VIRTVS POST FVNERA VIVIT Or Honour Tryumphing over Death Being true EPITOMES of Honorable Noble Learned And Hospitable Personages VVILLIAM SAMPSON Printed by JOHN NORTON 1636. A Proeme To the right Honorable and most nobly deserving Lord WILLIAM Earle of New-Castle Barron Ogle c. Right Honorable CAESAR did adventure to write his owne acts heroicke deedes by commentary and very well he might I that with Virgils gnat have nothing to write of my selfe save misery have assaied to write the lives Pious and vertuous deedes of others not that by this they are immortalizde for their owne Worthes Vertues Hospitable and Pious deedes united have eternized themselves My full scope modest aime is to perpetuate them on Earth that posterities unborne may not let such Honorable Religious vertuous acts as your nobleprogenitoâ—s have done daily do performe slip into oblivion but as in a christall mirror we may here behold them as from the beginning we had our sa cred lawes in the first table writte your Honour is the Sanctuary to whose high Altar of goodnes I alwaies flie too for redresse in all extreames â—one whom I know with Anaxeritis had rather receive a cruse of cold water from your Poore Sinetis then a goblet of rich aromaticke or cretan wine from a flattering Gnatho the God of Heaven earth blesse you my honorable Lady my Honorable Mecenas and all your noble and Honorable families and posterities sending you your harts wish Temporall Eternall Your Honours humblest Creature WILLIAM SAMPSON To the right Honorable most Religious and truly noble Lady CARISTIAN DOVVAGER Countesse of Devon Mother to the right honorable WILLIAM Earle of Devon and to the right Honorable the Lady Aâ—n Riâ—h her honours sole Daughter Right Honorable Fame and Envy that usd to be sworne enemies of the dead either in detracting or saying too much in this place subject themselves Envy submits and fame continues her resolution which is to divâ—lge unto the world deedes of Honor Piety and Truth worthy of Fames Trumpet To your families your Honour and your issue these properly belong you are the needle by whom these Sun-dialls of Charity hourely and daily goe 't is you that lengthen and not lessen these Charitable and most Religious deedes begun by your progenitors of blessed memory I neede not say with Horace Tn recte vivis si curas esse quod audis For the lives and actions of this family all tend to divine honour Heaven continue it and with it long daies and happy ones and send that noble stem your Honourable Son that lovely branch of Honour a Hâ—lcyon gale that he may safely arrive at your feete for a blessing and continue an arme of comfort to your Hnnor and all this most Honorable family To whom and to your Honor I rest an humble servant WILLIAM SAMPSON To the right Honorable CHARLES Lord Vis-count Mansfeild Son and heire to the right Honorable my singular good Lord WILLIAM Earle of Now-castle Barron Ogle c. Lord Leiftennant of his Majestics too famous Counties Nottingham and Derby SOle heire of thy great fathers vertues I Present these Funerall odes unto thine eie Wherein though young like to Tully's Son You may perceive what great deedes have ben don By your progenitors deigne then to read These living Trophees of true honour dead Though wise Cratippus reach you yet behold How vertue robes nobility in gold We know there is a Sun because his light Apâ—'y distinguishes twixt day and night Your Ancestors like to th glorious Sun Have led the way you Honours race mâ—â—st râ—n Your infant Honours like to a welcome Spring Are by the Graces mark'd for vertues King Live there and grow there never may I see A fall'oth Leafe in your progenitrie Shine in thy Princes favours and appeare Like the bless'd Sunne when as hetrotes the spheare Let no cloud blemish thee still may your eâ—e Aime at the graces of high Majesty Out-grow thy honord fathers goodnes then Th art honours Map the non-pâ—reill of men Your Mother weares the wreath of goodnes you From such faire Trees must neede a Trophy grow Blessâ—d be you ever may I still deserve Next my devotions them and theirs to sâ—rve Your honours servant till Death VVilliam Sampson In laudem Authoris LAudabunt alii vel Classica vatis Achaei Phaliscus Vel Dircaei Candida Cigni Carmina sive Lyrâ Flaccum Sophoclemve Cothurno Insigneis aut pectine Bassum Sunt quibus unum opus est numeros celebrate Maro nis Plurimus in Nasonis honorem Aptum dicit amoribus alter singula singlî Me nec tam lasciva Propertî Cynthia Teia fides nec tam percussit avena Quam nostratis moesta poetae Quicquid habet Laurus Jovis arbor Populus Ilex Hac Cupressi fronde plicatur Hic gravis et brevis est operosus castus acutus Tales lectores facit Autor Ph. 