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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11434	Virtus post funera viuit or, Honour tryumphing over death Being true epitomes of honorable, noble, learned, and hospitable personages. By VVilliam Sampson.; Virtus post funera vivit.	Sampson, William, 1590?-1636.	1636 (1636)	STC 21687; ESTC S110636	32,683	73

carride even And questionles hee findes them now in heaven For upright justice is the path that bringes Man to the presence of the Kinge of Kinges He ●uilyes Motto every morne did scan None feedes on justice but the upright man He serv'd our Soveraigne James our lawrell Kinge ●●ke him that did our Israell● gloryes sing He Knight-hood gave him for his Zeale Love Truth And dignifi'd him in his prime of youth Honors doe seldome come without desert For time makes vice or Vertue most apert Truth like a Columne does the one support Time Lawier-like does the other court His Love Zeale Goodnes Truth Piety Strong creditors with Soveraignity So pleas'd our glorious King Charles of same For to investe on him a servants name In his new fabrick in which mystery He ended life in great Tranquillity Which ●●●bury the house of Lan●aster And Iohn of Gauntes shall evermore ever● Not coveting honour for the Agardes names But it perpetuating to their fames Muse thou art in a Lab'riuth ' an Maze His Vertues questionles thy spirits daze For thou hast lost thy supine major part Th' unbounded boundlesse goodnes of his heart There Vertue kept her seat Apolles line In his contention was not halfe so fine So true refined and so full of grace The Carde'nall Vertues there strove for a place Thrice happy he that liveing loveing dyes When Vertue strives for due preeminencies This Maxime to his age even from his youth He did prefer friendship goes still with truth Reguardlesse of a t●●e friendes small offence True friendship aimes at perfect eminence Those Centryes where thou liv'dst doe blazon forth Thou liveing had'st their harts now dead thy worth Lives still with them that time cannot decay Till all dissolves and time sweepes all away Thou liv'dst in peace and so dide and like thee May all men goe to true Eternitie On the same IF Marble monuments tell to future daies Th'●habiters good deedes glories honour praise Why should not thine say something since in thee Goodnes rests to perpe 〈…〉 e Thou had'st a schollers knowledge and best parts And liv'dst sole M● of the liberall Arts Thy goodnes needs hoe testate for thy deedes Like a true Gard'ner rooted 〈◊〉 ill weedes Leaving the supple plantes Herbes and Flowers Befiting coronets of vertues bowres No tribulations ever shooke thy brest Patience did evermore support thy creste Resolvde on that ould S●crates did sing Meekenes ' is the greatst Trophe of a King Where power wantes there E●●y son'st is knowne But where thine lay thy mercy was most showne Thy love charity liberality Were all express'd in true humility The just mans merits by his deudes are sound The bad mans are like waters cast on ground Thy life unspotted was thy end as cleare As Jupiters in his ascendant spheare The Romans when their famous Consulls dide Petitioned their Oracles to divide Their goodnes 'mongst their kindred so may thine By that meanes they will all be made divine Wert not a sin to wish we should desire Aectias Botles againe for to inspire Fresh life 't is said that they are stuff'd with breath But there 's no conqueror comes after death Ould Faussons joy farewell for there thy name Shall last as long as honour time or fame To thy dead Herse thy honourd friend this gives That love is firmest after death still lives On the pattern of modesty ELIZA TEVERY daughter of GERVASE TEVERY of Staplefoord Esquire VVHy did the Lilly Paunce and Violet weepe The Marigold ere Sun-set in did creepe At whose refiexion she us'd for to rise And at his way-gate to close up her eies Why were the beaten waies with flowers strovvne And set with needy Lazars hanging downe Their mournefull heades why did the Pulpit mourne At if prepared for some Funerall urne And yet the Temple was with garlands hung Of swee● smelling Flowers which might belong Vnto some bridall not heaven knowes the cause T' was otherwise decreed in Natures Lawes Those smelling sweetes with which our sense was fed Were for the buriall of a maiden-head Which made an Antumne just in the mid-spring And all things contrary their birthes to bring Herbs Plants and Flowers contrariously grew Because they now receiv'd not natures devv The needy beggers hung their heads for thee Thou matchlesse Map of maiden modesty From whose faire handes they had an almners pay As often as they met thee every day The sacred Temple where thy holy fires Of incense was powr'd on in chast desires Was thus prepard and deek'd on every side To welcome thee as her sole soveraigne Bride Whose goodnes was inimitable whose vertues shone Like to the Sun in his bright Horizon The maiden vestalls that with watry eies Bore thee to 'th Church for Vesta's sacrifize Were all in white carracts of innocence Prefiguring thy greater eminence So great their losse that with watery eiene They offer teares still to thy Virgin shrine And if that teares sighes or prai●es could save thee What would not they expresse now to have thee Sacred