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A53879	Verses by the University of Oxford on the death of the most noble and right valiant Sir Bevill Grenvill, alias Granvill, Kt. who was slain by the rebells at the battle on Lansdown-Hill near Bathe, July the 5, 1643.	University of Oxford.; Birkhead, Henry, 1617?-1696.	1684 (1684)	Wing O989; ESTC R18022	30,066	120

as th'hill it self came down He grasp'd a spear and underpropt the Crown Plac'd like the flaming Cherubim laid about Stood Guardian there to keep th'Apostates out Rear'd up like Sampson took firm hold o' th' Beam Then pull'd all down Himself the House and Them His bleeding corps then on the Mount he hurl'd And fought it out with them in th' other World Till they gave off letting their Matches burn To light his conquering Ashes to his Urn. Had thy Godolphin staid to help us here His Pen had now took measure of thy spear 'T had made thee Emperor of the West and All We blind with tears see nothing but thy fall Which now doth bleed again and doubly pierce To loose both Granvills sword and Sidneys verse Cornwall that glorious Dukedom hence shall be Ador'd Eternall by Prince CHARLES and Thee Let their cheap Legions live unfit to dye Who like their weapons strike they know not why Give our just Swords more satisfying dust Thread all the bold Committee at one thrust Scatter the Plot till all the ill-built frame Fall down as tribute to Great BEVILL's Name That Name which shames Their malice and our wit Shall last as long as They conspir'd to sit John Birkinhead THey that give Thanks for Overthrows had ne're Fairer Pretence to God then they had here Mark't you not'midst our latter Triumphs one Intruding Sigh Heard you not one sad Groan 'T was for the valliant Granvill which one Cross Allay'd our Victory and made it Loss Granvill whose very Name the Rebells found Dealing Revenge and Death in every wound While in the fierce Assault they did not know Whether they should wish Thee alive or no How many trembling Ghosts did we enlarge To cry Thee mercy in the Second Charge When the inraged Cornish fierce upon Revenge of Thee cry'd Granvill and kill'd on Treasure of Valour in thy bold Designs That Country glories more then in her Mines Thus fell the mighty Scaeva while the Foe Trembled and fear'd the very Overthrow Thus in the North our brave New-castle stood With more Success with Honour no man cou'd Henceforch the Pike we doubly honour'd call From that One Triumph Fam'd from this one Fall Robert Masters HAllow my temples let my thoughts be drest In such attire as fits a Poet-Priest That no rude accent may Profane thy name But all things be as spotless as thy Fame That Fame so great that none but Granvills can In the next age believe it of a Man Granvill The Cornish Paean it shall be And only heard in Songs of Victory Th' Eternall Theam of Poets which shall give Strength to their Lines and make their Verses live Thou that in those black times dard'st to be good When Treason was best Virtue when none cou'd Be safe and honest that almost alone Dard'st love the King when a whole Nation Was growing one great Rebell hast firm stood And gave the first great stop to th' growing flood Thou Destiny of our new moulded State That first did'st make it's greatness shrink whom Fate Prepar'd to save a Kingdom and did give Thee Virtue great enough to make it live How will the Ghosts of those slain Rebells shake To see thy Shade How Brooke and Hampden quake To find themselves not safe and that to dye Ha's only chang'd the Scene of Victory How will their Guilt grow double when they see Thy Shine twice frighted by themselves and Thee That glorious Shine that shews the difference Of Dying truly in the KINGS defence That though both fall together and the bloud Of Traytors and a Patriots make one floud They in the Shambles He at the Altar dies They fall as Beasts and He a Sacrifice Now may those Rebells one Thanksgiving make And not Blaspheme nor fair Truth Scandal take Thy death makes honest all their thick-skin'd Lyes From which alone all their feigned Victories Grow truths How had We lost in that one stroke A Kingdom had not such brave Vertue broke From thy Example as did strike a flame Into thy Followers great as was thy Name Yet let them boast their Conquest if they can Wee'have gained an Army and have lost a Man And let them preach Thee slain since from thy Death A Thousand allmost Granvilles gather breath So when the Sun 's forc'd hence by Sable Night Myrtads of Stars spring from his falling light William Creed YEt boast not Senate