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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

impresse That rul'd thy actions and as firmly stood As doth the Oke the Monarch of the wood VVhose stately towring top scorns to strike sayl Like to the Poplar to each whiffling gale And dance a quaver with a trembling bough VVhen Boreas plays a crochet on his brow Men now adays in such a posture stand That 's ready to receive each base command Blow what wind wil like the wind-serving Vane They wil comply then as you were again Mechanick spirits with their supple joynts Can ring the changes to a thousand points And please their ears too with that Stygian sound That 's harsh enough ev'n Babel to confound But Barm'ston moved in an higher sphear Disdain'd to crouch unto degenerous fear And on the Hinges turn his Patron knee To dance the humours of disloyalty Blush blush you servile natures that can mould Your very souls into what frame you would New cast your moulds and work your brittle clay To such a temper as with honour may Heav'ns-broad-backt Porter Atlas strength excel And under-prop the Churches cittadel And tott'ring state A pillar we have lost By deaths unhappy stroke our glory 's crost An ancient Pillar whose firm basis stood Supporters of the truth and what was good Ev'n when surrounded with the dangerous seas Of Errors ●●hisms and Metamorphoses Call it Seths pillar wonder and vouchsafe To read th' inscription in this Epitaph Behold Nathaniel sayes sacred style An Isra'lite indeed in whom 's no guile An holy vessel tunn'd with noble breath By Surgeons broacht to be drawn out by death Mirrour of goodness and of constancy Gods gift our losse within this vault doth lye Quòte maesta pedes an quò via ducit in aedem Musa perantiquum quid petis aegra locum Fortè sepulchrales mens est invisere sedes Et veterum exuvias ossaque spectra times Flebilis illa refert vix ora in verba resolvens Heu cineres magni nominis urna tenet Et dictura fuit Barmston dolor occupat ora Sic vox ipsa haeret faucibus exit Io. Tesequar at lentis pedibus modò currite versus Funeris heu maestos cogor inire modos Stella serena poli cecidit jam gloria nostri O decus O nostri stella serena poli Hac signante viam non qualem erraticus ignis Nil metuit populus stagna profunda dolos Infaustos nusquam radios diffudit in orbem Evomuitve iras bella nefanda neces Indidit huic nullas vires natura malignas Quales cancer habet scorpius a●que canis Quin dedit aspectus aequos frontemque benignam Luce sub innocuâ non latet ulla lues Scilicet innumeri fulgent hinc indè planetae Et nova dispergunt lumina quale decus Fert quasi stelliferam per dorsum stellio sphaeram Sed cave tabificam pixida pectus habet Lucifer Angelico zeli larvatus amictu Decipit incautum credulitate gregem Augustam Phoebi faciem mortalibus aegris Invida opaco aufert corpore Luna suo Non tulit haec nostrum magno dum luxit in orbe Aequali peragens tramite Sydus iter Meeoenas Trabeatus Eques Pascit Colit Ornat Clerum Jus Patriam Munere Voce Fide Singula quid memorem Nil non laudabile Barmston Stemmata nobilitans stemmate prisca suo Nubibus immunis translato est mortis Horizon Occasu claro pulchrior ortus erit Ra. Astel An Elegy on the Death of the Right Worshipful Sir NATH. BARNARDISTON IF Davids Worthies God himself recount In Writ Divine which doth humane surmount If Christ the anointing of his holy Head Deign'd as an honor done t' his Funeral Bed And to requite this pretious Maries favor Embalm'd her name with Everlasting savor Then do we not amiss this faithful Knight To praise and recommend if so me might Hereafter move to pious emulation Posterity by holy imitation And not his Son alone to bear the Name And Heir his Grace but others gain the fame Of being like this er'st renowned Knight To equal and surpass him if they might Whil'st others envy Ministers are bound His praise by Word and writing forth to sound To him who did Prophets on Earth receive Prophets reward both God and Man shall give Nathaniel don coruscus Barnardiston Vixit in hac terra nobilitatu● Eques Vixisset semper regeret si stamina vita Vox populi cujus claruit auspic●it Clarus ad invidiam quem sic neque dira simultas Flexit ab officio carcere sive mini● Mista priora novis nec summa pericla movebant Obstrictum Patriae cum pietate Deo Eripit hunc nobisque suit mors scaeva videmur Orbatam