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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	earl_n	knight_n	sir_n	59,280	5	6.9270	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A90649	Capellus virbius, sive redivivus: or, A monument erected in severall elegies to the memory of the right honourable and noble Arthur Lord Capell, Baron of Hadham And his excellent lady, the Lady Elizabeth Capell dowager.	Philipot, Thomas, d. 1682.	1662 (1662)	Wing P1992; ESTC R230086	4,486	14

Capellus Virbius SIVE REDIVIVUS OR A MONUMENT Erected in Severall ELEGIES To the Memory of the Right Honourable and Noble Arthur Lord Capell Baron of Hadham And His Excellent Lady the Lady Elizabeth Capell Dowager LONDON Printed by Roger Vaughan dwelling in St. Martins le Grand 1662. To the Right Honourable Arthur Earle of Essex Baron of Hadham AND Sir Henry Capell Knight of the Bath Sons to the ever-honoured Arthur Lord Capell Most Excellent Brothers THough it be Unlawfull to offer up Sacrifices to the Dead yet license mee to sacrifice these Elegies to the Remembrance of your ever-Honoured and never-to-be forgotten Parents and permit mee to make the Name of CAPELL an Altar though not the Tomb. I must confesse had not the Importunity of Friends concenter'd in a numerous Addresse and the particular Obligations by which my Service is entituled to your Family engag'd me to devote these narrow Testimonies of my Zeal to the Scrutiny and Inspection of the Publique they had been for ever folded up in their own Oblivion Least therefore I might seem Ungratefull or at least Unfruitfull I have adventur'd to drop this Earnest of my Affection on these Noble Reliques not hoping by this to add any perpetuity to those which will in future Ages stand both Brasse to the Tomb and Marble to the Stone but only as a Symboll of that Acknowledgement I owe to two Names of such an Eternal Duration Indeed I never did believe that these Poems could contract an estimate from any intrinsique Value resident in themselves but only as they were offer'd up at the Tombes of those Worthy Persons to whose Memory they were Originally Consecrated Suffer then these Monuments of a Zealous Gratitude to give themselves up to your view since you may be ascertained that they issue from one whose Study it is that his Practise may be how he may declare himself The Humblest of your Servants Thomas Philipot Capellus Virbius SIVE REDIVIVUS OR A Monument erected in several ELEGIES To the Memory of the Right Honourable and Noble Arthur Lord Capell Baron of Hadham AN ELEGY AS when the 〈◊〉 ●gilt with its borrowed Fires And tinsell'd o're with the Suns light expires Dialls then only when the Day is done Declare their use and shew there was a Sun So now that Flame which did in Capell burne Is like some Meteor shrunk into his Urne This cheap and narrow Tribute of my Verse Which I have dar'd to fasten on his Hearse May like some Dyal now his Light is set Stand to his Name a fixed Alphabet And since his Thread which was so firmly spun Is by rude Hands unravell'd and undone In me if any Vigor seem to dawn 'T is but by him a Faint Resemblance drawn And if in Me the Pulse of Phansy beat With any Masculine or active Heat 'T is but a Beam shot from that nobler Fire Which did his Breast at once warm and inspire Unrip the Quarries then and reconcile Marble Jet Brass and Jasper in one Pile And fix the Gaudy and Magnifique Stone Upon the Dust and Rottennesse of one Whose Name perchance will moulder and consume Amidst his Nard Balm Spicery and Perfume Brave Capells Tombe's beyond the Reach of Art His Monument's Establish'd in each Heart When he shall stand from Times Impression safe Unto himself Both Urne and Epitaph Let Scholars here and Souldiers both combine And mix in a full Quire about his Shrine Since both in him did vigorously unite The Scholar did advise the Souldier fight So that of Him it might be truly said He had an Heart yet did not want an Head For both in Him appear'd so close Compact His Head consulted ere his Heart did act His Epitaph first by his Sword was made Enroll'd in Characters that hardly fade Insculp'd in every Hospital it stands Writ in disbanded Legs or banish'd Hands Then 't was rescrib'd and copied out agen And written something fairer by 〈◊〉 Pen For in his Monuments of Brain we see H 'as rear'd to himself both Tombe and Elegy Which to such comely shape and frame are brought And yet with such a Marble Phansy wrought That in these Trophies he shall live as long As Time shall weild a Sithe or Fame a Tongue Obsequies offered up to the Memory of the ever Renowned and never to be Forgotten ARTHUR Lord CAPELL Written 1649. DO paddle still in Blood for 't is not strange Now if your thirsty dropsi'd Blades do range O're the whole stock of Man or that they spread To Trunck and Boughs since they 've lop't off the Head For since the KING who like one general Soul Did through each nerv and agile muscle rowl And like some publick Conduit did dispence To every Vein both Sap and Influence Shine's in His Crown of Martyrdome above Gilt and enamel'd with the Beams of Love The Cement thus unfix't and slack't we must Needs languish into shuffled heaps of Dust And as in Bodies where the Head is lop't From off the weeping Stem som Spirits drop't From that great Magazine into each part And left as Legacies unto the Heart Contract the Joynts and Hands then make them spread As if they catch't at the dislodging Head So after this vast Ruin though the Frame Of Nature were both discompos'd and lame Yet in this crippled Structure there might bee Som starts and leaps which flow'd brave Lord from Thee On whom as som not yet discovered Sours Which doth to th'suppled Earth fresh Sap disburs And through her veins melt's in a purling rill Th' expiring KING His Vigor did distill And as som sullen Vapor which was spun From th' Earth's course Wardrobe by the glaring Sun To som wilde Meteor hover's in the Air And on each Cloud shed's its unravel'd hair But wanting Active Heat to waft it higher Doth in dull Slime and sluggish Mists exspire So before CAPELL was like th' early Flower Which Ruder Hands tore from the Mangled Bower Rent from His Bleeding stalk we might perchance Like vapors wing'd with His brave heat advance Above the Common-level yet but now His Flames shot-up no new supply t allow We crumble shall to Ruin streight and run Into a wilde Precipitation And as when Morning from the Azure Towers Powr's out the day and pluck's out th' unfledg'd hours The Earth unlock's its womb each flower unweav's Its Odorous tresses and untie's its leavs That so they may be spangled by that blaze That from the blooming Sun 's gilt lustre stray's So now that He like a new-budded Star That stud's the Orb 's above doth from a far Point out his Beams to us let their clear Light Steer us through the perplexed maze of Night And our benum'd and frozen Souls so thaw He may both our Example be and Law For though that Man 's a world within himself In Him no Passion swell'd into a Shelf To split His even thoughts no Rock of Pride Did intercept or justle the free Tide Of well-poiz'd Actions and no Mountain there Was