which through that grace which vnto her was giu'n For her true zeale vnto the King of heau'n Without the which none can possesse the same While life did last she kept from touch of blame Ye nobler Dames that all vaine thoughts despise Who would preserue from theft of hungrie eyes Your ●lowre of beautie and would quench the fires Which fal●e term'd loue hath tin'd in base desires Ensue her steps in grace and pietie Which are the guardians of true chastitie O let not those shape-shifters that doe steale By false pretence of sanctimonious zeale Into the closet of your thoughts intice Your eares from truth who by a new deuise Teaching to be vnchast to be no crime Or veial at the least abuse the time Nor let those Pallace parasites those apes VVho putting on the gestures and the shapes Of grauer men with their pro●aner lips To make their Ladies laugh spit forth court quips Against deuotion mocking holy things Improue your sanctitie whence all good springs Shame not to shew in publike as she did Your zeale to heau'n true zeale will not be hid Ioyne outward action to your inward will Not to doe good she knew was to doe ill But from her faith the efficient cause of good And those diuiner vertues vnderstood Of heauenly soules in which she did excell Let me proceed her other gifts to tell Least courtly ease of great ones counted state To wanton Vice might open Vertues gate Her studi●us soule was exercised sti●l For where ease is 't is easie to doe ill When shee herself to solace did dispose To passe the time no vaine delights she chsse If in her needle she did tak● delight What fairer patterne then her hands faire white If shee by art the I illies white would show Then if not there where did white Lillies grow If azure brookes winding the lands about In their true figure she would portrait out Then th●se blew veines were such which on her hand Made little Ilands in a little land Would she worke roses with a perfect red Her lips as often as she did beh●d The si●●e growne short with pearle-like teeth had power To giue a ●●imson colour to each flowre Which on her w●●ke so like the life did show As if h●y by her eyes faire be●ames did grow And th●ough her t●uch for sent did so excell As if her brea●h had giu'n them fragrant smell In which for skill with that ra●e Lydian Dame She seem'd with Pallas to contend for ●ame Sometimes her daintie voyce with breath as sweet As April Zephyr's gentle gales that g●eet Our sent with odor of the mornings rose Sweet ditties did in such sweet tunes compose That all ●hat h●ard her so am●zed were As if their soules were only in the eare While her soft hand wou●d gently touch the Lute And sometimes bid the Violl not be mute VVho taught by her as if they did reioyce To beare a part to so diuine a voyce Such heauenly musicke to the eare wou●d bring That ●oues nine daughters could no better sing VVith whom shee honor'd Lady nights and daies VVould spend in hearing their melodious layes And vnto learni●g euer being a friend To hopefull wits her helpe she would extend But here pe●haps if thou doe hap to write Her noble worth which now I doe recite Vertues companion black mouth'd Enuie sayes Thy pen doth drop a mercenarie prayse But to acquit thee heere the world may know She liu'd not noble Ladie to bestow Her purpos'd fauours on thy forlorne Muse In whom her worth yet which I more abuse Then truly blazon cannot silent sleep Of her great worth what Muse can silence keep Ye thrice three sisters of that sacred spring About whose bankes ye sit and sadly sing Your heau'nly skils contempt and learning● scorne Double your griefe for greater cause to mourne How can ye haue your art must now need● perish Since all are dead with her that arts did cherish Looke not in Court or Citie anie more To find that grace was giuen you of yore Now gentle blouds train'd vp in fancies schoole Doe giue the due of learning to the ●oole Your art is base your skill is counted shame You must be poore with those professe the same A●d thou vnhappie Swaine whose Muse did rayse An image of her Honor poore ●ssay●s In hast compil'd in hope her grace to gaine Neglect of which sorc'd absence did constraine This Ladies losse may most of all lament Too hastie death did all

Monodia OR WALTHAMS COMPLAINT Vpon The death of that most Vertuous and Noble Ladie late deceased the Lady HONOR HAY Sole Daughter and Heire to the Right Honorable EDWARD Lord DENNIE Baron of Waltham and wife to the Right Honourable IAMES Lord HAY. Virtus post funera viuit By R. N. Oxon. LONDON Printed by W. S. for Richard Meighen and Thomas Iones and are to be sold at their shop without Temple-barre vnder S. Clements Church 1615. