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Phyala lachrymarum. Or A few friendly teares, shed over the dead body of Mr Nathaniel Weld Mr of Arts of Emanuel Colledge in Cambridge who in the short journey of his life, died betwene the five and sixe and twentieth yeare of his youth, 1633. Together with sundry choyce meditations of mortalitie.
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Lathum, William.
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PHYALA LACHRYMARUM OR A FEW FRIENDLY Teares shed over the dead Body of Mr Nathaniel Weld Mr of Arts of Emanuel Colledge in Cambridge who in the short journey of his life died betweene the five and sixe and twentieth yeare of his youth 1633. Together with sundry choyce Meditations of Mortalitie Dignus longiore vita nisi quod vita meliore dignus LONDON Printed by R. Y. for George Lathum at the signe of the Bishops head in Pauls Churchyard Anno 1634. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE Thomas LORD Bruce Earle of Elgin THe message sent by those two sorrowfull sisters in the Gospell unto our Saviour with the change onely of one sickly word is the ground of the sad newes which I bring to your Lordship if at least that which is already knowne every where may be called newes the friend whom you loved is dead which is the cause that these few plaintive leaves present themselves to your Lordship in their funerall blackes his true love and affection to mee hath perswaded mee to proclaime my griefe in this manner for the losse of so worthy a deare friend to the world And your Lordships love to him hath prompted me a meere stranger to your Lordship with boldnesse enough without your knowledg to send them abroad under the countenance of your Honourable Name If your Lordship question my over-much daring herein in fastening my poore scriblets upon your Protection I have nothing to say for my self in excuse but to flye behind the traverse of his Name where your Lordship will be pleased either to see no faults at all or willingly to over-see them To this my simple memoriall of him I have as a poore Post-script added diverse Emblemicall Essayes which for mine owne private entertainment of idle houres I have long since at severall times composed and layd by mee amongst many other of severall subjects unseene of any save of him whose absence I now lament which seeing they received approbation from him I am the more confident to adventure to your Lordships hands and next to the publike view especially conceiving within my self that it will not seeme altogether unsuitable or improper after the naming of a particular friend to fall into some few short discourses of friends and friendship in generall neither after the lamentation for a lost friend to let fall some scattering meditations of death by whom this so deere friend is reaved from the sweet communion of so many his good friends who doe still love him and misse him The conclusions which I have fetcht out of these Italian proverbiall maximes I must confesse are but as the first faint drops which Chymists are wont to extract out of pretious Simples and Mineralls through an earthen Limbecke or a Bolts-head of brittle glasse at the best and so of themselves neither greatly usefull or pleasant but as it is in the Proverbe Chi beve vino beve sangue al meno quadagna il colore he that drinks wine drinkes blood at least hee gaines the colour cleere to himselfe so this my collection of so many elegant Proverbs in a language so delightfull standing in the front of my barren conceits like a curious nosegay of fragrant flowers with their stemmes hid in the hollow cane of a silly fennell-stalk may hope to win favour acceptance for the pleasant sent which they bring with them the Diamond by being set on a dark dull foile losing yet none of the naturall worth though much of that pretious lustre which Art could have added unto it And thus having given up this account of my selfe to your Lordship and fearing to adde prolixitie to my boldnesse I humbly commend my selfe and my worthlesse paines to your Lordships pardon and acceptance in the one applealing to the goodnesse of your owne Noble Nature the other beseeching you to vouchsafe mee for his sake for whose I have herein cast my selfe upon the necessitie of craving your Lordships favour and pardon and so rest By your Honour Of no use to be commanded Of no worth to be intreated W. LATHUM Flete meos casus HOw can I choose but dolefully complaine Unto each gentle eare and tender minde The sorrie