patriam flere perinde domum Quem Deus indid sit rapuit mors sava queremur Non rapuit reddens officiosa Deo Ossa quidem nobis anima ascendente reliquit E●apsam ut vestem quam tenet arca pia Qua Deus expurgans simul fulgore deaurans Regis in adventu vestiet ad thalamos Haec vates sperans ovat gestitque videre Nunc Monumenta spei tunc documenta rel. Observantiae causa posuit Clemens Ray On the Death of that most Illustrious and worthy Knight Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston OFt have I seen in veiwing Monuments Of Roral Drops from Marble strange descents Wonder not why this Rocky Marble weeps For lo here Noble Barnardiston sleeps The sleep of death 't is strange to cloudy sence That in the Tomb there seems no difference 'Twixt just and unjust Pebble and the Gem. Here vertue seems to wear no Diadem 'T is strange here seems to fall such equal lots Upon the Traitors and true Patriots But cease fond heart to wonder 't is not hard God is to such th' exceeding great reward And sure to him who yet could ne'r be wone To act a Proteus in Religion Reward in life he met with great renown God did his faithful acts with glory crown Reward in death for when the world shall see Those Pha●tons in dust interred be Both names and bodies too and them shall laugh To scorn to see no better Epitaph Then this Lo here their skeletons are laid Who once their Country and their Church betray'd His name shall live as one that witness'd well Himself to be a true Nathaniel ACROSTIC Nomen in aeternum Barnurdistone perenne Augusta humanum pectus dum capsula condit Tulampas terris ast inter sydera coeli Haud minimus meliore tui jam parte manebis Accingens radiis nitidis tua tempora Phoebus Noster amator eras artis sophiaeque patronus Imminuere decus gentis virtutis honorem Electi Heroes fidei tu semper amicus Lex tibi grandis erat virtus quae nescia vinci Bruma perennis adest nobis te sole cadente Astra calore carent nitidi sine lumine Phoebi Rara fides genti virtus procerumque propago Nostrorumque decus capitis tua gloria magni Ast nihili pendens tu talia {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman}

face to face When that the Emp'ror Titus did depart What cloudy looks moyst cheeks and heavy heart Might be beheld all o'r the Roman State Each single man bemoaning his sad fate And thus concerning him they did complain Titus is gone t' our loss though to his gain The same may we take up Gods darling 's gone 'T is for his good though our affliction Well mourn we may as in some silent grove Whil'st he in heavenly joyes triumphs above Nathaniel he was Gods gift to us A Gem a precious Pearl esteem'd and thus The greater was our joy but now deceas'd The more our grief and sorrows are increas'd It seems God gives and takes who can gainsay God saith Give me my gem who shall say nay Who shall resist his will Lord take thine own But give us leave our loss for to bemoan A custom 't was of old that men renown'd Not onely living but when dead were crown'd Marcellus once this honor did receive The same the Emperor Augustus gave To Alexander's Tomb Demetrius His Urn when he was dead was crowned thus Not any man more worthy of this Bay Then he for whom we celebrate this day A King he liv'd most worthy to be crown'd In whom so many graces did abound A King he di'd Deaths Victor now sits down In Heaven resplendent with a glorious crown When Death uncas'd his Soul it to Heaven tended And by his declination he ascended How now grim Death whence cometh thus thy rage What could'st finde none but th' Phoenix of our age To exercise thy cruelty upon No twinkling Star none serve thee but the Sun Thus to eclipse How do'st thou think shall we Deport our selves when we no Sun can see Whence this thy hate to break our Rule and Line To take our Pattern from 's that was Divine Hadst thou no white but innocencies heart Whereat to level this thy forked dart O 't is not he but we that feel the smart Lo here a Spectacle we see To teach us all what we must be Wouldst know thy mettal then look on The Mould and Earth thou tread'st upon Look here proud man behold thy Mother For at the first thou hadst no other She brought thee forth thou art her son Flesh of her flesh bone of her bone Thou must repay again what she hath lent thee Thy flesh thy bone and what e'r else she sent thee Tho. Marriot M. A. On the Death of that Noble