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE AND RELIGIOVS PATTERNES OF VERTVE AND PATRONS of Learning EDWARD Lord DENNIE Baron of Waltham and his most noble Sonne IAMES Lord HAY. RIght Honourable Lords though vnworthie and vnknowne as n●t worthy to be known to your Lordships I want that good opinion begot by foreknowledge which like a pleasing glasse that makes any thing that is seene through it seeme better then it is might set a faire glosse vpon the forefront of this rude Poem yet not doubting but that your Honours will vouchsafe to looke vpon my imperfections herein with more affection out of passion for the deads sake whom here I honor then iudgement out of reason to discusse how vnworthie I am to discourse of such Honor. I presume to offer vp in my Walthams Complaint this funerall Obsequie or mournefull M●nodia at the sh●ine of your Fauours as the Sacrifice of my last dutie to that most Noble and to you most deare dead Ladie of whom liuing by her Sisters teares my Muse in her first Infancie of being knowne finding gratious acceptance but depriu'd the fruition thereof through ineuitable chaunce and hoping with her weake breath to reuiue those sparks that my inforc't absence had rakt vp in the ashes of obliuion lately singing the Image of her Honer was alas tha I should say shee was too suddainly thunder-striken by that vnlookt for Dart of Death in top of all her hopes Wherefore both of that consecrated to her Honor then liuing and of this deuoted to your ●ordships in honor of her now dead most humbly crauing your gracious Protections I liue Your Honours most ●umbly at c●mmand R. N. To the same right Honorable Lords the Lord DENNIE and the Lord HAY. THe last the least and yet best deed alone Done to the dead by those that d●e suruiue Is to record their vertues they being gone For only vertue keepes the dead aliue My last my least and yet my best I can Of dutie to that honord Ladies name Which from her vertues first in me began I owe to you that best can iudge the same My subiect Noble Lords doth fit your worth And since my humble ●lile is farre too base I for the subiects sake doe pick you forth That stile and subiect both may purchase grace Which if great Lords my humble Muse obtaine Walthams complaint cannot be told in vaine Your Honours most humbly deuoted RIC● NICCO●S WALTHAMS COMPLAINT IN that sixt month whose name at first begunne From great Augustus good Octauius sonne When in each fertile field the flowrie graine Shot vp on high did bow their heads againe As doing humble homage to the earth From whence they tooke their being and their birth And euery fruitfull tree did seeme to groane As burthened with the fruit that hung thereon Inu●ting all that past by their abode To strip their boughes and ease them of their lode Beside the bankes of Lees delightfull brooke Which Walthams ancient Towne doth ouerlooke I walk'd expecting in the dayes prime birth The ioy with which the morning greets the earth But shee as not dispos'd to mirth did lay Her azure robes with siluer fring'd away And in their stead whose weare the world doth glad Was in darke russet mantle meanly clad A vale of mist her siluer brow did hide The golden tramels of her haire were tide In fillet of blacke cloudes and with ●ad looke She mourner-like to heauen her iournie tooke Earth as it had a part in sorrow bore Vpon her backe a cloke of vapours wore And as if wanting eyes her griefe to shew Her grasse in stead of tear●s dropt weeping dew Into the riuer Lee by which I stood Three other brookes that to increase her slood Did poore themselues with her along did glide As if no griefe their waters could diuide Which their mixt waues did mutually declare By breathing vaporie sighes into the aire Whose waters bubling o're the pible stone As if they would vnto the trees vpon The bankes on either side expresse by voyce An inward sorrow made a murmuring noyse All thinges that came beneath my sight did show As each with other would consort in wo● Which through mine eyes did steale my hearts consen● To beare a part for I to Waltham went Beside whose Abbie there a worke of prayse Which worthie hands in antique time did rayse That noble Barons Hospitable sea●e Where rich and pore find bountifull intreate Sad spectacle of sorrow I did see The sight of which did much impassion mee On the bare ground sitting in open field A faire but forlorne Lady I beheld Without remorse now rending from her head Her yellow haire like threds of gold dispred About her siluer necke now beating sore Her breast the lodge of gri●fe and euermore Fixing her eye so stedfast on the ground As thence from her owne teares which did abound As from a Christall glasse helpe she would borrow To see the face of her owne faces sorrow Whose wofull gesture did my heart so wound That I requested her to shew the ground Of this her griefe and she as loath to speake Yet in these wordes at last did silence breake In vaine my voyce in vaine thou dost impart Weake words for signes of my wo-wounded heart In vaine my heart doe thy sad sighes arise From inward thoughts with teares to fill mine eyes In vaine mine eyes your moist teares ouerflow No griefe so great that can expresse my woe Weak words sad sighes moist teares in vaine ye bee Mine Honour dead I neuermore shall see To heare her mourning and her sad complaint I silent was awhile with griefes constraint Till sorrowes selfe did vrge me aske her name To which thus shee this sad reply did frame Waltham I was and though some thinke I am What I haue beene yet beare I but the name Of what I was and yet in my distresse Such is my chance hard chāce you wel may ghesse That wretched I of late through deaths despight Haue lost my Deare my Da●ling my Delight The Light of nature Ornament of earth Modell of heauen the Pearle of grace whose birth Did with that Honour grace my fruitfull wombe Which now shee dead lies buried in her tombe For know alas that it should ere be knowne My honour late is dead is dead and gone Was 't not enough that fortune who takes pleasure In humane woes bereau'd me of that treasure Which daily Lees large streame though now a pore And pettie brooke did bring vnto my shore Till Alfred scourge of