Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	earl_n	robert_n	viscount_n	16,276	5	11.7158	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A89399	A mournfull elegie, in pious and perpetuall memory of the most honourable, Robert, Earle of Essex and Evve, Viscount Hereford, Lord Ferrers of Chartley, Bourchier, and Lovaine, late Lord chiefe Generall of all the Parliaments forces, who exchanged his life Septemb. 14. 1646.	J. B.	1646 (1646)	Wing M2986A; ESTC R232169	8,184	22

A Mournfull Elegie In pious and perpetuall Memory of the most Honourable ROBERT Earle of ESSEX and EVVE Viscount Hereford Lord Ferrers of Chartley Bourchier and Lovaine late Lord chiefe Generall of all the Parliaments Forces who exchanged his Life Septemb. 14. 1646. LONDON Printed for Thomas Banks 1646. For the Tombe-Stone PAying a tribute teare admitted be To view this cover of Mortalitie Which because fifty odd years it did detaine A heavenly soul within its earthly chaine Within this heap of stones is doom'd to be Till time submit unto eternitie Which notwithstanding when you see it have This Marble Statue say it is a Grave Whose out-side howsoever faire it be The inside's putrifi'd deformitie This penance ended ' cause it once was blest In entertaining so divine a Ghuest In glorious forme it shall presented be To heavens unknown joyes by the Majestie Of God himself there let his blest soule rest Till that his body be with glory blest An Elegie on the death of the most honourable Earle of ESSEX TO shadow sorrow seek not tears of brine For that 's a womans Rhetorique not mine I may paint part of grief but cannot cry The tide 's too great to drop out misery Whole floods of tears must like a Cataract Gush and affright when I my sorrowes act Shallow streams mutter silent are the deep My flood her flood gate breakes if I do weep Then come Melpomene with thy graving pen Sink deep into the iron hearts of men What they are sencelesse of array my Verse With accents sadder then this sable Herse Let every sine my dull braine shall afford Rend one good heart at least let every word Gaine one poor soule t' accompany to blisse This lamp of light that here ecclipsed is To shine in heaven a traine see that he have T' attend him there greater then to his grave Attends his corps or if my words may move None else that do so well his vertue love Then let my captiv'd soule infranchis'd be To passe with his unto eternitie If earth-dull'd spirits such height cannot aspire Then for Associates let the heavenly Quire Of Angells guard him and his Requiem sing Where unmasqu'd joy and perfect musicke ring His happie entrance S. John Brooke Hambden be Ready to waite with best observancie On his approach But say Malignant death What caused thee so soon to stop his breath Was it that I thy cruelty might find Or th' generall hate thou bear'st to all man-kind To glut thy intralls all-devouring grave Thou mightst have tane some wretch whom need A corner in the concave of thy womb makes crave And have made that not him to fill the tomb Of thy inveterate malice our hearts griefe Could none suffice thee but the Chiefest Chiefe Of all our Sex Must Jems of such esteem Give lustre to thy hated Diadem Or was it because things of greatest price Unfit for earth inhabit must the skies If it were so yet for a little space Thou might'st have spared him till of his race One branch had issued forth not at one time Have crop'd both fruit and tree even in the prime Of all his glory when th' admiring world Upon his goodnesse every eye had hurld When hope lay bedrid and all comfort dying When cruelty her self sate almost crying When neighbouring worlds his glory most envi'd Then Englands honour Europes wonder di'd Which us to checke the charitable skies Embalme him with rich tears sent from bright eyes As if just heaven were pleas'd that he should have A second Deluge to attend his grave What sad events have happened since his death Since much lov'd Essex was depriv'd of breath No day nor night hath past nay scarce and houre In which heaven hath not pleas'd to send a shower Of tears to celebrate his obsequies Which men should pay from over-flowing eies Storms have produced shipwracks shipwracks dearth Of food and fuell from the teeming earth Bread-corn and firing both are dearer sold As if with him all charity were grown cold As if the axill-tree of the world should crack Which Atlas-like he bore upon his back Our Kingdomes being in a tottering State God by his hand the same did regulate Prop and uphold which now at six and seven Again do hang as if not swaid by heaven The Kings best friend and eke the Kingdoms too Who loving both to neither could be foe The Clergies Patron and the Souldiers glory Both read him and admire him in his storie Germans both high and low lament with me That Spain and France joyes in your miserie Occasion'd through his fall that Schismatiques Tub-Preachers Anabaptists Heretiques The Independents Antinomians Papists The Brownists and which worst of all the Atheists Begin to glory In thy triumph death Thou might'st have spared his and stopt my breath Thy cruelty had then been kindnesse stil'd And death to man-kind had been reconcil'd Those few among the multitude of men That wish me well had Trophies to thee then Erected and instead of bitter Layes Thou hadst been crown'd with Encomiastike bayes Me that am weary of a wretched life Neglected friendlesse all compos'd of griefe Thou givest leave to see my Lords sad death And after him to draw abhorred breath Him that was happy in all things under heaven By God or nature might to him be given Helpfull t' all open-handed unto merit Sober in carriage of an humble spirit Him that like God of War in conquering field His brandisht sword ne're force of foe made yeeld Him hast thou taken away and me hast left To moan his losse of so much good bereft Could nothing serve thy wrath for to appease To spare his life and breed our Kingdomes ease Could not the plaints of Peers the Commons fears The Churches supplications souldiers tears His sisters scorching sighs his kindreds groans The clamour of his friends his servants moans The votes of Parliament the orphans cries The poors Petitions nor the weeping eies Of widowes move th' impartiall hand to dart Thy death-wing'd arrow at some others heart They could not why because his prayer was That he might be dissolv'd with Christ to passe From hence to heaven where most victorious he In triumph treads on sin and destinie Hadst thou with judgements eye but once beheld His most Majestike face it would have queld Thy fearelesse rage as often it hath done When Mars himself did smile on Mars his sonne Let Edgehill-Fight and Glocester witnesse be The famous battell fought at Newberie And thousand Trophies more of victory Of prowess and of magnanimitie By him obtain'd had his unlimited soule In other Lands been suffered fans controule To actuate what he at home hath done It had appear'd more glorious then the Sun 'T was he made smooth the rigid path of war 'T was he that did remove the enemy far From our Avenues Others did but build On his foundation he first gain'd the field Yet was he sleighted scoffed scorn'd and jeer'd By those that lov'd him not those he not fear'd