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A11194	The tvvo famous pitcht battels of Lypsich, and Lutzen wherein the ever-renowned Prince Gustavus the Great lived and died a conquerour: with an elegie upon his untimely death, composed in heroick verse by John Russell, Master of Arts, of Magdalene Coll. in Cambridge.	Russell, John, d. 1688.; Russell, John, d. 1688. Elegie upon the death of the most illustrious and victorious Prince Gustavus Adolphus King of Swethland &c. aut	1634 (1634)	STC 21460; ESTC S116282	35,062	94

GUSTAVE ADOLPHE Roy de Suede Tué à la Bataille de Lutz ente 16. g. bre 1632 agé de 3● ans THE Tvvo Famous Pitcht Battels of LYPSICH AND LUTZEN Wherein the ever-renowned Prince GUSTAVUS THE GREAT lived and died a Conquerour WITH AN ELEGIE UPON his untimely death composed in Heroick Verse By JOHN RUSSELL Master of Arts of Magdalene Coll. in CAMBRIDGE Me castra juvant lituo tubae Permistus sonitus belláque matribus Detestata Printed by the Printers to the Vniversitie of CAMBRIDGE 1634. And are to be sold by Philip Scarlet AD NOBILISSIMVM SUUM PATRONUM EPIGRAMMA TV mihi sis Phoebus mea sit tibi Luna libellus Quem facis en radiis ipse micare tuis Sidereos volui titulos nomina clara Supremâ in nostri figere parte libri Quò possent plenè suffundere luce coruscâ Quaelibet in scriptis inferiora meis Jam mea si Livor contorto lumine spectet Carmina percussus sydere mutus erit TO THE RIGHT NOBLE TRUELY VALOUROUS AND HEROICK GENTLEman WILLIAM Lord CRAVEN BARON of Hampsteed MARSHALL c. RIGHT HONOVRABLE THe ardent affection wherewith the best sublimest Spirits have ever embraced the Sonnes of the Muses is not in any example so apparent as in that matchlesse pattern of true Valour and Magnificence ALEXANDER the Great who having finisht the Conquest of Persia and hearing every day of more Victories did thus expresse his sorrow and discontented affection Think you to please me with any news unlesse ye can tell me that HOMER is alive again Such was his ambitious love to Poetrie Under protection of this invincible example I boldly make my Approaches My Lines are alreadie drawn and perfected whereby I am resolved to attempt your Lordships Favour and I hope I shall winne the same without any danger or repulse Yet do I not think to carrie it by any advantageous surprise or forcible irruption but onely by a free and voluntarie yeelding which you may easily perform without any derogation to your Honour and Valour And seeing now my speech is to a Souldier give me leave in that little that I have to speak to keep the same dialect Forasmuch as I am now to expose my self to a World of Enemies I thought it fit to marshall these my lines after a warlike order I have prefixed the approbations of my judicious in the front of this Book to be as it were a Vantguard Then followes in the middle my own Poem which I account as the Main and upon this I do most of all relie Then I have reserved in the last place some few Elegiack Verses which because they have alreadie past the Pikes of sharpest censures and come off cleare in the judgement of the world I make them my last refuge and have placed them as you may see in the Rear In this order I stand readie to receive the assaults of envious Carpers and curious Criticks I do not stand in any fear of your Honourable acceptation and gracious interpretation of these my labours The name and subject of my Book which is GVSTAVVS Battels is enough to assure me from all doubts suspicions Seeing you have not thought much to spend your best bloud in defence of his cause I cannot think you will be backward to patronize the memorie of his Name The unfeigned Admirer of your Heroick Vertues JOHN RUSSELL To the Candid Reader LEst any Cynicall Critick should compare my book to the Town of Mindas which being but a small Citie was notwithstanding beautified with stately gates I am in this respect forced to Apologize for my self and my learned Friends who have adorned this small volume of mine with their ample Approbations Know then Courteous Reader that I could not subtract these Encomiasticks without apparent wrong to the subject of my Book for you shall finde that they have imitated that cunning Engraver who had with such art inwrought his own Image with the Image of Minerva that they could not be separated without defacing of both so have my Friends here interwoven my most undeserving Name with the sublime praises of GUSTAVUS that the one cannot be separated from the other without manifest disfiguring of the Poem Besides there are some that are more delighted with brief concise Epitomes then with larger