divinity allowes of no such wish Therefore emparadie'd soule rest thou in blisse Thy neighbours-●●d a share in thy great fall But most thy parents in thy funerall Vnparallel'd piece farewell ther 's no Grace But was transparent in thy maiden face And when thy Virgin blushes did appeare They show'd like Phoebus in our hem●●phere Or like the ●ofie blushes of the morne When he th' enameld Zodiacke does adorne Her tender yeeres were free from hatefull pride Nor were her lookes with red-look'd anger dy'd She had with Martha a most zealous hart But did with Mary choose the better part Her losse was piteous yet lesse to be wailde Since she on Cherubins high heaven scalde Where 'mongst the Hierarohies she sits and sings Sweet Hymenealls with the King of Kings On ould JOHN CVRS'EN of KEDLESTON Esquire IOHN CVRSON Anagramma So I runne on IOHN CVRSONE Anagramma Honour is sure Which Anagrammi●de thus 't is cleere and pure So hee ranne on His honour now is sure On the same THy childrens losse and countries praise Thou Crowne of age life and long daies In thee a happines still appeares That could'st tell o're so many yeeres Achilles in thy prime of youth U●sses in thy sager grouth Lib rall yet fiugall foe to none Vertues choise companion Enrich'd with all her sacred partes The Muses friend and nurse of Artes. Earth use him gently for his fate Never livde at under-rate The VVorme scarse so much goodnes joy'd Since the great deluge earth annoy'd Gone is the hospitable cloake And where fire was thers now no smoke Then that in ●ll things did'st excell I wish mee with thee so farewell On that renowned and Hospitable Gentleman JOHN PALMER of Kegworth Esquire SMall briefes containe large matters and By some partes the whole we understand Rich Diamonds though set In lead Are not for worth lesse valued Their sparkleing beauties most are seene When night would hide them with a Skreene Though earth hath hid thee in her womb● Yet thy great worth lives in thy tombe Thy goodnes was unparalleld Thy charity by no●e excelld Thy bounty learning love and name Are Trophes of thy countries same They have more recordes of thee two For thou did'st that none ells did doe The poore man welcome had from thee Before the rich mans bravery He on thy bounteous Table fed And was with all things cherished Nay Palmer-like thou did'st assay To fetch them in from the high way And with thine owne sleece made and spun Cover the lame the blinde and dumbe The Lazar might not starveingly Thou coverdst his necessity The rich might not the poore oppresse The just mans cause thou didst redresse Thy house was made an hospitall And plenty cride ' y are welcome all The stranger might not thirsty passe For there was Tempors full brim'd glasse Prefiguring his thirsty soule Might be refresh'd but not made fowle As Zephyrs bottles such was his minde Sweet calme and free loveing and kinde Great pity Death did in a rage Send Palmer on a pilgrimage Nere to returne for in his losse He Kegworthes sorrow did engrosse And yet he left a merry one Whose worth 's inferiour to none A Patriot of true deserts A nursing father to all arts All men are Palmers Pilgrime meeke He compass'd earth high Heav'n to seeke The Saints receiv'd him into blisse The earth her Palmer still doth misse FINIS Imprimatur Exaedib Londin Sa. Baker Apr. 22. 1636. Hector Boctiu● and Aenca● Sylvius in their descriptio● of the Rivers of Scotland Tay said to bee the most noble River in Angus Iohannes Major Guiccardine 〈◊〉 Gildas in the Expul of the Danes A most pious Princely gift 100. per Annum and confirm'd by Charter The Lord Rich married the Lady Anne daughter of William Earle of Deton shire Not of him that was the Terror of France though all the rest were brothers of his Line A famous Chappell and the Tombe of his noble ancestours by him erected over her in the Parish Church of Wilne in Derby-shire Being his ●●der brother To the Lady Bur 〈…〉 ut

the Lady Katherin Baronesse Ogle worker to the right Honorable William Earle of Newcastle and the most noble Gentleman Sr. Charles Cavendish VVHen the two Tables first were writ in stone By the All-mighty which made all of none They certainly were left us for to show How in this life our times we should bestow Why may n●t● then boldly forrage on To write a truth without detraction Thy sacred vertues cannot lodged be Surer in Grave then in the memorie Of thy deare issue● that emboldens me To write thy merits in an elegy That Tree must needes be good when as the fruit Is alwaies ready for the taste and tooth I meane in leason For Divinity Allowes to each plant full maturity Hadst thou bene one of common birth or gone Above thy female sexe in but in one Rare gift my mournfull elegies then might As offred incense doe thee funerall rite But when so many rarities conspire In one selfe person fit for all t' admire Small wonder then if my amazed eies Are dazel'd with diviner rarities And I of sense and wonder quite bereft Si ce for to praise thee ther 's scarse one way left For thou wert all divinity so rare Few earthly creatures might with thee compare So sil'd with knowledge sanctitie love zeale As if by prophesie thou couldst un vaile All holy mysteries thy every word Had reference to the Almighty Lord In Hymns and Soliloquies thou didst pay Thy Orisons as