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A61970	Svffolks tears, or, Elegies on the renowned knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston a gentleman eminent for piety to God, love to the Church, and fidelity to his country, and therefore highly honored by them all : he was five times chosen Knight of the Shire, for the county of Suffolk, and once burgess of Sudbury, in the discharge of which trust, he always approved himself faithful, as by his great sufferings for the freedoms and liberties of his countrey, abundantly appear : a zealous promoter of the preaching of the Gospel, manifested by his great care, in presenting men, able, learned, and pious, to the places whereof he had the patronage, and also by his large and extraordinary bounty towards the advancing of religion and learning, both at home, and in forreign plantations among the heathen.	Faireclough, Samuel, 1625?-1691.; Faireclough, Samuel, 1625?-1691.	1653 (1653)	Wing S6164; Wing F109A_CANCELLED; ESTC R21324	30,120	73

and sleep in dust no danger fear'd Till that these bodies putrifactions prey Be raised up to life at the last Day The way is beaten to this house of Death The fatal enemie of Mortals breath A raw-bon'd carcase of his Head the haire And flesh is falne and left the skul all bare His eyes no eyes cannot be seen not see Worm-eaten nose one jaw no teeth hath he Yet heaps of men he daily doth devour And hundreds fall before him in an hour Within his cruel breast he hath no heart Yet full of courage and with deadly dart He kils yet neither arm he hath nor hand He hath no feet yet walks o're sea and land Nor arteries flesh nor sinews wonder Hath he all his joynts they are asunder His bones there one and here another lyes He smites there one and here another dyes Haste thither knock call know the cause why thus This leane starv'd Heluo snatcht our joy from us Could sacred Piety that adorn'd his mind The grace of heart and life no pitty finde Wilt thou thus wrong oh death the Publick weale And justice slay extinguish fervent zeal Pull down the Temples pillar quench the fire That Heaven 's sent and did to Heaven aspire Could neither faith nor faithfulness find grace Nor friendly love keep off thy Serjeants Mace Could not integrity and truth him save With Hezekiah from the greedy grave O Sun return yet shine on Sions hil On Ahaz Dial keep the shadow stil Why fel he not upon Elisha's herse That could the dead againe to life reverse Where is He now that Lazarus did raise Where is the widow of Sarepta's praise That might in flaming Chariot let him ride With him to heaven then he had not dy'd Shal I not once within this vale of tears Or shal I hold my peace not speak my fears Shal I not once again on earth behold That countenance so grave so brave so bold Which with a look could daunt the face of sin And make offence to hide it selfe with in Shal I not see his presence blesse the wals Wherein did sound his frequent sacred cals Of wife and children and of all the rest To waite on God who is for ever blest And beams of blessing from this Sunt ' expect That blest these blessings might on him reflect And as the Rivers to the Ocean pay Their tribute streams that in their channel play So daily Prayer answerers re-ascend In praises might to God and never end O never end your prayers and praises due To him that gave such sweet returns to you That you should pray and yet stil praise his name And walk in right before him without blame So did he walk and so attended went VVith all his traine and in the Temple spent Both hours and dayes and of all dayes the best VVherein both Christ did rise and God did rest The time though divers yet the precept 's one Writ and ingrav'd by Gods own hand in stone In midst of that his everlasting Law VVhich might at all time keep in dreadful awe All hearts and all induce his voyce with feare And faithful care and conscience to heare Oh! shal I never more observe that eye Intently lifted up unto the skie And hands stretcht out unto the throne of grace And bended knees to fall before the place VVhere shadowing Cherub cover'd with his wing The Mercy-seat of heavens mighty King From Golden Altar did the incense fly In clouds of smoke and mounted up on high God smelt the savour in his heart he said Behold it 's done according as thou pray'd And now O death can thee no prayer melt Wherein the highest God such sweetness smelt Release thy Prisoner and set o'pe thy gate Breake off those fetters free thy selfe from hate And let him rise from off that fatall bed VVhereon thou forc'd him to lay down his head Vnto the votes of high and low restore Their joy to be enjoyed as