Treatises these Verses which I have premised seem to have contracted that which I have more amply handled the Honour and Praise of GUSTAVUS the Great And to conclude that which these Criticks would fain make an argument of arrogance and ostentation seems to me a perspicuous testimonie of my timorousnesse and modestie in that I dare not enter into the world without so many to guard me and usher me the way Farewell J. R. TO HIS FRIEND THE AVTHOVR IN DEFENCE OF HIS Heroick Poem WHat wilt thou answer Poet for this wrong To make a King thy Subject and thy Song A King whose Fame and long-liv'd actions scarce Can be contain'd in measure of a verse O inconsiderate Muse Of him is' t fit That every budget brain and common wit Should write a farthing Pamphlet Every one At 's death can have a verse in brasse and stone Thus will censorious Criticks talk and those That th' Empire claim of Poetrie and Prose Yet care not Once GVSTAVVS was a scoffe And Tinker call'd at last came bravely off He clipt the Eagles wings and took from thence A quill for thee Fabritius art thou since Silent Go take thy pen grave Doctour write Thy Muse methinks this Poem might excite J. PULLEN Fellow of Magd. Coll. TO HIS FRIEND THE AVTHOVR of this Heroick Poem I Nothing finde unhappie in thy Book But what 's not thine the subject When I look Upon thy Muse and finde it full of bloud Yet I conclude thy Vein is sound and good And shall live long by that which is not thine But lively represented in thy line That Hero's death thou dost with life declare And in that which thou giv'st thou 'lt surely share R. BULKLEY Fellow of S. Johns Coll. To my Friend Master RUSSELL upon this ensuing Poem of the King of Swedens Battels 'T Was a Proud Greek whose vast Ambition Pin'd for new Worlds who vow'd his Counterfeit Should be pourtraid on pain of death by none But best Apelles Pride surnam'd him Great And 't was a prouder Tuscan misemployd His dying thoughts about his Elegie Charging his Marble might be rather void Then not adorn'd by Prince of Poetrie Thus did not Sweden taint his greatnesse He Suffers all Prose or Verse Nor doth his Shade Disturb but help the Artist Deitie Accepts an offring from the meanest trade Friend thy first-fruits are sacred GVSTAVES Name Is then O Muses more authenticall Nor shall 't be Heresie in verse to claim Aid from live Names and still Imperiall He shall preserve thy Papers and vent more Then an enlarg'd Edition His Name Shall be thy Title too and fill the doore Of the rich Shop it lies in like

Are drown'd with noise of shot and clatt'ring swords They flie in heaps and quite disord'red ranks Like to some floud that hath born down his banks Tillie rejoycing at so wisht a sight Beholding half his enemies in flight Spake thus insulting Courage heartie Blades My noble Souldiers and brave Camerades The day is ours let these base Cowards flie And now let us these other squadrons plie The sturdie Swethes whose Kings victorious Name Keeps them from flying with a forced shame But charge them home and with unsparing hands Rush boldly on their now half-stagg'ring Bands This having said he with a sp'rit as high As these his words among his foes doth flie Who him receive with courage nothing lesse But with a greater ire his rage represse As when the angrie Ocean with a shock Strives for to break some firmly fixed rock Which stands unmoved and his swelling pride And vain-spent Malice seemeth to deride Making his waves which did so rashly roam To dash themselves into a spatt'red foam Thus was the Crabats furie broke in sunder Who fell upon the Swedish troups like thunder And their brave Gen'rall who had thought his sight Sufficient was his enemies to fright Scap'd not unwounded for the leaden showre Fear'd not at all his mortall-feared Power Though it be still unknown from whose hand came The force that wounded so renown'd a Name 'T is not a single wound that can restrain Or check his valour but enrag'd again With doubled furie he assails his foes Who will not yeeld him any thing but blowes By this time great GVSTAVVS wachfull eye An opportune advantage doth espie To break the squadrons of their ranged Horse Who charged them so oft with headlong force A Regiment their stations quickly change And now stood ord'red in a treble range The first rank couched on their knees the next Stood half-way bended but the third erects His armed trunk upright Thus as one rank Were all their musquets levelled point-blank At both their wings stood troups of readie Horse Prepar'd to second with a speedie course Then at a word did all give fire and powre Among th' enraged Horse