incense every day Or balme powr'd on his Altars therefore we Counte it a blessing to remember thee Whose good deedes we may aime at but not touch 'T were a Herculcan labour and too much For women to aspire or match thy worth One Phoenix dead ther 's yet no more come forth Out of thy ashes and yet thine owne faire birth Has brought a second blessing to the Earth Like spreding Vines they bout his tables grow And like the lovely Olives stand in row In these thou still dost live thou art the Tree These stemmes of honour all are growne from thee 'T is not a few poore lines that can pourtray Thy ample worth the Muses lost their way Seeking to discribe thee then blame not me If I come short of thy known memory Whose every word was all perfection And what I now write meere detraction I cannot reach unto thy ample story That was so fraughted with Zeale Goodnes Glory Humility was thy hand-maide and she Has wafted thee to immortalitie Where sacred ravishing●s thou hear'st above Whiles we on Earth doe memorize thy love Bouls o're retaines thy Corpes the whole VVorld thy fame Ther 's nothing here dead of thee not thy Name On the right Honorable WILLIAM last Earle of Devon-shire who married the most noble Lady CHRISTIAN Sister to the Lord BRVSE and lyes inter 〈…〉 d in DERBY I Make no doubt but from the Muses quire Some more sweet singers nobler and higher Have offred to thy shrine yet let not me When others pay live in obscuritie Without acknowledgment 't were a sin indeede At which even Heathens doe us farre exceede Ingratitude is ba●e my treas'ry poore Yet ● le l●nd some things from my Muses store Thy honours gain d not more unto thy name Then did thy vertues in thy Funerall flame Nay wert thou now alive there is none that dare Thy living vertues then for to compare For thou wouldst thinke we flattered but now Thy death shall all suspition disavow T is sin for to bely the dead yet we Hold goodnes speakes all truth not flatterie I want that rhetorique which the men of Rome Did joyntly beare unto dead Tullies tombe Yet I 'le not danbe thy utne since that there Can be no fowle things where ther 's no fowle eare Thine ancestors of noble birth and fames Whose good deedes have eternized their names Whose zeale of faith fealty to Prince Detracting envy can no whit convince With all those stratagems she workes to eate Into a free brest void of malices seat Th' art not more honourd by thine ancestrie Than they are triply dignifi'd by thee Since all their honours thou didst multiply And soe didst leave them to posterity For to be great-borne is not the meere cause Why men receive lowd popular applause But to be good-borne does transcend the great Goodnes makes greatnes for to be compleat And she was thine inherent vertue strove In various waies all vices to remove In France thy honours there did gaine renowne From the most Christian wearer of that Crowne Those courtly favorits that gazde on thee Said that thy lookes promisd maturitie E●en the greatst Pheeres of France no more did wish But the Alliance of a Cavendish They thy admirers were and thou the Man In whom whole rivolets of vertue ran Not by conceiv'd hopes for in thy face Were Characters of honour set in grace With vertues never found out nor yet thought With sacred sanctity thy hart was fraught With còurtesie courage bounty wisdome What greater trophies can adorne a tombe Honour learning knowledge piety The holy blessings of some deity But that which makes these to perfection grow He who had all these could be humble too But that 's a blessing from eternity Successively given to thy family Humility is a robe of high renowne And 'mongst the card'nall vertues weares the Crowne These made the Princely Dolphin t' admire thee And all the French Pheeres in love desire thee And with a mourners sorrow waile thy losse When thou from France the English seas did crosse Thy parting from them was as if some groome Should leave his Bride and journey farre from home Yet hoping to enjoy her lord againe In ' midst of anguish gave release to paine He that from strangers had these favours showne VVhat graces then deserv'd he from his owne As great Embassadours of eminence From forreigne Princes doe their suites commense Are in all pompe and honourable port Receiv'd and grac'd by persons of the Court Such is the Princes will soe was this Man of men Vnto his native home receiv'd agen And married unto the Princely line Of noble Bruise beyond the River Tine Of whom some noble branches still remaine Whose honours part of their great worths retaine The one engraffd in warlike Rich's Armes The other ready to sing warr's Alarmes Then came each Poet with his sprigge of Bayes With all the Muses to set forth his praise Into whose Palmes he evermore did powre Such heapesas Jove in Danaes lap did showre Thus like a goodly Fabricke did he stand Admirde and honord by all in our Land Especially by sacred majesty In whose true service he did live and dy Lov'd of his Country honour'd of the state And his mortality dide free from hate For which the Muses to his memory Have now noe other song but Elegy On the right Honorable JANB Countesse of Shrewsbury Wife to the right Honorable EDVVARD Lord TALBOT of Shrewsbury last of that family dedicated to the right Honorable the Lady JANE CAVENDISH Daughter