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Mr in ar tâ— An Elegie ON THE RIGHT HONORAble Elizabeth Countesse of Shrewsbury wife to the right Honorable GEORGE Earle Shrewsbury Mother to the right Honorable William Earle oâ— Devon Sir Charles Cavendish who married Katherine Barronnesse Ogle Henry Cavendish who married the Lady Grace Talbot and Mary Countesse of Shrewsbury wife to the Lord Gilbert which Mary was Sole builder of the second Court of St. Iohns in the famous Vniversity of Cambridge Frances Lady Peirpoint This Countesse Elizabeth was Erectoresse of the two famous fabricks of Chatts-worth and Hard-wicke and sole foundresse of the famous Almes-house in Derby Grand-Mother To the right Honorable William last Earle of Devon VVilliam Earle of Newcastle Robert Earle of Kingstone Sir Charles Cavendish Countesse of Pembrooke The Countesse of Arundell Countesse of Kent Great Grand-mother to the right Honorable VVilliam Earle of Devon-shire The Lord Matreveâ—s Charles Lord viscount Mansfield Henry Viscount New warke Charles Cavendish Henry Cavendish Esquires WHile Scottish Angus up to heaven doth raise Her River Tay with inexpressable praise While Bamfe Louthan Fife and Devern sing And ould Legea braggs of her Dane King While Northern Tweede disjoyning them us Saith of her selfe slâ—ees most conspicuous Shall I our silver Thames Severn and d ee Trent Owze and Avon of one qualitie Forget nay to your praise I 'le bring My Alpine peakish Dove whose fertile wing Yeeldes Milke and Honey till her selfe shee trill Into swift running Darwent on the hill And lastly though a litle rivolet Tâ—out yeelding Crawley shall in measure jet You boast of stately Turrets births of high rate There in an equippage I 'le meete your state You bragge of stately fabricks guilded Towres Whose splendor both the eye and sense devoures My Muse shall meete you there too but her wing Must some sad Funerall notes and dirges sing This blest Eliza this bright Diamond Which long-time grew upon our peakish stronde Graceing the sertiâ—e quarries wa st not strange That Hills and Rocks their sterilnesse should change Yeelding a fruitfull eedenes as if shee
the Lady Katherin Baronesse Ogle worker to the right Honorable William Earle of Newcastle and the most noble Gentleman Sr. Charles Cavendish VVHen the two Tables first were writ in stone By the All-mighty which made all of none They certainly were left us for to show How in this life our times we should bestow Why may nâ—tâ— then boldly forrage on To write a truth without detraction Thy sacred vertues cannot lodged be Surer in Grave then in the memorie Of thy deare issueâ— that emboldens me To write thy merits in an elegy That Tree must needes be good when as the fruit Is alwaies ready for the taste and tooth I meane in leason For Divinity Allowes to each plant full maturity Hadst thou bene one of common birth or gone Above thy female sexe in but in one Rare gift my mournfull elegies then might As offred incense doe thee funerall rite But when so many rarities conspire In one selfe person fit for all t' admire Small wonder then if my amazed eies Are dazel'd with diviner rarities And I of sense and wonder quite bereft Si ce for to praise thee ther 's scarse one way left For thou wert all divinity so rare Few earthly creatures might with thee compare So sil'd with knowledge sanctitie love zeale As if by prophesie thou couldst un vaile All holy mysteries thy every word Had reference to the Almighty Lord In Hymns and Soliloquies thou didst pay Thy Orisons as incense every day Or balme powr'd on his Altars therefore we Counte it a blessing