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A84344 An elegie upon the much lamented death of the Right Honourable, the Lord Brooke. 1643 (1643) Wing E487; Thomason 669.f.6[115]; ESTC R212612 929 1

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AN ELEGIE UPON The much lamented Death of the Right Honourable THE LORD BROOKE WEep not unthristy Mourners Why so fast These weak devotions due unto his last Hoard up such poor expressions of the eye Till either Wife or Child do chance to die Or till thy aged Mothers knell thee call To solemnize her petty Funerall Tears are wrongs here for where such sorrows come The Land it self should groan the men be dumb The heart should summon down the spirits all Till sence benum'd and apprehension fall Congeal'd into a Trance and each man be A mournfull Statue unto Memorie Or if you needs will weep as fits the losse Of such a Friend so serious a Crosse Breathe all the ayre to sighs the drops o' th year At once be all contracted to a Tear Then let each Mourner that hath a desire Weep out a part and weeping so expire Pardon 's great Lord and thy diviner Ghost If by remembring what in thee we lost Out of that honour and love we owe to thee We lose our selves in an Hyperbole Thus much is just and fit that all may know What they unto the name of BROOKE doe owe The Commonwealth's a debter to thy fate Which destin'd thee a sacrifice to th' State But this is the least part that thou didst die For us we wrong thy sacred Memorie If we confesse no more thy high-born Soul Sought by death deaths Cov'nanters to controul And to disarm those Engineers of hell Whose villanies must write their Chronicle It was the Gospels late eclipsed light For which thou li'st thus low in death and night And strov'st to shame and quell each hinderer In peace by example by thy sword in war For this thy resolution stirr'd thee up To give truths enemies and thine the cup Of GODS great wrath and with th' avenging sword To fright all superstition from the Word This made Romes base abettors toile and quake When ere they heard what thou didst undertake This fil'd their mouths with slanders and their hearts Sworn to revenge with poyson'd envious darts To wound thy pure Profession with the name Of schisme and a new-found Brownistick frame This made that base inhumane particide With unexampled treacherie divide Thy soule from body and them both from us To heav'n with a strange desp'rate Mittimus Thus thou didst fall thus diedst thou but to live In heav'n and here with us whilst we can give Or teares or marble the portraiture of fame Upon two pillars reared to thy Name Shall stand where shall be read and understood Thy deaths cause Gods glory the Kingdoms good Printed by Robert Austin and Andrew Coe 1643.