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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A52132	An elegy vpon the death of my Lord Francis Villiers	Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.	1648 (1648)	Wing M870; ESTC R7661	2,044	10

AN ELEGY VPON THE DEATH OF MY LORD FRANCIS VJLLJERS AN Elegy upon the Death of my Lord Francis Villiers T Is true that he is dead but yet to chuse Methinkes thou Fame should not have brought the news Thou canst discourse at will and speak at large But wast not in the fight nor durst thou charge While he transported all with valiant rage His Name eternizd but cut short his age On the safe battlements of Richmonds bowers Thou wast espyd and from the guilded Towers Thy silver Trumpets sounded a Retreat Farre from the dust and battails sulphry heat Yet what couldst thou have done 't is alwayes late To struggle with inevitable fate Much rather thou I know expectst to tell How heavy Cromwell gnasht the earth and fell Or how slow Death farre from the sight of day The long-deceived Fairfax bore away But untill then let us young Francis praise And plant upon his hearse the bloody bayes Which we will water with our welling eyes Teares spring not still from spungy Cowardize The purer fountaines from the Rocks more steep Destill and stony valour best doth weep Besides Revenge if often quencht in teares Hardens like Steele and daily keener weares Great Buckingham whose death doth freshly strike Our memoryes because to this so like Ere that in the Eternall Court he shone And here a Favorite there found a throne The fatall night before he hence did bleed Left to his Princess this immortall seed As the wise Chinese in the fertile wombe Of Earth doth a more precious clay entombe Which dying by his will he leaves consignd Til by mature delay of time refind The christall metall fit to be releast Is taken forth to crowne each royall feast Such was the fate by which this Postume breathd VVho scarcely seems begotten but bequeathd Never was any humane plant that grew More faire then this and acceptably new 'T is truth that beauty doth most men dispraise Prudence and valour their esteeme do raise But he that hath already these in store Can not be poorer sure for having more And his unimitable handsomenesse Made him indeed be more then man not lesse We do but faintly Gods resemblance beare And like rough coyns of carelesse mints appeare But he of purpose made did represent In a rich Medall every lineament Lovely and admirable as he was Yet was his Sword or Armour all his Glasse Nor in his Mistris eyes that joy he tooke As in an Enemies himselfe to looke I know how well he did with what delight Those serious imitations of fight Still in the trialls of strong exercise His was the first and his the second prize Bright Lady thou that rulest from above The last and greatest Monarchy of Love Faire Richmond hold thy Brother or he goes Try if the Jasmin of thy hand or Rose Of thy red Lip can keep him alwayes here For he loves danger and doth never feare Or may thy tears prevaile with him to stay But he resolv'd breaks carelesly away Onely one argument could now prolong His stay and that most faire and so most strong The matchlesse Chlora whose pure fires did warm His soule and only could his passions charme You might with much more reason go reprove The amorous Magnet which the North doth love Or preach divorce and say it is amisse That with tall Elms the twining Vines should kisse Then chide two such so fit so equall faire That in the world they have no other paire Whom it might seeme that Heaven did create To restore man unto his first estate Yet she for honours tyrannous respect Her own desires did and his neglect And like the Modest Plant at every touch Shrunk in her leaves and feard it was too much But who can paint the torments and that pain Which he profest and now she could not faigne He like the Sun but overcast and pale Shee like a Rainbow that ere long must faile Whose rosiall cheek where Heaven it selfe did view Begins to separate and dissolve to dew At last he leave obtaines though sad and slow First of her and then of himselse to goe How comely and how terrible he sits At once and Warre as well as Love befits Ride where thou wilt and bold adventures find But all the Ladies are got up behind Guard them though not thy selfe for in thy death Th' Eleven thousand Virgins lose their breath So Hector issuing from the Trojan wall The sad Jliades to the Gods did call With hands displayed and with dishevell'd haire That they the Empire in his life would spare VVhile he secure through all the field doth spy Achilles for Achilles only cry Ah ignorant that yet e're night he must Be drawn by him inglorious through the dust Such fell young Villiers in the chearfull heat Of youth his locks intangled all with sweat And those eyes which the Sentinell did keep Of love closed up in an eternall sleep VVhile Venus of Adonis thinks no more Slaine by the harsh tuske of the Savage Boare Hither she runns and hath him hurried farre Out of the noise and blood and killing warre VVhere in her Gardens of Sweet myrtle laid Shee kisses him in the immortall shade Yet dyed he not revengelesse Much he did Ere he could suffer A who le Pyramid Of Vulgar bodies he erected high Scorning without a Sepulcher to dye And with his steele which did whole troopes divide He cut his Epitaph on either Side Till finding nothing to his courage fit He rid up last to death and conquer'd it Such are the Obsequies to Francis own He best the pompe of his owne death hath showne And we hereafter to his honour will Not write so many but so many kill Till the whole Army by just vengeance come To be at once his Trophee and his Tombe FJNJS