to remember thee Whose good deedes we may aime at but not touch 'T were a Herculcan labour and too much For women to aspire or match thy worth One Phoenix dead ther 's yet no more come forth Out of thy ashes and yet thine owne faire birth Has brought a second blessing to the Earth Like spreding Vines they bout his tables grow And like the lovely Olives stand in row In these thou still dost live thou art the Tree These stemmes of honour all are growne from thee 'T is not a few poore lines that can pourtray Thy ample worth the Muses lost their way Seeking to discribe thee then blame not me If I come short of thy known memory Whose every word was all perfection And what I now write meere detraction I cannot reach unto thy ample story That was so fraughted with Zeale Goodnes Glory Humility was thy hand-maide and she Has wafted thee to immortalitie Where sacred ravishingâ—s thou hear'st above Whiles we on Earth doe memorize thy love Bouls o're retaines thy Corpes the whole VVorld thy fame Ther 's nothing here dead of thee not thy Name On the right Honorable WILLIAM last Earle of Devon-shire who married the most noble Lady CHRISTIAN Sister to the Lord BRVSE and lyes inter 〈…〉 d in DERBY I Make no doubt but from the Muses quire Some more sweet singers nobler and higher Have offred to thy shrine yet let not me When others pay live in obscuritie Without acknowledgment 't were a sin indeede At which even Heathens doe us farre exceede Ingratitude is baâ—e my treas'ry poore Yet â— le lâ—nd some things from my Muses store Thy honours gain d not more unto thy name Then did thy vertues in thy Funerall flame Nay wert thou now alive there is none that dare Thy living vertues then for to compare For thou wouldst thinke we flattered but now Thy death shall all suspition disavow T is sin for to bely the dead yet we Hold goodnes speakes all truth not flatterie I want that rhetorique which the men of Rome Did joyntly beare unto dead Tullies tombe Yet I 'le not danbe thy utne since that there Can be no fowle things where ther 's no fowle eare Thine ancestors of noble birth and fames Whose good deedes have eternized their names Whose zeale of faith fealty to Prince Detracting envy can no whit convince With all those stratagems she workes to eate Into a free brest void of malices seat Th' art not more honourd by thine ancestrie Than they are triply dignifi'd by thee Since all their honours thou didst multiply And soe didst leave them to posterity For to be great-borne is not the meere cause Why men receive lowd popular applause But to be good-borne does transcend the great Goodnes makes greatnes for to be compleat And she was thine inherent vertue strove In various waies all vices to remove In France thy honours there did gaine renowne From the most Christian wearer of that Crowne Those courtly favorits that gazde on thee Said that thy lookes promisd maturitie Eâ—en the greatst Pheeres of France no more did wish But the Alliance of a Cavendish They thy admirers were and thou the Man In whom whole rivolets of vertue ran Not by conceiv'd hopes for in thy face Were Characters of honour set in grace With vertues never found out nor yet thought With sacred sanctity thy hart was fraught With còurtesie courage bounty wisdome What greater trophies can adorne a tombe Honour learning knowledge piety The holy blessings of some deity But that which makes these to perfection grow He who had all these could be humble too But that 's a blessing from eternity Successively given to thy family Humility is a robe of high renowne And 'mongst the card'nall vertues weares the Crowne These made the Princely Dolphin t' admire thee And all the French Pheeres in love desire thee And with a mourners sorrow waile thy losse When thou from France the English seas did crosse Thy parting from them was as if some groome Should leave his Bride and journey farre from home Yet hoping to enjoy her lord againe In ' midst of anguish gave release to paine He that from strangers had these favours showne VVhat graces then deserv'd he from his owne As great Embassadours of eminence From forreigne Princes doe their suites commense Are in all pompe