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A72773 Orders taken, and enacted, for orphans and their porcions. anno. M.D.L1 [sic].; Acts and orders. 1551-10-13 City of London (England). Court of Common Council. 1575 (1575) STC 16704.3; STC 18843A; ESTC S110732 2,720 13

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Sighes At the contemporary deaths OF Those incomparable Sisters The Countesse of Cleaveland AND Mistrisse CICILY KILLEGRVE Daughters of Sir IOHN CROFTS Knight Of Saxom Hall in the Countie of Suffolke Deceased And his Noble Lady now living Breathed forth by F. Q. LONDON Printed by Tho. Cotes for N. Alsop and are to be sold at the Angell in Popes head Alley 1640. TO THE HONORABLE LADY The Lady CROFTS Madam EArth is a mixture of Heaven and Hell Jn heaven is all happinesse and no misery in Hell is all misery and no happinesse Jn earth both happinesse and misery The grave is the common Rest from both Jf our happinesse had no misery to sharpen it wee should expect no other Heaven if our misery had no happinesse to sweeten it we should feare no other Hell. But God hath delt us both that in adversity wee may hope better and in Prosperity feare worse Not many Ladies in this Land could shew a fairer Inventory of Gods favour than your selfe either as single in your owne person or as multiplied in your children yet could not all this raise you a perfect happinesse here All earthly happinesse is like earth alterable alwayes meeting with an alterable subject in so much that if it could abide with us wee could not stay with it We must shake hands and part Madame our lives are but Lampes to light us in this darke Vale to finde that Jewell wee lost in Paradise If wee had never lost that jewell we had never left that Paradise These your two daughters found it in their Saviours birth and were strait invited to the feast of his Circumcision and shall wee be sad Drest in those jewels they were called to the Lambs Marriage and shall we mourne They chang'd an earthly Hadradrimmon for a heavenly Ierusalem and shall wee lament Madam I know Flesh and Blood which is made of nothing but a little dust tempered with a few teares would repine at this But your Ladiship is instructed in a better Schoole and hath attain'd to a higher Forme than Sense 'T is true Naturall affection hath much to plead against the extreames of Stoicisme but Religion hath more to plead against the excesse of Naturall affection Rough Stoicisme denies all sorrow Soft affection excluds all comfort Religion moderates and with the surplusage of Natures teares mollifies the Stoicks heart Madam I beseech Almighty God to comfort you in all your griefes and direct them to their right Object So shall your sadnesse be momentary and your joyes eternall According to the Wishes of Your Ladiships humble Servant FRA ▪ QVARLES Sighes 1. If our Sad eyes could rayne For every drop a Shower Our needlesse Quill might then refraine This heavy taske But since our teares are pent Within our straitned eyes our Pen must give them vent ▪ 2. Blunt Quill And do'st thou think To glorifie thy Skill In Sooty Characters of Inke Or that thy easie Language can proclaime An Accent halfe so shrill as the loud Trumpe of Fame ▪ 3. But tell O tell me why Should our sad lines compell A teare or force a trickling eye We begge it not What gentle eye embalmes The precious dust of Saints brings Off●●ings and not Almes ▪ 4. You whom Victorious Passion Hath foyl'd and over come With sighes and teares not wept for fashion Come beare a part These Obsequies doe sue To entertaine such Guests such Guests alone as you 5. Rash Fates Were you adviz'd At how extreame great Rates True Honor and Perfection's priz'd When you in twice two dayes surprized more Then Ages can prescribe then Ages can restore 6. Repose O gentle earth This sacred Dust kept close As Reliques of our buried Mirth Let Time preserve your holy Turfts unstirr'd This Age will scarce unlocke your Gates for such a third 7. In this Cold bed of Clay Vnstain'd perfection is Laid downe to sleepe till breake a day Which when the early morning Trumpe shall so●nd With Ioy with Robes with Crownes shall wake be cloath'd be crown'd ▪ 8. Sad Tombe Hadst thou the might To understand for whom Thy marble Curtaines make this night thou 'ldst vie with Mahomets if such there be Two stones support but his two Saints are propts to thee 9. We should Invoke to ayde And challenge if we would Assistance from the heavenly Mayde But we forbeare The Spirit of griefe infuses More salt into our Quill than all the sacred Muses 10. Provoke Loud stormes to blow Or smothring Flaxe to smoake Full seas to swell Spring-tides to flow For us we need no ay'd nor will suborne The helpe of forreigne Art. True griefe knowes hovv to mourne 11. Hard stones If hearts should not Would cleave and split with grones Ere so much worth should lie forgot At such a losse should stones forbeare to breake Their flinty Silence stones the very stones would speake 12. To speake Bare truth would try A Faith that were not weake T would seeme a ranke Hyperboly To make but halfe their excellence appeare For whom wee mourne for whom we justifie this teare 13. If not The height of Blood Vertue without a spot And all those gifts that earth calls good May send some Priviledge to life nor adde Some sand to Natures Glasse what matter good or bad 14. Perswade Perswade not me False earth to trust thy aide Or build my hopes on it or Thee Give all thou hast alas thou canst not make Estates for more than life Thou dost but give and take 15. Stone hearts Let mee bespeake You all to play your parts If you be too too hard to breake Too stout for drops to pierce yet come You 'l serve for stuffe to build their honourable Tombe 16. To breake The Peace of Saints In taking leave to speake Our reall griefes in vaine complaints Is but a tricke of earth Why should we thus Afflict our soules for them that finde no griefe but us 17. Attend You gentle eares A while and wee will end Our sighes and wipe away your teares We 'l change our Scene we 'l unsad our Stile We 'l teach your sighes to sing we 'l teach your teares to smile 18. Report You blessed Peeres Of the eternall Court Your Hallalujahs mixt with theirs Welcome these Saints to that Celestiall Quire Where griefes doe not explore where joyes doe not expire 19. And you O blessed Payre That now have enterview With Thrones and Syraphims that share With Powers and Angels O what Oratory Can colour out your joyes What Pen can chant your Glory 20. Shall then The puddle teares Of earth-begotten Men Wash your white Names or cloy your eares No no 't is pitty teares should intercept The peace of your sweet Rest where teares are never wept 21. Shed teares Had they beene tied To serve their wearie yeares At earths hard Trade and then denied A common Rest this had beene apt to breede A thousand thousand teares This had beene griefe indeed 22. Enough Let this suffice To shew how poore a Puffe Is earth and all that earth can prize Wealth honor beauty in whose flames we burne Give warning in the bed and leave us at the Vrn. ● 23. Without The least surmise Of unbeliefe or doubt Our mountaine faith doth canonize These Saints whose dying Ashes did conferr To their Redeemers Birth gifts passing gold and Myrrh 24. My Pen Thou hast transgrest Archangels and not Men Should sing the story of their Rest But we have done we leave them to the trust Of heavens eternall Towre and kisse their sacred Dust Epitaph IF our blunt Quill but tell you whom Rash Fates repose in this sad Tombe We should provoke hard stones to speake If not perswade stones hearts to breake Attend report and you shall then Shed teares enough without my Pen. The End.