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Vertues due: or, A true modell of the life of the right Honourable Katharine Howard, late Countesse of Nottingham, deceased. By T.P. Gentleman
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Powell, Thomas, 1572?-1635?
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I write of that too soone And lend her liuing-worth for griefe to come Yet liu'd she to outliue that old report Which now againe our new worlds formes approue That there is no retiremeÌ„t in the court Where there is much variety to moue And steale away O there 's no life like hers That liu'd to bury her executers For softnesse neuer seyz'd her appetite A bloodlesse lyuor liues not on his heat Her resolution was Prâ—pâ—nticke right And forward stem'd against the Moones retreat No change no liberty no ful-eyde pleasure Could bring deuotions musike out of measure It was for her the million of her sexe And calling doe beside approue their kind Whose story often read as oft begets Opinion that the sexe is so inclin'd And calling so disposed vnto good As well in Courtship as in woman-hood She was a woman yet not one of those Whose erogated heate conuerts to hate It was her honour to forgiue her foes Euen in their ebbe and full distent of state Alas she would not take aduantage than Lest she should trip the fraylty of his man She would not glory his humility Nor actuate her old aggreeuances O're weake distresse and present misery Such conquest O t is base and honourlesse For when I doe but second Fortunes stroke I wound a heart that is already broke She was a Courtier too but as a Starre Vnfixt and like Oriâ—â— in a streame As free as featherd Faulcons in the ayre Moou'd on no other line but Cynthia's beame Her freer spirit ne're was put in frame Though she put on her self a Courtiers name For she did hospitable bounty too And euer kept her influence at home Which euery Courtier vses not to doe Why she was nothing Courtier nor her owne Her light was made a Sea-marke to distresse Where Fortunes wracks arryu'd their needines In Court no study that would apprehend Or aske Religion of her duty more Than what Eliza gaue might still commend Her most magnificence and fountayne store She was not like a Conduit-pipe fast by To turne the streame leaue the channel dry How many seruants of that Royall trayne Could the fresh image of her loue excite To witnesse she preferd Elizaes fame Aboue her priuate reputations height She hated to be hyr'de to doe them good Or begd to buy their merits though she cou'd And yet did her contentment stretch it selfe More amply Greatnesse was aboue her feare A faith beyond the curse that followes wealth Who euermore suspects eruptions neere Whose chaÌ„ge does chaÌ„ge the state of their subiectioÌ„ And giues this duty to the next electioÌ„ Great secure Me thinks t is woÌ„drous strange But gracious not enuyde Impossible For discontent makes worth his Fret of change And not seruility it selfe speakes well Of Honourable birth or betterment Respect with him is feare feare contempt I know not how respect came ouer all But the most humble did admire her most A branch of ranke loue turnd to prodigall Such loue is still exhaust or ouerflowes I le learne ye how she did diuert their hate She made her selfe as humble as their state The lyst of all her vertues had a name Of greater reuerence than had the rest Religion T is a sessions to arraigne Detect and bring our actions to the test And where that list was stack remisse loose Assure ye it was frailty extraduc'de She had no other principles God wot Whereby to leuell and conforme her life All was not honest that was safely got She would not by iniustice compasse right Nor vsde to say T is Casâ—r answeres all So thou reserue to stand may kingdomes fall Her life was but a modell imitation Drawne with the freshest colours instance had In holy writ which gaue it approbation They were her essence therfore could not fade Like colour layd in wine her Lenten blacke Did sit like Nessus shirt vpon her backe At this perfection and maturity She stood in natures frayle adoption heere When heauen would vouchsafe her first to be A mother and her vertues to appeare In propagated noblesse of a sonne That layd his roote as far as she begunne That first L. William was of Effingham A Barony that field and Knighthood earnd With sweating spurs when heraldry deraignd His hardiment O 't were a sight to learne And put ambitious fire in any Swayne To see Nobility so dearely gaynd Heauen was delighted in his workmanship And now became more bouÌ„tious of his breath Which sweld her womb to be more fruitful yet Deriu'd a second labors where she left A second