a leaden showre That flew as thick as hail when Boreas blast Doth from the clouds his frozen treasure cast Had I an hundred tongues an Iron heart And all the help the Muses can impart Yet could I not in this my stagg'ring verse The shadow of that slaughter now rehearse When in the twinkling of an eye did fall So many wounded wights Horse Man and all And that fair Squadron which so lately stood Like to some thick and closely-ranged wood Confusedly doth now appeare and scatt'red Their order spoil'd their ranks in sunder shatt'red As when in Autumne some tempestuous blast From half-dead trees their feeble leaves doth cast And with another garment then her own The under-sited ground is thickly strown Thus was the field with bleeding bodies spread That had been wounded by the piercing lead But while the rest fill'd with amaze and wonder To see th' effects of this so sudden thunder Knew not which way to turn or bend their faces A Regiment of Horse with doubled paces Flie in amongst them in their teeth discharge A second volley make the breach more large Then forward on with rage and force they push And their fear-strucken foes soon over-rush Who now had lost all minde and heart to fight And did betake them to a sudden flight This their example made their other Bands Begin to faint and fight with trembling hands And as their feeble vigour doth decrease The Swethlanders doth double on they preasse With greater courage now then ere before The ground doth swimme with streams of humane gore At last not able for to fill so fast Their slaught'red ranks as the rough Swethes did waste Backward they throng in heaps disord'red quite Not willing now nor able for to fight But while that all tumultuously do strive To scape away they do the formost drive Headlong before them over these they stumble And so the next and next to them doth tumble Strange for to see here lay a Souldier dead O're whom an heap of living bodies spread Sure he enjoy'd a farre more noble Tombe Then those which do th' Egyptian Kings inhume The loftie Pyramids whom loud-tongu'd Fame One of the world 's chief wonders still doth name Or then that so renowned Sepulchre Which doth Mausolus Kingly bones interre All these were cov'red with dead marble stones But here is one intomb'd with living bones The fiery steeds that never mercie knew Proudly themselves in spatt'red bloud embrew Here ' gainst a sprawling bodie one doth spurn And from his former wounds makes bloud return Another there a living head doth crush And from the same makes bloud and brains to gush Meanwhile their masters with unsparing hands Now none resist murder at once whole Bands And where the sword doth fail the trampling horse Quickly dispatches with an headlong course The former slaughter of this bloudie day Compar'd with this might seem Bellona's play The Sunne no longer could endure this sight But in compassion did withdraw his light And that he might their further rage prevent With speedie wings the welcome Night he sent Who muffled in a vail of sable hue Quite o're the heads of these fierce Victours flew And then before them casteth such a mist As made their hands and vengefull Heat desist So a fierce Lion a Getulian Swain If antique stories do not misse or feigne Did with his garment muffle o're the head Then this so furious Beast did stand as dead Stirres not one jot but as amazed quite Loses his cruell furie with his sight And while that he thus strangely seems to pause The fearfull Swain scapes his devouring jawes THE BATTELL OF LVTZEN THe hel-born Furies who delight in bloud And had of late swumme in a purple floud Which not at all their vengefull thirst abates Do now again invoke the Pow'rfull Fates To hasten forward such another day Where they in midst of fire and smoke might play And with their pois'nous breath and fierie brands Inflame GVSTAVVS and th' Imperiall Bands The All-disposing Providence above Whose presence makes the trembling heav'ns to move Doth yeeld to these infernall Hagges desire Let none presume a reason to require It was his will let that alone suffice And sure 't was just though that the feeble eyes Of our dimme mortall judgement never can With punctuall knowledge heav'nly actions scanne Weep mournfull Germanie For once again Thy childrens bloud thy wretched fields must stain And to augment thy losse that Pow'rfull King Who hopes of peace and victorie did bring Must there receive his mortall wound with whom Shall thousands more receive their Fatall doom Thy freedome which thou hast so long time sought Must with more streams of humane bloud be bought Oh happie England who wilt scarce confesse Drunk with securitie thy happinesse That dost enjoy such Quietnesse such Ease Such calme Tranquillitie and blessed Peace And

