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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02453	Castara the third edition. Corrected and augmented.	Habington, William, 1605-1654.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1640 (1640)	STC 12585; ESTC S103611	65,258	262

and his vertues quit him from suspitions He freely gives advice but so little peremptory is his opinion that he ingenuously submits it to an abler judgement He is open in expression of his thoughts and easeth his melancholy by inlarging it and no Sanctuary preserves so safely as he his friend afflicted He makes use of no engines of his friendship to extort a secret but if committed to his charge his heart receives it and that and it come both ●o light together In life he is the most amiable object to the soule in death the most deplorable The Funerals of the Honourable my best friend and Kinsman GEORGE TALBOT Esquire Elegie 1. T Were malice to thy fame to weepe alone And not enforce an universall groane From ruinous man and make the World complaine Yet I 'le forbid my griefe to be prophane In mention of thy prayse I 'le speake but truth Yet write more honour than ere shin'd in youth I can relate thy businesse here on earth Thy mystery of life thy noblest birth Out-shin'd by nobler vertue but how farre Th' hast tane thy journey 'bove the highest star I cannot speake nor whether thou art in Commission with a Throne or Cherubin Passe on triumphant in thy glorious way Till thou hast reacht the place assign'd we may Without disturbing the harmonious Spheares Bathe here below thy memory in our teares Ten dayes are past since a dull wonder seis'd My active soule Loud stormes of sighes are rais'd By empty griefes they who can utter it Doe not vent forth their sorrow but their wit I stood like Niobe without a grone Congeal'd into that monumentall stone That doth lye over thee I had no roome For witty grie●e fit onely for thy tombe And friendships monument thus had I stood But that the flame I beare thee warm'd my blood With a new life I le like a funerall fire But burne a while to thee and then expire Elegie 2. TAlbot is dead Like lightning which no part o th' body touches but first strikes the heart This word hath murder'd me Ther 's not in al The stocke of sorrow any charme can call Death sooner up For musiqu's in the breath Of thunder and a sweetnesse even i th' death That brings with it if you with this compare All the loude noyses which torment the ayre They cure Physitians say the element Si●ke with dull vapors and to banishment Confine infections but this fatall shreeke Without the least redresse is utter'd like The last dayes summons when Earths trophies lye A scatter'd heape and time it selfe must dye What now hath life to boast of Can I have A thought lesse darke than th' horror of the grave Now thou dost dwell below Wer 't not a fault Past pardon to raise fancie 'bove thy vault Hayle Sacred house in which his reliques sleepe Blest marble give me leave t' approach and weepe These vowes to thee for since great Talb●t's gone Downe to thy silence I commerce with none But thy pale people and in that confute Mistaking man that dead men are not mu●● Delicious beauty lend thy flatter'd eare Accustom'd to warme whispers and thou 'lt heare How their cold language tels thee that thy skin Is but a beautious shrine in which black sin Is Idoliz'd thy eyes but Spheares where lust Hath its loose motion and thy end is dust Great Atlas of the state descend with me But hither and this vault shall furnish thee With more aviso's then thy cos●ly spyes And show how false are all those mysteries Thy Sect receives and though thy pallace swell With envied pride 't is here that thou must dwell It will instruct you Courtier that your Art Of outward smoothnesse and a rugged heart But cheates your selfe and all those subtill wayes You tread to greatnesse is a fatall maze Where you your selfe shall loose for though you breath Vpward to pride your center is beneath And 't will thy Rhetorick false flesh confound Which flatters my fraile thoughts no time can wound This unarm'd frame Here is true eloquence Will teach my soule to triumph over sence Which hath its period in a grave and there Showes what are all our pompous surfets here Great Orator deare Talbot Still to thee May I an auditor attentive be And piously maintaine the same commerce We held in life and if in my rude verse ● to the world may thy sad precepts read I will on earth interpret for the dead Elegi● 3. LEt me contemplate thee faire soule though I cannot tracke the way which thou didst goe In thy coelestiall journey and my heart Expanssion wants to thinke what now thou art How bright and wide thy glories yet I may Remember thee as thou wert in thy clay Best object to my heart what vertues be Inherent even to the least thought of thee Death w●h toth ' vig'rous ●eate of youth brings fe●●● In its leane looke doth like a Prince appeare Now glorious to my eye since it possest The wealthy empyre of that happie chest Which harbours thy rich dust for how can he Be thought a bank'rout that embraces thee Sad midnight whispers with a greedy eare I catch from lonely graves in hope to heare N●wes from the dead nor can pale visions frigh● His ey● who since thy death feeles no delight In mans acquaint●nce Mem'ry of thy fa●e Doth in me a sublimer soule create And now my sorrow followes thee I tread The milkie way and see the snowie head Of Atlas farre below while all the high S●olne buildings seeme but atomes to my eye I 'me heighten'd by my ruine and while I Weepe or● the vault where thy sad ashes lye My soule with thine doth hold commerce above Where we discerne the stratagems which Love Hate and ambition use to cozen man So fraile that every blast of honour can Swell him above himselfe each adverse gust Him and his glories shiver into dust How small seemes greatnesse here How not a span His empire who commands the Ocean Both that which boasts so much it 's mighty ore And th' other which with pearle ●ath pav'd its shore Nor can it greater seeme when this great All For which men quarrell so is but a ball Cast downe into the ayre to sport the starres And all our generall ruines mortall warres Depopulated states caus'd by their sway And mans so reverend wisedome but their play From thee deare Talbot living I did learne The Arts of life and by thy light discerne The truth which men dispute But by thee dead I 'me taught upon the worlds gay pride to tread And that way sooner master it than he To whom both th' Indies tributary be Elegie 4. MY name deare friend even thy expiring breath Did call upon affirming that thy death Would wound m● poor sad heart Sad it must be Indeed lost to all thoughts of mi●th in thee My Lord if I with licence of your teares Which your great brother's hearse as dyamonds weares T' enrich deaths glory may but speake my