before VVhat aylest thou O Muse bereft of mind VVhat mean these words these empty puffes of wind VVil 't change the Fates and burn the sacred rowl Of Gods Decree and make thy selfe a scroul There to designe each one to death or life And heaven and earth to set at dismal strife Shal brazen mountains with a blast remove Or shal the Sun run retrograde above Shal morning o'pe her purple door i' th VVest And Moon and Stars to rule the day be prest And night shine forth with Phoebus orient beams And at thy will all rivers change their streams Then my Commission I to thee Wil give The living shal not dye the dead shal live And mortals all immortal shal become And wither'd branch with winter blast shal bloome And Adam shal with Eve to Eden go No fruit shal kil no friend shal be a foe But if that Adam must no more return Why should I break up Barnardistons urn His faith so Abraham dy'd yet did beleeve But Truth did Hezekiah once reprive And Lazarus did life againe inspire And to his body did the soul retire But know'st thou not how these of death did taste And back again unto my Palace haste Nor Abrams faith nor Isaacks Jacobs feare Could sheild them from deaths deadly piercing speare So Joseph Joshua and Josiah all By sooner later stroakes of death did fall And Job was patient under death's sad blow And mighty Sampson unto death did bow And David with his Worthies all did yeeld To death against his stroke they found no shield And John Christs bosome friend did hither hye And Christ himselfe the Son of God did dye Eliah left his Mantle him behind They sought him but in no place could him find His change like death and Enoch he is not Nor Rachels children Death became their Lot And thou O Muse shal be as one of these When Atropos thy thread to cut shal please O cruel Death can nothing then asswage Thy savage fury and thy direful rage Must all O Charon thee thy ferriage pay And all take Boat and all have over-lay Then come and to our Lazarus let us go And as he dy'd with him let us do so As Joseph went unto old Jacobs grave So shal this Saint of us attendance have What mean'st O Muse and whither dost thou wend When of thy passion wilt thou make an end Wilt thou presume on Sion Mount to stand And Heavens scepter sway in thy right hand The Lord by power and providence divine Did all unto their place and end assigne The Earth to Plants in Seas the Fishes swim The Birds in th' air do wave their feathers trim Shal not the fixed Stars in heaven shine What God doth own wilt thou detain as thine And why among the dead dost thou enquire For these that live lift up thy eye look higher There is a place beyond that mount most bright Whence Phoebus chariot shines with flaming light The stately City new Jerusalem Wherein doth dwel Jehovah God of Shem.

severer Dart Suffolks great Soul from Suffolk now doth part Nor mourns the State alone the Churches chime Religion sighs her trickling tears keeps time Whil'st sobbing thus she sings Here lies the Knight Lifeless that did maintain the Gospels Light Let Ketton boast how from her sacred Hill Her Sun with brightest Rayes the World doth fill Here fix'd by him O joyful Heavenly meet Of thousands Sainted by his means that greet His crowned head whose Crown they are then haste We too to add more gems and be so plac'd SA. FAIRECLOVGH Fel. of Gon. and Caius Coll. An Elegie on that ever honoured Knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston NOt for to scrape acquaintance with the great Much lesse like some to get a good meals meat Not that my stranger Muse strives to be known As if she thought sh ' were else as good be none A mourning Ribband or a parie of Gloves Can nothing tempt her from that rest she loves My Muse is no such hackney none of these Can draw her from her now accustom'd ease Nor doth she now as earst catch after wit And hap'ly sometimes had the praise of it In part She mindes her selfe now cal'd away From lighter studies to a graver way In part she thinks 'mongst Country Clowns to rise In straines of wit were but to solaecise Partly her wil's in fault and may be too Though she were ne're so willing 't would not doe Chiefly my Muse puts on so grave a dresse Because th' occasion cals for seriousnesse And now she speaks she doth not meane to raise A Trophie to his name from 's father's praise Though here if Ancestry must have a place She knows no ancienter no nobler race Those who have nought to brag of but the glory Of their fore-fathers blot their fathers story I 'de put the Ape and such men both together That could be proud of borrow'd Peacocks feather But here no sluggishnesse did make a seat Of Grandsires glory there to sit compleat