transcended This temp'rate Vertue had him safe defended He might have liv'd and flourisht to this houre And still should Rome have feared Swethlands Power But 't is a wonder that he could so rule His burning Sp'rit and it so often cool By mod'rate counsell checking Policie Admire who will that he so soon did die My sorrow-strucken Muse admireth more That he so vent'rous was not slain before As now he marches with his valiant Bands Some stragling Pris'ners fell into his hands Who did ascertain him that not one Foe Did of their march and neare approaching know Not farre off Wall'nstein with th' Imperiall Host Securely lay enquartred in that coast Not once supposing that his Enemie Was in the field or now had marcht so nigh When Swethlands King heard this intelligence Rapt with exceeding joy his first pretence He changes now resolves without more aid His foes thus unexpecting to invade Then to his Captains shews his new intent Who to his high designe gave soon consent Onely Knipphausen a stout Colonell And long experienc'd lik'd it not so well And sure he did his judgement strictly joyn Unto the rules of modern discipline The course of Warre is like a game at Dice Where Skill with doubtfull Fortune mixed lies It is the scope of cunning Management Fortunes deceitfull hazards to prevent And ne're to her blinde Favour once to stand But when compelling accidents command They that renouncing skill commit their game To unknown Chance deserve to lose the same This fickle Goddesse that the world so fears With doubtfull hazards ne're more blinde appeares Then when in Warlike actions and in fight She doth expresse her over-ruling Might Skill joynd with Valour and a Pow'rfull Host Can but the conquest promise at the most The Victorie is never sure till wonne And none can triumph till the fight be done The wisest Captains in these modern dayes Do seek to winne the conquest by delaies 'T is no disgracefull Cowardize to stand Though uncompell'd on the defensive hand It is the surest course and safest held To shunne a Battell but to keep the field They that can best prevent their furious foes Shall winne the Conquest without stroke or blowes My noble Prince this is my free advice But if your Royall will shall enterprise Some more sublime designe my heart and hand Shall readily obey your just command And I would rush alone through midst of Foes Though that a thousand deaths should counterpose Thus grave Knipphausen spake with stayed look And minde unmoved But the fierie Duke Bernard of Saxon Weimar who could ne're Endure the shadow of a seeming fear Whose burning courage could not brook delayes His resolution in such words displayes Now is the wished time th' expected houre Yeelded to us by Heav'ns disposing Power That we may now our former-vanquisht foe Extirpate quite with his last overthrow Their hearts are quail'd alreadie and shall we Want hearts to meet them who desire to flee Shall we that have so many Conquests wonne So many Lands and Provinces o're-runne Begin to faint and shew we are afraid And dare not these half-stagg'ring foes invade Oh shame to think Could we do more then thus If they had vanquisht and quite conquer'd us Shall we be so ingratefull unto Heaven Who unto us such victories hath given To make us fearlesse in so just a cause And to proceed without demurre or pause Shall we neglect so fair and fit occasion T' assail our foes with undescri'd invasion Long long we may expect ere once again The Heav'nly Fates such favour will us deigne And be assur'd that if we do retreat We quite shall damp our souldiers vig'rous heat And make our Enemies become more bold When they shall once our tim'rous march behold These words like oyl pour'd on the greedie fire Made Great GVSTAVVS burn with fiercer ire He gives command that with the swiftest speed His Royall Armie forward should proceed The hollow-sounding drumme and trumpet shrill The Souldiers eares with cheerfull clamours fill While with the aire the waving colours play And by their motion point them out the way Forward they troup to Lutzens bloudie soil And with glad thoughts and hopes the time beguile Oft did the strictnesse of th' enclosing way Their hastie speed and expedition stay Egg'd on with hopes of victorie and spoil They did refuse no sweating pains and toil Had you but seen those valiant Bands advance With nimble feet with cheerfull countenance And doubled pace you would have rather guess'd That they were hasting to some welcome