and honourable port Receiv'd and grac'd by persons of the Court Such is the Princes will soe was this Man of men Vnto his native home receiv'd agen And married unto the Princely line Of noble Bruise beyond the River Tine Of whom some noble branches still remaine Whose honours part of their great worths retaine The one engraffd in warlike Rich's Armes The other ready to sing warr's Alarmes Then came each Poet with his sprigge of Bayes With all the Muses to set forth his praise Into whose Palmes he evermore did powre Such heapesas Jove in Danaes lap did showre Thus like a goodly Fabricke did he stand Admirde and honord by all in our Land Especially by sacred majesty In whose true service he did live and dy Lov'd of his Country honour'd of the state And his mortality dide free from hate For which the Muses to his memory Have now noe other song but Elegy On the right Honorable JANB Countesse of Shrewsbury Wife to the right Honorable EDVVARD Lord TALBOT of Shrewsbury last of that family dedicated to the right Honorable the Lady JANE CAVENDISH Daughter
Truthes Epitomy here doth lie On that worthy woman CASSANDRA POVVTRELL of Westhallam THough she be gone her goodnes fame and birth Left not a second paragon on Earth T is said the Phoenix into ashes flies And from her flames another Bird doth rise If our Arabian England can affoard From all her borroughes such another Bird Wee le banish forreigne groves ours their shall shame Of thy great worth Religion breeding fame Where are the Muses are they all asleepe Do they their fathers high holiday keepe Have they forgot their nursing mother's gone Which kept a house as free as Helicon Where every thirsty soule might drinke his fill And make him apt for the Castalian quill True knowledge base ingratitude doth shunne When learning growes ingrate the World is done Others their fame and glories gaine by chance But she did never her great birth advance From others names that worth is profitlesse That comes by chance not by vertuousnesse Hers was inherent given her from above Filld with sanctity piety and love Yet I dare boast and will not be denide Shee could say that few women can beside Great Aunt and Mother to so many Sonnes Earles Lords and Knights Vertues companions Honourd Countesses Ladies of great worth Our Herraldries cannot the like bring forth Greater her honour could so closely hide Her noble birth-right free from thought of pride Yet was contented in a pious life With one sole husband thou his onely wife Thy patience as a Land marke still doth stand To be a president to this whole Land Bless'd with so many children yet to see That they should all claime aprecedencie Of place before thee but 't is natures will Death both the younge and â—uld alike doth kill Our persons he respects not natures pay Is what she lent us life at our just day Her coate like vertues was un-alterable A dy that never staind un-coulourable No mortall saw her change eve'n such her life Even such a Maide a VVidow and a VVife Her garments and her faith both were one Vnchangeable in love life Religion Her charity like to the Queene of heaven To needy beggers every houre was given They knew their martes and where thy well might buy Sustenance for their meere necessity ' I was not extended barely at the doore Where they that ask'd receiv'de but to the poore Her neighbours who sicke in bed ost lay Through hunger starv'd almost cast away For lacke of succor thither still went shee While she could goe and ease their miserie Happy Cassandra Happy thrise I say Thy Almse deedes never can be tane away One part thou hast th' other still we have Bless'd in thy Birth thy Cradle Life Death and Grave She had her servants harts her tenants praise And never raisd a rent in all her dayes Remarkable signe of goodnesse this age wantes such Tho'ther way they multiply too much My Muse wantes not rare matter but a pen To crowne her with a Glorious Diadem But that shee needes not for her sacred parts Have stellifide her 'bove the reach of arts Nay I dare bouldly to the world proclaime Her likewill scarse be found on earth againe Her braine a Chronicle her minde a volume Her Vertues a pillar