Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	john_n	sir_n	viscount_n	32,713	5	12.1426	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14870	A monumental columne, erected to the liuing memory of the euer-glorious Henry, late Prince of Wales. . . By Iohn Webster	Webster, John, 1580?-1625?; Tourneur, Cyril, 1575?-1626. Three elegies.	1613 (1613)	STC 25174; ESTC S101831	6,053	18

A MONVMENTAL COLVMNE Erected to the liuing Memory of the euer-glorious HENRY late Prince of Wales Virgil. Ostendent terris hunc tantum fata By IOHN WEBSTER LONDON Printed by N. O. for William Welby dwelling in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the Swan 1613. TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE SIR ROBERT CARRE VISCOVNT Rochester Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter and one of his Maiesties most Honourable Priuy Councell MY Right Noble Lord I present to your voidest leasure of Suruey these few sparkes found out in our most glorious Prince his ashes I could not have thought this worthy your view but that it aimes at the preseruation of His fame then which I know not any thing but the sacred liues of both their Maiesties and their sweete Issue that can be dearer vnto you Were my whole life turned into leasure and that leasure acccompanied with all the Muses it were not able to draw a Map large enough of him for his praise is an high-going sea that wants both shore and bottome Neither do I my Noble Lord present you with this night-peece to make his death-bed still floate in those compassionate riuers of your eyes you haue already with much lead vpon your heart sounded ●oth the sorow Royal and your Owne O that care should euer attaine to so ambitious a Title Onely heere though I dare not say you shall find him liue for that assurance were worth many kingdomes yet you shall perceiue him draw a little breath such as giues vs comfort His Critticall day is past and the glory of a new life risen neither subiect to Physicke nor Fortune For my defects in this vndertaking my wish presents it selfe with that of Martials O vtinam mores animumque effingere possem Pulcrior in terris nulla tabella foret Howsoeuer your protection is able to giue it noble lusture and bind me by that honour able courtesy to be euer Your Honours truely deuoted seruant IOHN WEBSTER A FVNERAL ELEGY THe greatest of the Kingly Race is gone Yet with so great a reputation Layd in the earth we cannot say hee 's dead But as a perfect Diamond set in lead Scorning our foyle his glories do breake forth Worne by his Maker who best knew his worth Yet to our fleshly eyes there does belong That which we thinke helps griefe a passionat tongue Me thinkes I see mens hearts pant in their lips We should not grieue at the bright Sunnes Ecclips But that we loue his light So trauellers stray Wanting both guide and conduct of the day Nor let vs striue to make this sorrow old For wounds smart most when that the bloud growes cold If Princes thinke that Ceremony meet To haue their corps imbalm'd to keepe them sweet Much more they ought to haue their Fame exprest In Homer though it want Darius Chest To adorne which in her deserued Throne I bring those colours which Truth calles her owne Nor gaine nor praise by my weake lines are sought Loue that 's borne free cannot be hir'd nor bought Some great inquisitors in nature say Royall and Generous formes sweetly display Much of the heauenly vertue as proceeding From a pure essence and elected breeding How ere truth for him thus much doth importune His forme and vertue both deseru'd his fortune For 't is a question not decided yet Whether his Mind or Fortune were more great Me thought I saw him in his right hand weild A Caduceus in th' other Pallas shield His minde quite voyd of ostentation His high erected thoughts look't downe vpon The smiling valley of his fruitfull heart Honour and Curtesie in euery part Proclaim'd him and grew louely in each lim He well became those vertues which grac'd him He spread his bounty with a prouident hand And not like those that sow th' ingratefull sand His rewards followed reason nere were plac't For ostentation and to make them last He was not like the mad and thriftlesse Vine That spendeth all her blushes at one time But like the Orange tree his fruits he bore Some gather'd he had greene and blossomes store Wee hopt much of him till death made hope erre Wee stood as in some spacious Theater Musing what would become of him his flight Reacht fuch a noble pitch aboue our sight Whilst he discretly wise this rule had wonne Not to let fame know his intents till done Men came to his Court as to bright Academies Of vertue and of valour all the eies That feasted at his Princely exercise Thought that by day Mars held his launce by night Minerua bore a torch to giue him light As once one Rhodes Pindar reports of old Soldiers expected 't would haue raign'd down gold Old husbandmen 1'th Country gan to plant Lawrell in steed of Elme and made their vaunt Their sons and daughters shold such Trophies weare When as the Prince return'd a Conquerer From Forraine Nations For men thought his star Had markt him for a iust and glorious war And sure his thoughts were ours he could not reade Edward the blacke Princes life but it must breed A vertuous emulation to haue his name So lag behind him both in Time and Fame Hee that like lightning did his force aduance And shook to th' Center the whole Realm of France That of warme bloud open'd so many sluces To gather and bring thence sixe Flower de Luces Who ne're saw feare but in his enemies flight Who found weak nūbers conquer arm'd with right Who knew his humble shadow spread no more After a victory then it did before Who had his breast instated with the choice Of vertues though they made no ambitious noise Whose resolution was so fiery still It seem'd he knew better to die then kill And yet drew Fortune as the Adamant Steele Seeming t' haue fixt a stay vpon Her wheele Who iestingly would say it was his trade To fashion death-beds and hath often made Horror looke louely when i' th' fields there lay Armes and legges so distracted one would say That the dead bodies had no bodies left He that of working pulce sicke France bereft Who knew that battailes not the gaudy show Of ceremonies do on Kings bestow Best Theaters t'whom naught so tedious as Court ●port That thought all faun's and ventoies of the Court Ridiculous and loathsome to the shade Which in a March his wauing Ensigne made Him did He striue to imitate and was sorry Hee did not liue before him that his glory Might haue bene his example to these ends Those men that followed him were not by-friends Or letters prefer'd to him he made choice In action not in complementall voice And as Marcellus did two Temples reare To Honour and to Vertue plac't so neare They kist yet none to Honours got accesse But they that past through Vertues So to expresse His VVorthinesse none got his Countenance But those whom actuall merite did aduance Yet alas all his goodnesse lies full low O Greatnesse what shall we compare thee to To Giants beasts