know Hee could not Dy Untill he had obtain'd the Victory Death waited for that minute that her state Might rise more glorious through his nobler Fate Methinks I now behold Him as Hee stood Undaunted Spirit when that stately wood Of Pikes march'd up when like a Captain Oake He led that underwood and took that stroake Which should have fell'd the Grove I see him stand Dispensing Valour by his brave Command And braver Actions the Souldiers swords Being whetted by 's Example and his Words Would this were reall but our fancies move Not guided by our knowledge but our Love I could lament His Death but that I know All accents of our grief are far below His vaster merit rather let my Steel Revenge his Death and make their Conqueror feel The anger of his Ghost who slyly fled From Granville but a Ghost from Granville dead Go weep for Cowards he who bravely Dyes Ought to have Musique at his Obsequies You happy souls who have the sacred trust Of his dead ashes see no Coward dust Come near his Urne 't is fit his ashes lye Where there is none but Valiant Company Near Lindsey's Denby's or Northampton's side Who Conquer'd dying raise his Pyramide Which may restore him to the World agen A Conquerer of Time as well as Men. Peter Mew WIsdom directs when Justice dictates right And Courage if provok't then bids men fight Wisdom to Granville said thy Cornish friends Are mates enough to work thy noble ends T is fit spake Justice to defend a Crown Then fight said Courage gain thee brave renown And Fame said to him if thou dy'st then I Will keep thy Everlasting memory Fate only frown'd Granville obeys commands While Fate contriv'd his Death by Rebells hands Yet Friends and Country do conserve his Name With Wisdom Justice Fortitude and Fame Henry Love HEroic Martyr whose Immortal death Inliven'd here giving our Realm new breath For when the Sun setts bloody in the West The day still rises brighter in the East How Loyal wert Thou when the general ring Was heard No Bishops while they meant No King And only to wrong Charles was to be true As robbing of the Church pay'd Heav'n it's due When too much Liberty did us enthrall And all Religions turn'd to none at all Whilst Rebel Members ' gainst their Head aim'd darts Voting Him none by Whom they all are parts And their Militia fought Him for his ayd To make Him Great when Public Faith is paid 'Mong these Self-contradictours You prov'd stil Faithfull and free to die as they to Kill Like Decius a Devoted Sacrifice Most

to yield Each sought an Honour'd Grave and gain'd the Field Thus He being fall'n his Action fought a new And the Dead conquer'd whiles the Living slew This was not Natures Courage nor that thing We Valour call which Time and Reason bring But a Diviner Fury Fierce and High Valour transported into Extasie Which Angells looking on Us from above Use to conveigh into the Souls they love You now that boast the Spirit and its sway Shew Us his Second and we 'l give the Day We know your Politique Axiom Lurk or Fly Ye cannot Conquer ' cause ye dare not Dye And though you thank God that you lost none there Because Th'were such who Liv'd not when they were Yet your great Generall who doth Rise and Fall As this Successes do whom you dare call As fame unto you doth Reports dispense Either a Traytor or His Excellence How e'ere he reigns now by unheard of Laws Could wish His Fate together with his Cause And Thou Blest Soul whose Clear Compacted Fame As Amber Bodies Keeps preserves thy Name Whose Life affords what doth content Both Eyes Glory for People Substance for the Wise Go laden up with Spoyles possess That Seat To which the Valiant when th'have done retreat And when Thou seest an happy Period sent To these Distructions and the Storm quite spent Look down and say I have my share in All Much Good grew from my Life Much from my Fall William Cartwright WHat We have Lost in Thee We need not write Thine Enemies will do 't and in meer Spite Commend Thy Valour that the World may know In Granvill's Fall the Greatness of Our Blow Let them alone to give Thee thy whole Due We only need Believe They can speak True Nor is it fit we should with Tears lament That Bloud thy Self thought'st honourably spent And scorned'st at their Alms to draw a Breath From whose Gift nothing's Noble but a Death Le ts rather Weep for them by whom 't was Spilt Whose Best of Courage was but worst of Guilt Who had been Cowards had they Got the Day And shew'd Best Spirits when they Ran away Those pittied things yield matter for a Tear But Thy great Worth moves in a higher Sphear He