her goodnesse a columne For great ones for to build on if goodnes rest In any of thy sexe 't was in thy brest Shee did not hoorde it there but freely gave To any one that askt whaâ— they would have True patterne of the blessed so did shee Who 's ever thirsty was might there drinke free Cassandra mournd to see Troyes misery Thy Troy Cassandra now does mourne for thee And yet those honor'd Branches left behinde Will ever imitate thy nobler minde On Mrs. ELIZABETH WOODVVARD Wife of THOMAS WOODVVARD Esquire THy Countries losse and griefe of minde The â—ame mans hands eyes of the blinde The widowes joyes and cure for griefe The Tennants harts-ease and reliefe Thou Growne of women and good dayes The fatherlesse and orphants praise Thou that inspight of death did'st live To praise his name that long did give Thee being think st thou that thy name Though dead is gone no 't is the same It was and ne 〈…〉 shall wa st away Till all dissolves and Time decay Thou mappe of women and good name Sleepe on with Time rest still with fame Thou which most Scriptures hadâ—st by hart Now hast it for thy better part Marble empounded converts to dust Thy memory can never rust Who ' ere thou be that vewes this herse And with a sad eye reads this herse Know underneath this clod doth ly Eliza of bless'd memory Zealous in life happy in daies Worth all mens loves and Angells praise On Sir HENRY SHERLEY of STAVNTON Baronnet buried at Breedon in Leicester shire VVHy who would thinke it say the passers by That underneath this Marbled stone should ly So rich a treasurie can so small Earth Containe a spirit of so great a birth Can such a slender hill keepe in command Him that could tread o're leagues of his own Land Can honour and worship thus be undertrod And throwne as reliques under a poore clod Weake is the greatest Prince and cannot stand The angry darts of deaths commanding hand For he that treades o're Kingdomes of his owne In some few feet of Earth must be trod downe And therefore Sherley 't was in vaine for thee T' oppose the mastâ—r of a monarchie Let it suffize thy goodnes shall out-live All those inveteracies the world can give Thy love thy learning goodnes merit fame Shall as preservatives live in the name Of thy posterity and may they shine In Saint-like goodnes farre transcending thine That to their fathers name they may gaine praise And centuple their honord mothers dares Thus passenger when thou reflects thine eies Vpon this hill know that here under lies Thrice noble Harrie but all teares are vaine Hee s seated higher then we yet can gaine Waile thou his losse but still say Death is just For Sherley is what all the World once must On that much lamented gentleman Sir HENRY LEIGH of Egginton VVHy droope you Muses have you solely cause To blame the destinies whose fatall lawes Have wrought privation from us tane away Vertues Map like the Meridian day In up-right goodnes I must confesse Great are your griefes mine greater and not lesse Rivers lose course when trilling springs grow dry Life must decay when all our vitalls dy Yet though our bodies fall and spirits passe Our vertues live transparent in the glasse Of our lives steeradge though our losse be great Lend me your aides solemnly to entreat Of your deere losse and mine mine is asmuch And has like Marble a true Nâ—obes touch Three things there are indivisibly plast Which still in order stand first mid'st and last These he was all his parentage goodnes bred A midst he was nobly educated Lastly he was most zealous to his God With lambe-like patience he did beare his rod. Attributing Time tardy 'cause that he No