feast Then marching to their grave which was th' event Of many thousands that then gladly went But notwithstanding all the haste they made So many lets and obstacles delaid Their num'rous Bands that now the setting Sunne Swifter then they his usuall race had runne And did begin to drown his shining beams Within the Oceans vast incircling streams Some troups of horse that nearest lay began To-skirmish with the Swethes approaching Vanne Who with much losse of time had lately past A narrow bridge which stopt them in their haste These light-arm'd Crabats first of all did feel The deadly force of their victorious steel From them an Ensigne too they did surprise Depainted with an ominous device With happy Fortune and Joves princely Fowl Whose Name did once the spatious world controll But the Finlandian Duke so small a prize Beheld with sad and discontented eyes Griev'd that so soon the All-endark'ning night Did stay their hands and hide their foes from sight Once the Dayes Charioter his circling pace Vouchsaf'd to stop in middle of his race While Judahs Champion with unsparing hands Hew'd down the Ethnicks Heav'n-accursed Bands But the blest name of Christians hath a force To winne from heav'n an undeserv'd remorse And that they may so great a slaughter shunne Sol his diurnall Race will swifter runne Now doth th' Imperiall Grand Commander heare Frequent Alarms resounded in his eare Post after Post are sent to certifie Of their so neare-approaching Enemie Here three at once quite spent and out of breath Yet told their mindes by looks as pale as Death Th' amazed Duke startled when he did heare That the bold Swethes had gotten now so neare Then frets with anger when he calls to minde How all his troups lay scatt'red and disjoyn'd 'T was now no time to sleep though the moist Night The tired senses did to rest invite He recollects his spirits and his eyes Up to the Heav'ns he elevateth thrice At last spake thus Thou Pow'r Omnipotent Great God of Hosts that dost our Foes prevent Thou All-foreseeing Sentinell whose eye Through thickest clouds our Enemies doth spie Perpetuall Glorie and divinest Fame Be rendred to thy ever-honour'd Name That thus hast sent thy messenger of Night To stay these cruell Hereticks from fight That ' gainst all Pietie and humane Lawes Would trample under feet thy Cath'lick cause This said he hastens unto consultation For best directions and for preparation He sends abroad

hazard of a Fight The sunne-burnt Spaniards too were present there And if proud looks their Enemies could fear Sure though but few they were yet they alone A greater Armie would have overthrown Th' Italian now renowned more by farre For am'rous Courtship then for skill in Warre Yet hither came resolved for to die Or to defend Romes hated Monarchie And now my Muse repeat each great Commander That did attend Swedens Imperiall Standard For sure it is not fit their Names should die Or yet in dark oblivion buried lie Duke Bernard the sole Glorie of the day The Left Wing did for their prime Guide obey The King himself did the Right Wing command And at the Head of Steinbocks Troups did stand The Battell was conducted by Grave Neel A valiant Swethe and clad in shining steel Betwixt them and the Rear a compleat Band Of Musquettiers did Hinderson command A hardie and experienc'd Scot whom Fame Hath in these warres eternis'd with a Name The Battell of the Rear Knipphausen led A Noble Souldier and a skilfull Head To whose fair conduct did their Enemies owe The greatest part of their sad overthrow The Right Wing Bulach led a Colonell Of no small Spirit as his foes can tell Ernest of Anhalt did the Left Wing guide A man in Warres well exercis'd and tri'd Behinde their backs and in the utmost Rear A Regiment of Horse reserved were Which are by Oeme conducted whose stout heart Not any dangers could have made to start Now had GVSTAVVS speech his souldiers fir'd And double vigour into them inspir'd Make me sayes he your Pattern if you see That once I shrink I give you leave to flee This having spoken without further pause With speedie hand his shining blade he drawen Then waving't o're his head he doth advance Toward his Foes with fearlesse countenance And now their throats those fierie Engines stretch Whose sound and furie such a distance reach And ere one can behold or see his Foe Doth wound him deadly with a farre-sent blow In Aetna's sulph'rie cell inclos'd doth lie If we will credit grave Antiquitie A Monstrous Giant who is prison'd there For that to fight ' gainst Heav'n he did not fear As often as he turns his sides for room He fills Trinatria with a