accident that doth constraine My heart to scald with sighs of strangled wind And eyes to drown in their own dreery drain Who sees a field sowne with all sorts of graine Some newly springing up some spindled new Some goodly blooming others in the wane Hanging their tydie eares of yellow hewe Downe to the earth from whence at first they grew Then sees belive a thriftlesse husbandman Passe by the aged croppe which cumbers ground And hinders that no other prosper can While with his corbed sickle hee reapes downe The fresh young stalkes whose joynts with sap abound Such one comparing this sad uncouth sight The root of my complaint may reade aright Tu quibus ista leges incertum est Lector ocellis Ipse equidem siccis scribere non potui ELEGIA INTRODUCTOria in Lachrymas sequentes Scarce is amongst a thousand dayes one day So fortunate and luckie every way But that in compasse of those twice twelve howres Some one or other lucklesse chance devours Or some of all from all in generall Or all at once from some in speciall And every state one thing or other meet That mingles gall and aloes with their sweet Each where I heare complaint and most lament On every side of losse and detriment Husbands the wives the wives their husbands losse Parents their child children their parents crosse Brothers for sisters death are discontent Sisters for brothers these do those lament Merchants their ships shepheards do lose their sheep Some waile the losse of what they cannot keepe I none of these but I have lost a friend Time may all else but not this losse amend Which losse whoever suffer understand What 't is to be depriv'd of their right hand To have a legge cut off an eye put out And live a creeple to be led about A maimed-uselesse man at once bereft Of outward strength and inward joy so left A wandring Pilgrim in a land unknown Injur'd of all because belov'd of none This leglesse eyelesse handlesse man am I All these I lost when he from mee did die All yee that chance if any chance to reed These sorry lines of mine if yee indeed Of such like friend be sped as I him vant In this selfe-loving Age ah very scant Their patronage and mine I you commend For yee can truly value such a friend Your tender gentle hearts can entertaine A quicke impression of anothers paine And nimbly can at halfe a word resent The weight and burden of their discontent And passionate your loft compassion is And tender unto all that is amisse For love of that which is to you most leefe Come all yee as my seconds to my griefe Lend mee your teares and sighs to furnish out The wofull worke which I am now about And if such chance you ever doe mischance As God
children too Simply to cozen and deceive is bad And is of all good men in hatred had But to deceive a friends especiall trust Of all else 't is a thing the most unjust Now though it be a thing that neere concernes My selfe and thy best friends yet my heart yernes And I am loath remembring what thou wast Any the least aspersion here to cast Upon thy credit tender and precize To hurt what living thou so deere didst prize But thou this merchant art mine owne deere NAT And when wee saw thee thrive and full of that Rich merchandize of Honestie and Grace Of Goodnesse and a dainty diapaze Of sweete harmonious worth and vertues rare elsewhere to finde and which few men do care To trafficke for thereof wee were so faine And sure so should if 't were to doe againe And very fond that eftsoones wee brought forth And ventur'd all with thee that wee were worth Our liking our affection yea our heart And our best love wee did to thee impart But when our time of hoped gaine once came With injurie enough and thy much blame Thou for preferment in a better world Gav'st us the slip and our care quite off hurl'd Leaving us poore and bankerout hereby Yea and thou hast undone us utterly Sith all our Stocke thou dost with thee retaine And wee nought left have to begin againe And though wee had yet sith thou prov'st unjust Mine owne heart root wee know not whom to trust Yet would thou hadst but liv'd I dare well say Thou wouldst have paid while thou hadst ought to pay How ere it joyes my heart to thinke as I Live in thy debt that thou in mine didst die And howsoever I thee thus have shent Yet sith thou didst but what all would content Are wee to sit downe by our losse could wee But see thee now and then and talke with thee As we were wont our losse would feeme the lesse But sith our case is quite remedilesse And we have no meanes left to get our owne But to pursue thee