blessing and a Charles beside For Honours lofty bed did open wide A third Inuention giue me backe my selfe Deuided All my numbers keepe consent And with my soule my stiles ambition melt Eche sinew of our duty be attent Forget the funerall state and maiesty And prostitution wholly summon me Call her by any epithite exprest In vertues Inuentory nay discourse Her mothers life see with what liuelinesse She does insert it freely and vnforc'd Be she the noble Countesse of Kildare Or Cobhams Baronesse shee 's wondrous faire A next The Lady 〈◊〉 here I shoâ—â—d Confound my methode with a plentious vayne Of great deuotion and of wyddowhood But my more free proposements are restraynd To shew the lost their last similitude To which the Lady Lusâ—â— much accrude Here happinesse did floâ—te at all the lyne This day accounted for the greatest debt That grace and goodest Stars could her asaigne And till this day her circle neuer met Now was her happinesse so satisfide She knew not what her wish might adde beside Contentment crownd her streight beyond the may ne And roughest oppositions in her birth The weeping Crocodile the Syrens strayne And all the Delinitions that inuert Our Fye what i st that we can call our owne She past the seas shipwrackt here at home Within the haâ—en Now it was disposd With heauenly wisdome to the best of vses So we are wise to purchase from our foes T' enrich the sea with that which land abuses We doe secure vs in their feebled store Securenesse hurts least when it is most poore The goodnesse of the Highest left her not For Neptune conquering Argo vnarriu'd Must disimbark the golden Fleece she brought In her owne hauen to be stellifyde And seem aboue her weeping Marble sphere To swimme as free in heauen as she did heere 'T was onely in her wishes now to dye When as her fulnesse fear'd to be o're-ioyd Like those that surfet of saciety And yet their surquedry is euer voyd These haue their fulnesse so intemperate Nothing refreshes till it suffocate She would not haue her SuÌ„mer beames to light Vpon the rancke and thrifty slyme beneath Where honours heat begetâ— the parasite And other monstrous shapes that wil bequeath Vnto their Cesar Ioues owne heritance And swell his greatnesse into arrogance She fear'd that such shuld know her to be great She knew her greatnesse was superlatiue Nature and grace and stars their rest had set And euery opposition left to striue She wanted nothing of felicity But free commission to desist and dye She prayd it and preuented constant fate That would not her delight shuld see her sweat Out of conuerse familiar and innate Ioy longer then t is fresh is not compleat But like to Times own tunes that rauish not Because they iygd it when we were begot This burthen would be fayne deliuered When she had reckon'd to maturity Appealing from the Moone that followed The eyght which mortals call an enemy Vnto conception Fate and she complyde And in a seuen-fold happinesse she dyde The Offering THou that ow'st this breathles beauty Mistris of the dayes deuotion And her blackest rites of duty Guyd'st her timeles tuneles motioÌ„ O! I would not leaue thee yet Till I see thy Searements â—it Thou that art complexion carelesse Let affections armes vnfold After last imbracings durelesse And vpon the hallowedst mold Left for monumentall vse By thy iust extensure chuse If the earth deny thee rest Like the soule that lyes so soft In her groning grieued brest Shalt thou there be buried oft Earth affords no freer Toombe None so wide as sorrowes wombe There in stead of balmde confection Righteous teares and season'd sighing Sprinkle o're thy â—east complexion Till they seale thy searements plighting Gratefull odours be about thee Truce within and teares without thee Next for Scuchioâ—â— o're thy herse I that truly would display thee Offer vp this sacred verse VVith the greatest zeale that may be Though thy Herald length they lacke Yet our Scuchion staues are blacke Leafe by leafe be open wide Speake to all that passe this way That they part not from thy side Till they read and reading pray May this story neuer fade Till thy soule be quicke conuayd Angels with their musike charmes All vnknowne malignity Drowne the midnights hye allarme When the sacring summons be Let not her vnhallowed breath Enter in thy house of death Spirits sanctifide secure theeâ— All corruption quite be spent Let thy natures workes assure thee Consummation imminent Though thou left'st them all behind thee Yet their merits there refine thee Workes and fayth thy soule conuay On a heauen-deuiding wing Let deuotion reade and pray Saints and ministring Angels sing All with natures latest debt Wype away thy Marbles sweat FINIS