only Mourns That right that Fights like Thee And a fierce Charge is a good Elegie Brave Soul me thinks I see how thou did'st stand Directing Victory to the Right Hand How Thou did'st set Her in again that Day Who but for Thee had almost lost her Way That little spark dropt from Eternity Dilated by its self and Loyalty How it Forgat its Bound the narrow Span Of Flesh and Blood that measures out a man And stoutly durst adventure to oppose Thy Equall Self against whole Troops of Foes May Honour Dwell upon thy Tomb and keep Thy Glories waking while thy Dust doth sleep And may that fart'ned Turf whence Pregnant Fame Yet Brooding Hovers to keep warm the same Grow fruitfull from thy Blood untill it bring A Flower from whence a second Mars may Spring William Barker THou Name of Valour Heir of all that Worth Which Fates with constant Bounty have powr'd forth On Granvills honour'd Race In whom did dye More then their Army more then Victory Could recompense which to that gallant Stand We owe from ruine snatcht by thy brave Hand Oh I could curse the villains odds For when We hazzard Gold They but the dross of men Bate me the price of sin the City-pay And what they steal in order to obey The Houses Vote more then one Regiment I le name wherein not ten are worth what 's spent Barely in feeding muskets we 've oft lost Powder to kill such Rogues doth not quit cost And yet 't is nobly fought since conscience Alone begets those flames not any sense Of Triumph for what honour is 't to tell That here a Sergeant-Major-Cobler fell There a Mechanick-Colonell dropt down Not fit to serve in any honest Town Our Conquest is unpleasant we must grieve And wish the punisht Rebells did still live Reserv'd for more ignoble fall since here Justice though sacred name was bought too dear Sad Victory the Frontless faction now Thank yet not mock God for their overthrow Since gladly they would sacrifice a floud Out of the Commons veins for this one bloud A thousand lives and thousand Souls to boot They 'l give it costs them naught let th'fools look to 't Guilty and wretched Commons tell me why Only in order to your misery You will be Perjur'd Rebells whence doth flow This frantick pleasure from your sin or woe Did you improve your safety did your ground Like your deceivers malice being drown'd In bloud more fruitfull grow you then did sell Your Souls for something but to purchase Hell With Poverty and dangers that you may Be sooner dead yet whil'st you live a prey Is so rare Phrensy that you only can Be thought to differ in the shape of man From wildest beasts But you are forc't to fight You love your King and wish He had His Right Yet aw'd take arms against him money still Contribute Traytors are against your will Unworthy vain excuse why should you fear Those few seducers Terrible they were By your abused Strength if you withdraw Your Aids they fall to the long injur'd Law Just Sacrifices should they carry hence Your wealth they 'd leave behind your innocence Leave you return'd to Duty and to Peace Hating these certain Pledges of increase Dudley Diggs THe Villains now are ripe let 's pay our Vow See Granvills blood stands texted on their brow If their course Veyns an Ocean should disburse 'T would not appease because the more the worse Behold great Bartue Stuart Compton now Sage Pierpont and fresh bleeding Cav'endish too Names that e're long shall strike this perjur'd Crowd And shoot down Vengeance from that Bow ith'Clowd Which shall consume these weeds that Truth may grow Granvill hath pawn'd his blood it shall be so Great valliant Saint Loving and lov'd agen For he that conquers Fear may conquer Men Thy choice was just and early not adjourn'd 'Till the great scale at Keinton field was turn'd See GRANVILL's up the mighty Cornish crys Which like a Beacon fir'd made them All rise Thus rouz'd thou arm'd their inside day by day Dealt flame and Spirit to them as their pay Clear'd and advanc'd their blood cast them a new 'Till in an instant they stout Gyants grew Then led by Thee they made vast Devon quake So as loose Stamford frighted left the stake Whose Fort Ditch Bulwark did but raise thy heart Valour no more is borke then made by Art Nay when thy Powder gone compell'd to cease That thou must bleed or veeld to what should please The two new families of Parliament Though Ammunition Courage was not spent Then then thy steel made them out-run their wheels Leave All and take nought with them but their heels Thus Bodmin Stratton felt thy influence Great BEVILL's Sword return'd not empty thence But when the Rowt