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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12792	An elegie on the much lamented death of the Right Honorable Sir Arthur Chichester Knight, Lo. Baron of Belfast, Lo. high Treasurer of Ireland, one of the lords of His Maiesties most Honorable Priuie Counsell, and of the Counsell of Warre. By Alex Spicer..	Spicer, Alexander, b. 1574 or 5.	1643 (1643)	STC 23100; ESTC S117749	6,112	30

AN ELEGIE ON THE MVCH LAMENTED DEATH OF THE RIGHT HONORABLE Sir Arthur Chichester Knight Lo. Baron of Belfast Lo. high Treasurer of Ireland one of the Lords of his Maiesties most Honorable Priuie Counsell and of the Counsell of Warre Honor sequitur fugientem By ALEX. SPICER Printed at London by M.F. for Robert Bird and are to be sold at his shop in Cheapeside at the signe of the Bible 1625. TO THE MOST NOBLE and most Illustrious George Duke of BVCKINGHAME his Grace c. SJr like Parrhasius J haue thought it meete To draw the worke J wrought on in a sheet If your quicke eye discerne vnhandsome feature Where 't was my part to limne a comely creature Daigne to beleeue my Lo. my hand did shake Because much sorrow made my heart to ake Be then your gracious patience as the vaile To couer that wherein my skill did faile Your Graces most submissiue and deuoted Orator ALEX. SPICER An Elegie on the death of my Lord Chichester DEad and before we heard him sicke incline To draw his breath towards that vtmost line Which leads to earth this moues me to enquire Why noble Belfast should so soone expire T' was thus death knew that such a gallant pray Could not be had vnles 't were snatcht away And therefore strucke him in a deadly hower Beyond recouerie by Physitians power But we are bound to fame which keepes aliue This Noble-man whom death would not repriue Dead with sad throbs my fainting spirits trippe In sorrowes maze and by my mournefull lippe My teares make way to tell my heart 't is so And leaue deepe dints like furrowes as they go The twines of all my hopes are riuell'd and Like to some pinnace in no hope to land At any port of safetie altogether I lye exposed vnto wracke of weather The point I aim'd at was vntimely lost Not in March Winds but Februaries frost Noble Belfast I le hugge thine honoured worth That in the warmth of it may issue forth Formes of perfection to expresse thy beautie Or if I faile in that my humble dutie Shall kneele in publike to pin on a Verse With trembling fingers on thy sable Herse Which must be arched high to stand aboue That Lord who filled all the world with loue My muse shall haue in charge to write of him As a noble branch of an ennobled stemme From Chichesters discent he tooke his name And in exchange of it return'd such fame By his braue deeds as to that race shall be A radiant splendor for eternitie For fame shall write this Adage Let it last Like the sweet memorie of my Lord Belfast When once the time of childhood did begin To step aside that youth might enter enter in He went to Oxford that the liberall Arts Might be ennamel to his natiue parts Faire education with good parentage Made all his vertues walke in equipage That they who knew him young presag'd his scope Was euer bending to that Cape of Hope Where Honour rides * He was a Captaine of the ship called the Victorie vnder the command of the Lo. Sheffield employed against the Spanish Inuasion Anno 1587 88. Afterwards he was Captaine and Commander in the Portugall voyage of 200. foot in the Regiment of the Generall sir Fra. Drake 88. and 89. He went with sir Fra. Drake to the West Indies where he was Captain of a Companie of foot and Lieutenant Colonell of a Regiment And in Porterico he set fire of the Admirall of the Spanish Frigats 95. 96. After their return from that voyage he was employed in France being Captain and Lieutenant Colonel of a regiment with sir Th. Baskeruile 96 After his returne out of France he was employed into Ireland with the Earle of Essex c. For after he had seene The Muses he return'd to serue his Queene With armes of valour the report of them May be a Chronicle for so large a theame Requires a booke in Folio not one leafe To shew the homage due to Iosephs Sheafe All bow'd to his and no worth finds extent Beyond the bounds of his whom I lament Graue brane sure pure and like a heauenly star In peace war speech and life was Chichester Renowmed Lord whose noble acts yeeld matter For me to praise and yet abhor to flatter Besides the seuerall voyages which he made Against the Spanish foe which would inuade Our Brittish coast the ciuill warres of France Drew forth our English Scipio to aduance His colours there which he displaid and wonne Honourable knighthood when the fight was done Henrie the 4. of France in gracefull manner Vpon desert confer'd this warlike honour And fame imprints this Character on his shield Knighted by Burbon in the open field Desert neglected droopes encourag'd beares Its motions well as the well ordered Spheares Our minds proue then best actiue when we know Our plants are set where they are like to grow The home-bred flames of France extinct our owne Portend a hot combustion by Tyrone A Traitor who like a Tyger gnawes The wombe which bare him with his bloudy pawes The Queene bestow'd some fauours and he thought Had she done more s'had done but what she ought Through the perspectiue of his fantasie He dream'd he saw his vertues grow so hie That part of Vlster for the great Oneale Was not so fit as was a common-weale So by ambitious proiects look't for gales Which might fill full and yet not rent his sailes Among the valiant chieftaines which were sent To stop the current of his proud intent Came Chichester whose acts did carrie sense And weight of honour with experience His colours flew with such anspitious fate As if that faire Bellona there had sate With wreathes of gold to make a crowne for him Who harboured prowes in each manfull limbe And made him after his victorious triall The Sergeant Maior of the armie royall The Lord Mountioy Lord deputie of that realme Who sate as Pilot in that dangerous healme Wrot to the Lords in England his opinion Touching the safetie of that sicke dominion Because experience taught him oft to learne That boggs and fastnes made the Irish kerne To nestle in the North he did propound That some one man whose iudgement was profound And valour matchles might haue forces readie To curbe the rebells at the first if headie Attempts should moue them to an insurrection Or draw them as they speake to go in action For this imployment so records affirme And I l'e de liuer it in it's proper terme Sir Arthur Chichester is the fittest man Saies he in England or in Ireland can Fame be more copious in her bountie then To praise his worth aboue a world of men That campe had many worthies who suruiue And liue to see their reputation thriue Yet all with samous Mountioy doe agree To write in that of Chichester this is he But now they write he was from whence abound Our flouds of griefe like Spring-tides to surround Tyrone himselfe whose