pitchie fume Disgorging from his hellish jawes such smoke And duskie flames as the pure aire do choak Ev'n thus black Lutzen for a time did shroud Her mournfull face within a pitchie cloud Proceeding from the Cannons fierie breath That ne'r speaks lesse then slaughtring wounds death No sight doth now appeare but the bright blaze Which the inflamed sulph'rie dust doth raise Here many Noble Spirits who did scorn To shrink for dangers were in sunder torn By those resistlesse Balls whose furious Course Cannot be stopt by any humane force Oh how my Muse deplores the Fates of those Who nothing wisht but to behold their foes That so their Valour when they once had tri'd Might by their Enemies be testifi'd Some murd'ring shot their noble thoughts prevents And furiously their corps in sunder rents And which their manly hearts could not endure Kills them within a cloud of smoke obscure The angrie Steeds offended at the noise That thundred from the Cannons iron jawes Do fling and spurn and scarce the curbing rein Can their proud sp'rits in any rank contain They fain would rush through midst of smoke and fire As if their breasts did burn with greater Ire The slaughtred heaps that round about them lie Cannot at all their Courage terrifie The brazen Trumpet Echoes in their eares Whose pleasing sound doth fright away all feares What Muse is able to rehearse or tell What direfull slaughters in this fight befell When humane Bodies onely do oppose Against the Cannons castle-rending blowes Whose Furie would make hardest rocks to shiver Whose very sound doth make the earth to quiver Whose hellish breath is able to command Most firm-cemented stones to fly like sand Squadrons of men were too weak walls to stay Such dreadfull force as would have found a way Through Rocks of hardest iron and would make A spatious Tower with its blast to shake No wonder then to see the field so spread With scatt'red limbes and bodies strucken dead When as the Cannon and the Culvering Their flaming furie round about do fling A murd'ring Curto here a rank doth spoil And there another sweeps away a file A brace of Demi-cannons here doth play Which through a squadron make a rugged way So blustring Boreas when his rage he doubles And Sea and Land with furious motion troubles From sturdiest Oaks their rended branches throwes And all the field with these his ruines strowes The unaffrighted Swethes marcht forward still And up again those breaches quickly fill Valiant GVSTAVVS with an angrie eye Sees how his foes their greater shot did ply With too too much advantage for he found Their Pieces mounted on the higher ground And on firm platforms the Imperialist His Ordinance could traverse as he list While that the Swedish more uncertainly Did in their motion at their Foes let flie The Swethes had left them now no other way To hinder this their so unequall play But on their Cannons mouthes to march and so To stop their throats and make them overthrow Their own defenders For these Engines are Of such a hellish temper that they care Neither for friend nor foe but both alike With equall slaughter will their furie strike In ancient fights when as they us'd t' advance In their first front a square of Elephants Who wheresoe're their unresisted force They chanc'd to bend they made an headlong course And with their massie Bodies over-laid All that their furie would have checkt or staid Sometime on their own Squadrons they would turn And under feet their chiefest friends would spurn With such a vengefull Rage as if that those They had mistaken for their deadliest foes Thus in these modern Warres it oft doth chance That the loud-roaring Shot and Ordinance Being once reverst upon their friends will thunder And without mercie tear their ranks in sunder Courage my Hearts cries Swethlands noble King And then his troups through show'rs of lead doth bring Just in the Cannons face who roar'd and spake So loud that all the neighb'ring Hills did quake But in their way a traverse ditch was made From whence with frequent shot their Enemies plaid Full in their teeth This trench them safe did hide And made them all the Swedish shot deride Till the provoked Swethes came storming on And made them wish them further off and gone At that same time the Crabats had a minde To fall upon their carriages behinde To seise upon their Arms and Ammunition And to blow up their Powder and Provision Bulach observes them with a watchfull eye He charg'd them home and made them quickly flie These light-arm'd Crabats never use to stand For any space and fight it hand to hand But if at first encounter they have mist They