carride even And questionles hee findes them now in heaven For upright justice is the path that bringes Man to the presence of the Kinge of Kinges He â—uilyes Motto every morne did scan None feedes on justice but the upright man He serv'd our Soveraigne James our lawrell Kinge â—â—ke him that did our Israellâ— gloryes sing He Knight-hood gave him for his Zeale Love Truth And dignifi'd him in his prime of youth Honors doe seldome come without desert For time makes vice or Vertue most apert Truth like a Columne does the one support Time Lawier-like does the other court His Love Zeale Goodnes Truth Piety Strong creditors with Soveraignity So pleas'd our glorious King Charles of same For to investe on him a servants name In his new fabrick in which mystery He ended life in great Tranquillity Which â—â—â—bury the house of Lanâ—aster And Iohn of Gauntes shall evermore everâ— Not coveting honour for the Agardes names But it perpetuating to their fames Muse thou art in a Lab'riuth ' an Maze His Vertues questionles thy spirits daze For thou hast lost thy supine major part Th' unbounded boundlesse goodnes of his heart There Vertue kept her seat Apolles line In his contention was not halfe so fine So true refined and so full of grace The Carde'nall Vertues there strove for a place Thrice happy he that liveing loveing dyes When Vertue strives for due preeminencies This Maxime to his age even from his youth He did prefer friendship goes still with truth Reguardlesse of a tâ—â—e friendes small offence True friendship aimes at perfect eminence Those Centryes where thou liv'dst doe blazon forth Thou liveing had'st their harts now dead thy worth Lives still with them that time cannot decay Till all dissolves and time sweepes all away Thou liv'dst in peace and so dide and like thee May all men goe to true Eternitie On the same IF Marble monuments tell to future daies Th'â—habiters good deedes glories honour praise Why should not thine say something since in thee Goodnes rests to perpe 〈…〉 e Thou had'st a schollers knowledge and best parts And liv'dst sole Mâ— of the liberall Arts Thy goodnes needs hoe testate for thy deedes Like a true Gard'ner rooted 〈◊〉 ill weedes Leaving the supple plantes Herbes and Flowers Befiting coronets of vertues bowres No tribulations ever shooke thy brest Patience did evermore support thy creste Resolvde on that ould Sâ—crates did sing Meekenes ' is the greatst Trophe of a King Where power wantes there Eâ—â—y son'st is knowne But where thine lay thy mercy was most showne Thy love charity liberality Were all express'd in true humility The just mans merits by his deudes are sound The bad mans are like waters cast on ground Thy life unspotted was thy end as cleare As Jupiters in his ascendant spheare The Romans when their famous Consulls dide Petitioned their Oracles to divide Their goodnes 'mongst their kindred so may thine By that meanes they will all be made divine Wert not a sin to wish we should desire Aectias Botles againe for to inspire Fresh life 't is said that they are stuff'd with breath But there 's no conqueror comes after death Ould Faussons joy farewell for there thy name Shall last as long as honour time or fame To thy dead Herse thy honourd friend this gives That love is firmest after death still lives On the pattern of modesty ELIZA TEVERY daughter of GERVASE TEVERY of Staplefoord Esquire VVHy did the Lilly Paunce and Violet weepe The Marigold ere Sun-set in did creepe At whose refiexion she us'd for to rise And at his way-gate to close up her eies Why were the beaten waies with flowers strovvne And set with needy Lazars hanging downe Their mournefull heades why did the Pulpit mourne At if prepared for some Funerall urne And yet the Temple was with garlands hung Of sweeâ— smelling Flowers which might belong Vnto some bridall not heaven knowes the cause T' was otherwise decreed in Natures Lawes Those smelling sweetes with which our sense was fed Were for the buriall of a maiden-head Which made an Antumne just in the mid-spring And all things contrary their birthes to bring Herbs Plants and Flowers contrariously grew Because they now receiv'd not natures devv The needy beggers hung their heads for thee Thou matchlesse Map of maiden modesty From whose faire handes they had an almners pay As often as they met thee every day The sacred Temple where thy holy fires Of incense was powr'd on in chast desires Was thus prepard and deek'd on every side To welcome thee as her sole soveraigne Bride Whose goodnes was inimitable whose vertues shone Like to the Sun in his bright Horizon The maiden vestalls that with watry eies Bore thee to 'th Church for Vesta's sacrifize Were all in white carracts of innocence