whither thou art gone Though say wee so should doe thou wouldst alledge To put us off that places priviledge Whence 't would be harder to compell thee then I' th Temple Hall t' arrest a thousand men Therefore for my part I let fall my suit With promise henceforth nere to prosecute So though through griefe and creve-coeur my heart Within mee die to thinke that wee must part Yet till our next and happie enterview I take my leave now worthy WELD adieu Farewell deere NAT five hundred times farewell Who as thy names few letters say dost dwell Where now thy Maker thou hast long beheld Who by his power Heaven and earth doth weld In namelesse peace and joyes more manifold Than by my worthlesse tongue can ere be told Take this small tribute of my love to thee In retribution of thy love to mee I to thy ingenuitie appeale T' accept this 〈◊〉 handfull of course barly-meale And these darke grains of bay-salt pray thee hold In worth from him who better would if could Could my abilitie reach thy desert The World should know what manner man thou wert Suffice it mee that thus my hearts true love However homely I to thee approve Nathlesse how ever meane in losse of sleepe And many private teares I did them steepe With much adoe together them to save Till I could sprinkle them upon thy grave Excuse mee here that so unorderly My flaggie Muse thus in and out doth flie Indenting to and fro her winding course Much like the brooke once parted from his source My griefe of this disorder is the cause And no disorder ever keeps the Lawes For griefe like love from reason loves to swerve And keepes no meane ne measure will observe And sith my plaints for thee whom I so misse Unto thy happinesse injurious is And bootlesse is for mee to thinke and vaine With teares thee hither to recall againe And sith I cannot more as I wont walke And talke with thee yet oft of thee to talke It joyes my heart and much it comforts mee To name thee to my selfe whom more I may not see Receive this payment and what I owe more As more I knowledge must run on the score Yet hee that payes both what and when hee can Which comforts me is held an honest man Much would my love say more but howsoere Thy worth an everlasting subject were And with fresh matter could beget my braine Nathlesse my griefe doth barren make my vaine And shuts up my conceit that I can say No more save Ah alack and welladay And woe is mee with such like poore rhyme And windie interjections spend the time Therefore farewell I ne're so blest shall bee As to repaire this my deere losse in thee A man amongst ten thousand and a frend Worthy this pretious name so I commend My love to thee and thee for ever blest To God and thine eternall happie rest Thus having now perform'd his Obsequies With thankes unto you all if please arise And for this time your farther plaints surcease Arise yee Mourners all 't is time I you release Sit voluisse Sat valuisse MEDITATIONES QUAEDAM DE AMICITIA DE VITAE FRAGILITATE DE MORTE ET DE ANIMA IVSTVS VIVET FIDE DEVS PROVIDEBIT יהוה RY LONDONI Excudebat R. Y. impensis G. Lathum M.DC.XXXIV MEDITATIONES DE VITAE FRAGILITATE Ricordarsi il Ben Doppia la Noia A Gentle frend by way of comfort said Unto a father that did sadly waile His sons deer losse Ah Sir be once apaid Sith all your mourning nothing can prevaile Why that 's the thing because I nought availe That I quoth hee so sore his death lament Oh that my memorie of him could faile But like Lots wife our eyes still backe are bent Upon those joyes which erst wee held most leefe The thought of which doth double present greefe Perdre un Amico fidele è sopra o'gni dolore OF all the cares and humane miserie Which from the Cradle to the Beere attend Is none of all can touch a man more nigh Than the hard losse of true approved frend To whom thy fortune doth not thee commend But rich or poore thy winter and thy spring Hee all alike doth tender to the end Each bird while summer lasts will sweetly sing But constant Red-brest pipes his chearefull notes When frost and storms dams th'others glozing throats Ben ama chi non oblia NO Gyants hand no instrument of Art No Anchor in the sea tenacious beene As Love and Hate once rooted in the heart The strange effects of both are daily seene Right strong they either are yet beeing greene But when they once waxe old no power or force Sufficient is to interpose betweene He never hated who can feele remorse And in that heart love is but shallow set Which time or place can make a friend forget Un huomo d'ogni hora. Homo omnium horarum