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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08177	Atropoïon Delion, or, The death of Delia with the teares of her funerall. A poeticall excusiue discourse of our late Eliza. T.N. G.	Newton, Thomas, gent.	1603 (1603)	STC 18513.5; ESTC S110150	8,028	20

SPERO CEO CHALMERS ESQ F. R. S. S. A. A tropoïon Delion OR The death of Delia With the Teares of her Funerall A Poeticall Excusiue Discourse of our late Eliza. T. N. G. Quis eius oblitus HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE Imprinted at London for W. Iohnes at the signe of the Gunne neare Holborne Conduit 1603. To the right Honorable my Lady Anne Countesse of Darbie now wife to the right Honorable Sir Thomas Fgerton Knight Lord Keeper of the great Seale of England and one of his Maiesties most honorable priuie Counsell RIght Honorable hauing no meanes at all to make knowne the humble affection I beare vnto your good Ladyship but in putting the patronizing of this my poore paines vpon your Honour hoping first for the tender loue you boare to the Delia of my sorrowing you will deigne both to looke ouer it fauour it next for the hartie loue in no little hono kindnesse your La. boare to your humble Seruant my late Vncle Marm. Newton who in the bitter paines of his death discours'd the bountifull affection your La. boare vnto him and what losse he had sustaind in loosing so good a La. and Mistris which corsite inwardly so greeued him that he grew weerie of the World lamenting to his last gaspe that he had not time to preferre me to your Ladiships fauour that his former loue towards you and your three honourable Daughters dying in him might liue in mee And thus hoping that with the remembrance of both your Ladiship will deigne to accept my paines to your fauour in the amplest hope of my desire Your Ladiships deuoted in all humilitie Tho. Newton To the right Honerable my Lady Anne Stanley Lady St 〈…〉 g● A. Siluer flower from your rich orient eyes N. A 〈…〉 e tricking downe tho●e Alpe● where Beautie keepeth Would more adorne the Tombe where Delia lies Since that a Virgin for a Virg●n weepeth Good Lady from your Heart one thought I craue To th●●ke how poore your Delia lyes in Graue And to weepe a teare that will not mooue ye Infortunate was she so deare to loue ye But I dare sweare your eyes haue wept ●ö many That you are not a teare behande with any T. N. To the right Honorable my Lady Francis F. Ainting with sorrow this my youngling Muse R. Equires as much of you for Delias death A. Teare 〈◊〉 eyes that are sorrowes 〈◊〉 N. Euer drops one for one so deare on earth C. Ould all your teares at once be dry distill'd I. Know you would not leaue one drop vnshead S. O deare you lou'd your Delia wrapt in lead T. N. To the right Honorable my Lady Elizabeth E. Yes that before her death did then behold her L. Amentes in flood of teares to loose their seeing I. N yours no lesse I know your teares infoldes her S. O heauie beares your heart her losse of beeing A. Dde one good Lady more at my desire B. Vt for to giue my teares a worthier shade E. Lse shall my hopes and paynes with griefe retire T. Hat for your Sisters sake and yours were made H. Eere with my paynes my bounden heart I giue E. ●●●●o loue a S 〈…〉 y whiles I liue T. N. A POETICALL EXcusiue Discourse of our late ELIZA CASTITAS LAte I sad Angell in an Angels brest Inthroned late in glory state and blisse But now displac't to mourne my throne at rest I see how hrittle state and glory is My vertuous pride so proude was neuer seene Not so preseru'd from blot from breath or staines Or euer was so rich in any Queene As in this Delia whom I thus complaine No strangers eye but weepes that neuer knew her What then can mine that neuer lod'ge without her Or what can D●●●● soules that still did view her Or her chast beautious traine that kept about her Ye Nimphs to her link't all like burnish't amber Why let ye death approch her priuy chamber NYMPHAE MAd in dispaise poore soules we sainting stood Arm'd all with blades of hope speares of praiers Pik't hanging down our haire to shed deaths blood And drench his forces in a sea of teares With stormes of sighs we striu'd to weake his strength And fought with earnest courage on our Knee Yet pale-fac't Hag with creeping dart at length Depriu'd v● wretches of our Deitie When we awak't and w●tcht all sleepie houres That mid-night death eche heauie braine doth couer That end of all vsurping ending powers Rob'd her of life and vs who deare did loue her O Lord why let yee such a one bereaue her That makes vs al disperst mourn weep leaue her HEROES Our Wits that euer were imploy'd to keepe Her sacred person safe and still secure Our Eyes that now vpon her Hearce do weepe Scarce wink 't at all since first shee seem'd vnsure But wandered in our wisedomes arts and skill To finde a meane by all the meanes we could Which meane we found but being mortall still No meane immortall could we finde for gold Wits witlesse thus ceas'd to proceed in paine Eyes eyelesse thus ceas'd to be blinde in seeing Heart heartlesse thus ceas'd longer to maintaine That wrong which had no helpe on earth a beeing O World why didst thou foster such a foe To be chast Delias traytour Cynthias woe MVNDVS I Mourne for Delia for I partly knew her And partly knew her not yet wholly mourne The part that knew her well makes tother rew her And both together waile to be forlorne For in the spacious multitude of me I finde a great defect though one be small The losse of Delias crown'd Virginitie But Delias grace and person most of all In this poore world I differ from the Skies For they inlarge and neuer breake their number And these they w 〈…〉 to thrones eternall rise And th●s● I loose 〈…〉 ' d in claye lye vnder O Earth why did thy wombe beare such a brood That thus remorcelesse 〈◊〉 my Delias blood TERRA DELIA subiect of the worlde lamenting Was such a glorious issue of my wombe In her aboue the rest grew my c 〈…〉 ing But now the mother and her issues tombe Alas too timelesse did I bring her foorth Since shee too timelesse is returnde againe More ioy I tooke to see her liuing worth Then thus in warpping of my Delia slaine Her life how rich a life was it to many The sight of her how rich a comfort blistit How then her death is it not griefe to any Yes griefe with crosse of hopes to them that wisht it Delos I wayle and with mine eyes beweepe her That neither thou nor I hadst tower to keepe her DELOS IF any place of pleasure or delight As Garden Mount or Vale by Riuers side Had fed her vitall spirits with their sight Then would not I haue moorn'd not Delia di'de The whitest seat I had my Delia had it The greenest Palace of my brests support The richest Mount the