But he made what he found left by his Sire But as his foot-stool that should raise him higher And as the circled glasse contracts the flames That noon-tide Sun did scatter with his beams And makes them like meridian lines at last To meet in one point as from one they past So here those nobler flames that were comprest Some here in one some in anothers brest Of all those famous Barm'stons once alive Met here in this conjunction cop ' lative So that to raise a Trophie to his fame From those same vertues that have run i th' name And hence to fetch one stone and thence another To catch at this in that man that in t'other This were to goe about as he should stray From hence to London should take York in 's way VVe 'l make a shorter cut of it by farre VVhile he alone both compasse is and star And though our Logick-mongers teach for truth That accidents must never dare forsooth To change their soyl but like some fetter'd Asse Inclos'd in wals must alwayes feed on grasse Or as we read it was with Shimei But stir from subjects once they needs must dye Yet here we finde those vertues all doe dwel In which each Sire of his did most excel And having lest their former soyl yet more Did thrive in him then e're they did before So wel though Logick scoffe without correction Divinity maintaines her resurrection In short his Father gave him life and breath But he O Miracle even after Death Revives his Fathers Fathers makes them be Being long since dead fresh in our memory Yea he survives himself and cannot die Until the ending of eternity But minde thy self my Muse remember how Thy calling makes all other things to bow To one Religion leave all other then And make this one the subject of thy Pen Nor need'st thou here put on Creative power As Poets sometimes do who in one hour Create him Saint being dead who all men know A walking devil was when here below None need to stretch his conscience here to tell Officious lies for one that burns in hell To draw belief to 't by his forged story That that damn'd caitiff is a Saint in glory And thereby make even Boyes and Girls to point And say The Preachers conscience 's out of joynt No speak he most then can there is no fear It should offend the tend'redst conscienc'd ear No new truths can be preach'd but what are known No better by the Preacher then the Town All men that knew him by his life might know He was not onely great but godly too Nor was his saintship of that new Edition Which Sequestrations make or a Commission Gain brought him not to Piety To rise From sin to grace he ne'er learn'd by th' Excise Nor did he Proteus like to all mens view Change his religions face still for a new As th' old grew out of credit he ne'er made Religions change to be his gainful trade 'T was Conscience made him Pious no design To rob thee gasping Church of what was thine He deem'd that which the new Saints of our Age Count a main peece of Piety Sacriledge But peace my Muse thou 'dst fame to th' later times And cloath this Heroes actions in thy rhimes Thou long'st to bring partic'lars on the stage And would'st but that the growing Peers o' th' age Being set o' th' counter part would surely raise Thine Elegiake strains to Satyr layes And make them speak so loud that without doubt They 'd doom thee to 't to have thy tongue cut out I think it therefore far the safer way Thou prate no more but that thou rather pray Many such Barnardistons God would send Th' unhappiness of Church and State to 'mend Samuel Reyner Thirloe Mag. An Elegy at the Funeral of that truly Honorrable and most Religious Knight the Right Worshipful Sir NATH. BARNARDISTON WHat Marble now is dry then shall not we Our tears pour forth at this solemnity In ancient time the men of Carthage Town Upon Masistius death their Towers brake down Their Walls they hung with blacks and Towers torn That so not onely men but stones might mourn The Rock it self when Moses smote did spring Streams Crystalline the fiery Flint did bring Much more should we now God himself doth smite Send forth our streaming tears for these of right Are due if we deny this tribute then The stones that now shed tears will shame us men When Pompey by Septimius was slain The valiant Julius Caesar did disdain To view his head when to him it was sent His Kingly heart with pity did relent His Cheeks bedew'd with tears his clemency Did manifest ev'n to his enemy If Julius Caesar wept thus for a fo Then for a friend much more should we do so For such a friend whom all men may of right Most truly term The High Gods favorite His dearest darling and all mens delight Who whil'st he liv'd with us out-shin'd in grace The rest of men now sees God