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lord_n	death_n	die_v	life_n	17,942	5	5.0592	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63874	Affectuum decidua, or, Due expressions in honour of the truly noble Charles Capell, Esq. (sonne to the Right Honourable Arthur Ld. Capell, Baron of Hadham) deceased on Christmas Day, 1656	Turner, Francis, 1638?-1700.	1656 (1656)	Wing T3273; ESTC R5314	9,517	32

And none hereafter dare to plead pretence To anie 'bove the vulgar Excellence But This prodigious HE finding a Dearth Of Heroe's made His Life equall His Birth And not content with native Greatnesse HE Improv'd His richer Soile by Industrie And ever husbanded His time so well He was become full Ripe before He Fell. But Blasted are our Hopes let 's fruitfully Water with Teares His Hearse let every Pen speake Him truly Great and Good and cry Such are the Ruins of Nobility GABRIELL THISTLETHWAYTE Fellow of New Col. Civ On The Truly Noble CHARLES CAPELL Esq immaturely taken hence being with in few weekes of Marriage VVHen Common men decease t' will serve then turns If with a sigh we waite upon their Urnes Wee ' l no such Mourning who come's here t is meant He bring the Bottles of some Penitent His eyes and all like clouds must pregnant be With Showers to lament This Destiny That the Faire Lady whom His Courtly charmes Prevail'd e're long t' empale within His Armes Betweene Her selfe and Her dead Lover As 'Twixt Hero and Leander once it was May to bewaile th' Division see there do'es An Hellespont of Teares soone interpose Nor can we give lesse Passion to condole The suddaine Flight of so Divine a soule As disaffected with the baser waies Trod by the Gallants of these lewder dayes An higher Walke frequented 'bove the place Where th' Gyant Planet trot's his lofty pace Shooting His thoughts those arrowes of the mind Up to the Pallace of the Unconfin'd But this Elogium only shew's we scan His Christian Parts Let 's speake Him as a man Since Madam Nature ha's Her Jewels too Those Minion Graces that she doe's bestow And breathing on This Theame who 'l not suppose I' me blowing open a most Fragrant Rose For looking thus into Him what do I But into a like Garden boldly pry As that where Poets say men may behold A stately Tree laden with Fruit of gold His youthfull yeares could we exactly trace They ' d make a frosty Grandfire hide his Face To know the Prudence that enchas'd His breast More than by doating Rabbies is possest His Temper was so sweete His wit acute 'T would ha' made Fletcher or Ben-Jonson mute His valour too may well be understood When in such times as These He durst be Good Who as in age so still in vertue rose It is no wonder Heav'n would Him engrosse Thus the bright Queene That Regent of the Night As she advance's gathers Greater Light Yet must at length if not dissolve Away The World 's not made without a Fatall day THO. HOWELL On the Death of CHARLES CAPELL Esq second Sonne to the L d CAPELL of famous memory hapning on Christmas-Day COuld sable Drops from Pen and Eyes distill Or Briny Teares b' extracted from a Quill Could Greife with Colour'd Accents sighing groane Or Words put on a sad Complexion I ' ld writing weepe and weeping write my Teares Should speake Thy Death my words bedew Thine Hearse My Genius 't is confest vailes to the Rest In writing Elegies Mourne's with the best Should Heedlesse Greife some faults in Lines incurre Teares should wash out the blot Groanes clense the blurre Presumptuous Death t' insult and Triumph then On Men Renown'd and Nobler Spirits when Thine owne Captivity thou should'st deplore Gain'd by our Captains Birth a Saviour So stormes a Calme deface unhappy we To mourne not joy on the Nativity But stay sure 't was Thy Zeale Divine desire To solemnize this Feast among the Quire Of Saints and Angels where to Sing thy Part And fill the Chorus these shall give thee Art Pardon Dear Saint since I 've presum'd to be Partner in Greife grant an Indemnity T' a Twilight-fancy whose bright sunne being sate Shall cease to write though not to imitate WILL MILES Batch of Arts in New Coll. On the Death of the truly Noble and no lesse vertuous CHARLES CAPELL Esq who dyed of the Small-Pox Vpon ChrIstMas Day Last TO write your Life were it my Taske Great Sir I feare I should subscribe your murderer To do 't to Halfes were faire But t' would be s'ed I kill'd you were 't but drawne and quartered Yet he 's Long-liv'd dread Saint who but procures Life to improve like You the Tythes of Yours So that I dare not say You Non-ag'd dy'd Though it be true the world would sweare I Ly'd Nay though by what You Liv'd it might have knowne Had You Liv'd still You ' de ner'e beene over-growne Yet Under-age it wo'nte allowe but hold Your Ripenesse ne're was Non-age'd but borne Old Were 't not that Innocents are Infants style'd Who saw You Youngest never knew You Childe Prose licence me For Him verse is not meete Whose Life though soone run out out-runs those Feete I would dare venture on 't but since I know To speak to th' Life is not to make Him so Nothing but Death I 'le breath I ne're did feare The Small-Pox could fore-run a Plague but Here 'T would Rack a Poet-parliament to sit And club Invention to speake well of it Those spots His Body did bespangle say That they were stars fix'd in the milkie-way Yet mourning His DECREASE we must complaine Stars in this milkie-way prove'd CHARLES His WAINE Small-Pox Thou nick-name'd Evill I dare not call That Grape-stone which but choak'd Anacreon Small And shalt Thou be Thou shouldst have cast about To play small games then Here thou hadst stood out What least that Noble Blood should still have gone Untainted must Thou bring Infection Could I spit venome to blemish thee I 'de trie To make thy spots more and of deeper Die And Thou Black-day scarce should I think it fit To name thee under Black and White with it But that I find thee Checkcr'd for I see His Death falls in with Christs Nativitie And thus 't was fit His Life and Death accorde He liv'd the Day speakes to die in the Lord. Then quit the day And 'till we thinke of worse We 'le let the Pox that plagu'd us be a Curse EDW LOWE fellow of New Col. On the Death of the Eminently Enobled CHARLES CAPELL Esq Who after He had honour'd Winton Coll. with His Education and accomplisht Himselfe with a voyage into FRANCE Dyed of the Small-Pox at LONDON Last Christmas 1656. SHow'r downe your Ponderous Teares who e're you be Dare Write or Read a CAPELL'S Elegie Spangle His Hearse with Pearles such as are borne 'Twixt the blear'd Eielids of an o're cast Morn And but 't is vain t' expostulate with Death Or vilifie the Fates with frustrate breath Pose Destinie with Why 's Why Such a Sun Should set before His Noonetide Stage were run Why This Faire Volume should be bound so fast In Wooden Covers Clasp't-up in such hast Was Nature fond of It's Large Character And those Divine Impressions graven There Did shee least we should spoyl't to wave that Sin ' Cause 't was the Best-Edition call-it-in Or would our Vaunting Isle that Saints should