Patriot of his Country Sir Nath. Barnardiston I Heard that many Poets went of late In a full throng to knock at Heavens gate Humbly beseeching Jove of his quick brain From whence Minerva without Mothers pain Or Midwifes help a witty Dame did flow Some few small Particles on them bestow And highly their immortal souls inspire With a divine and active nimble fire That they might fancies quick and high conceive And might even Virgil of his Bayes bereave 'T was granted then in haste to Helicon With fury rapt beyond themselves they run And for their guide among the nine they chuse A fullen melancholly pensive Muse To shew that bitter stream of Pegasus That prompted Naso with De Tristibus Of this they largely drinking to their fill Did into farre more bitter tears distill Sounding aloud in hideous lamentation As when Plague Sword and Famine fright a Nation I wondring curiously the cause desir'd VVhich so much wit and so much grief requir'd 'T was answer'd in a sad and doleful voyce By one whose sorrows did surmount his noyse Alas of all good men of such though blest The Catalogue 's but short we ' ave lost the best Prince in his Tribe his Countries Patriot By election made not undiscerning Lot A just wise honest noble Senator Lover of Peace contentions Arbiter Patron of Learning Poverties releife The Angels joy and ease unto friends grief Farewell brave Soul whom now the Saints do greet In all things high but in thine own conceit These great Elog'ums did me little move A stranger to his person and his love Beside I knew that Poets some for gaine Many for feare and more for hunger straine The musick of their pliant giddy passion To any humour of Mecaenas fashion Yet some impression I must needs admit Seeing whole Families and Hamblets sit Like Israel by Euphrate discontent As if his absence were their banishment I therefore did unto the Funerall show If not a Party yet Spectator goe There was the much lamented herse let down In hope of resurrection to a crown In silent vault confin'd with worms and dust Where marble must consume and iron rust Whence we expect a glorious release For th' seeds corruption tendeth to increase But when I saw the mournful Dowager Like Mary Magdalen by th' Sepulcher Fixing her eyes upon the greedy grave Which humane flesh unsatisfi'd doth crave As if in that cold bed she 'd rather lye Then part with her old loving company When Children Nephews Kinsmen there stood dumb Like Images to deck the dead Knights Tomb I could not then refraine but these tears lent As drops to th' Sea their sorrow to augment Sure he was very good who when life fayl'd Left so much wealth behind and 's yet bewayl'd Whose heir can slightly look upon his gold And wish't i th' live Testators hand untold But grieve not Sirs nor envie him his mind He 's far above what he hath left behind Nathaniel is not dead but was entic'd To leave his Fig-tree for to follow Christ Edmund Vnderwood A Funerall Elegie on the Right Worshipfull Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston WHen Abner dy'd King David then could say A great man fell in Israel that day But how may we lament to see Gods hand Thus snatch this great and good man from our Land This our right Worthy Sir Nathaniel Who did not suffer guile in him to dwel But when our giddy-headed Nation run After strange Meteors he most like the Sun Kept on his course in Justice Truth and Right And shin'd more clearly in this sable night Rend now your hearts and be confounded all That love the truth at Barnardistons fall When such strong pillars from the Church are ta'ne VVhat can we judge in reason to remaine But desolation yet great Jove can still Extract much good from greatest sence of ill Near forty years hath he most glorious been In strengthning vertue and suppressing sin Of all that knew him was he most renown'd And now by God that made him is he crown'd And in immortal glory shall remaine Until that day that all shal rise againe And then with Christ his Saviour shal appear To judge all those that were Apostates here John Soame Gent. An Elegie on the much lamented death of Sir Nathaniel Barnardiston VVEre I indued with that learned skil To mourn thy doleful death with such a quil As might it grave in lines as faire as those Thou wrot'st thy noble life in and compose Each sillable by so exact a square As that whereby thy actions formed were Then