Prefiguring thy greater eminence So great their losse that with watery eiene They offer teares still to thy Virgin shrine And if that teares sighes or praiâ—es could save thee What would not they expresse now to have thee Sacred divinity allowes of no such wish Therefore emparadie'd soule rest thou in blisse Thy neighbours-â—â—d a share in thy great fall But most thy parents in thy funerall Vnparallel'd piece farewell ther 's no Grace But was transparent in thy maiden face And when thy Virgin blushes did appeare They show'd like Phoebus in our hemâ—â—phere Or like the â—ofie blushes of the morne When he th' enameld Zodiacke does adorne Her tender yeeres were free from hatefull pride Nor were her lookes with red-look'd anger dy'd She had with Martha a most zealous hart But did with Mary choose the better part Her losse was piteous yet lesse to be wailde Since she on Cherubins high heaven scalde Where 'mongst the Hierarohies she sits and sings Sweet Hymenealls with the King of Kings On ould JOHN CVRS'EN of KEDLESTON Esquire IOHN CVRSON Anagramma So I runne on IOHN CVRSONE Anagramma Honour is sure Which Anagrammiâ—de thus 't is cleere and pure So hee ranne on His honour now is sure On the same THy childrens losse and countries praise Thou Crowne of age life and long daies In thee a happines still appeares That could'st tell o're so many yeeres Achilles in thy prime of youth Uâ—sses in thy sager grouth Lib rall yet fiugall foe to none Vertues choise companion Enrich'd with all her sacred partes The Muses friend and nurse of Artes. Earth use him gently for his fate Never livde at under-rate The VVorme scarse so much goodnes joy'd Since the great deluge earth annoy'd Gone is the hospitable cloake And where fire was thers now no smoke Then that in â—ll things did'st excell I wish mee with thee so farewell On that renowned and Hospitable Gentleman JOHN PALMER of Kegworth Esquire SMall briefes containe large matters and By some partes the whole we understand Rich Diamonds though set In lead Are not for worth lesse valued Their sparkleing beauties most are seene When night would hide them with a Skreene Though earth hath hid thee in her wombâ— Yet thy great worth lives in thy tombe Thy goodnes was unparalleld Thy charity by noâ—e excelld Thy bounty learning love and name Are Trophes of thy countries same They have more recordes of thee two For thou did'st that none ells did doe The poore man welcome had from thee Before the rich mans bravery He on thy bounteous Table fed And was with all things cherished Nay Palmer-like thou did'st assay To fetch them in from the high way And with thine owne sleece made and spun Cover the lame the blinde and dumbe The Lazar might not starveingly Thou coverdst his necessity The rich might not the poore oppresse The just mans cause thou didst redresse Thy house was made an hospitall And plenty cride ' y are welcome all The stranger might not thirsty passe For there was Tempors full brim'd glasse Prefiguring his thirsty soule Might be refresh'd but not made fowle As Zephyrs bottles such was his minde Sweet calme and free loveing and kinde Great pity Death did in a rage Send Palmer on a pilgrimage Nere to returne for in his losse He Kegworthes sorrow did engrosse And yet he left a merry one Whose worth 's inferiour to none A Patriot of true deserts A nursing father to all arts All men are Palmers Pilgrime meeke He compass'd earth high Heav'n to seeke The Saints receiv'd him into blisse The earth her Palmer still doth misse FINIS Imprimatur Exaedib Londin Sa. Baker Apr. 22. 1636. Hector Boctiuâ— and Aencaâ— Sylvius in their descriptioâ— of the Rivers of Scotland Tay said to bee the most noble River in Angus Iohannes Major Guiccardine 〈◊〉 Gildas in the Expul of the Danes A most pious Princely gift 100. per Annum and confirm'd by Charter The Lord Rich married the Lady Anne daughter of William Earle of Deton shire Not of him that was the Terror of France though all the rest were brothers of his Line A famous Chappell and the Tombe of his noble ancestours by him erected over her in the Parish Church of Wilne in Derby-shire Being his â—â—der brother To the Lady Bur 〈…〉 ut