kisse your hands and take my leave To the Right Honourable Archibald Earle of Ar. IF your example be obey'd The serious few will live i th' silent shade And not indanger by the wind Or Sunshine the complexion of their mind Whose beauty weares so cleare a skin That it decayes with the least taint of sin Vice growes by custome nor dare we Reject it as a slave where it breaths free And is no priviledge denyed Nor if advanc'd to higher place envyed Wherefore your Lordship in your selfe Not lancht fa●re in the maine nor nigh the shelfe Of humbler fortune lives at ●ase Safe from the rocks oth'shore and stormes oth'Sea● Your soule 's a well built City where There 's such munition that no war breeds feare No rebels wilde destractions move For you the heads have crusht Rage Envy Love And therefore you defiance bid To open enmity or mischiefe hid In fawning hate and supple pride Who are on every corner fortifide Your youth not rudely led by rage Of blood is now the story of your age Which without boast you may averre 'Fore blackest danger glory did prefer Glory not purchast by the breath Of Sycophants but by encountring death Yet wildnesse nor the feare of lawes Did make you fight but justice of the cause For but mad prodigals they are Of fortitude who for it selfe love warre When well made peace had clos'd the eyes Of discord sloath did not your youth surprize Your life as well as powre did awe The bad and to the good was the best law when most men vertue did pursue In hope by it to grow in fame like you Nor when you did to court repaire Did you your manners alter with the ayre You did your modesty retaine Your faithfull dealing the same tongue and braine Nor did all the soft flattery there Inchant you so but still you truth could heare And though your roofes were richly guilt The basis was on no wards ruine built Nor were your vassals made a prey And for●'t to curse the Coronation day And though no bravery was knowne To out-shine yours you onely spent your owne For 't was the indulgence of fate To give y' a moderate minde and bounteous state But I my Lord who have no friend Of fortune must begin where you doe end 'T is dang'rous to approach the fire Of action nor is 't safe farre to retire Yet better lost i th' multitude Of private men then on the state t' intrude And hazard for a doubtfull smile My stocke of fame and inward peace to spoile I le therefore nigh some murm'ring brooke That wantons through my meddowes with a booke With my Castara or some friend My youth not guilty of ambition spend To my owne shade if fate permit I le whisper some soft musique of my wit And flatter so my selfe I le see By that strange motion steale into the tree But still my first and chiefest care Shall be t'app●ase offended heaven with prayer And in such mold my thoughts to cast That each day shall be spent as 't were my last How ere it's sweete lust to obey Vertue though rugged is the safest way An Elegy upon The Honourable Henry Cambell sonne to to the Earle of Ar. IT s false Arithmaticke to say thy breath Expir'd to soone or irreligious death Prophan'd thy holy youth For if thy yeares Be number'd by thy vertues or our teares Thou didst the old Methusalem out-live Though Time but twenty yeares account can give Of thy abode on earth yet every houre Of thy brave youth by vertues wondrous po●●re Was lengthen'd to a yeare Each well-spent day Keepes young the body but the soule makes gray Such miracles workes goodnesse and behind Th' ast left to us such stories of thy minde Fit for example that when them we read We envy earth the treasure of the dead Why doe the sinfull riot and survive The feavers of their surfets Why alive Is yet disorder'd greatnesse and all they Who the loose lawes of their wilde blood obey Why lives the gamester who doth blacke the night With cheats and imprecations Why is light Looked on by those whose breath may poyson it Who sold the vigor of their strength and wit To buy diseases and thou who faire truth And vertue didst adore lost in thy youth But I le not question fate Heaven doth conveigh Those first from the darke prison of their clay Who are most fit for heaven Thou in warre Hadst tane degrees those dangers felt which are The props on which peace safely doth subsist And through the Cannons blew and horrid mist Hadst brought her light And now wert so compleat That naught but death did want to make thee great Thy death was timely then bright soule to thee And in thy fate thou suffer'dst not 'T was we Who dyed rob'd of thy life in whose increase Of reall glory both in warre and peace We all did share and thou away we feare Didst with thee the whole stocke of honour beare Each then be his owne mourner Wee 'le to thee Write hymnes upon the world an Elegie To CASTARA WHy should we feare to melt away in death May we but dye together When beneath In a coole vault we sleepe the world will prove Religious and call it the shrine of Love There when o th' wedding eve some beautious maid Suspitious of the faith of man hath paid The tribute of her vowes o th' sudden shee Two violets sprouting from the tombe will see And cry out ye sweet emblems of their zeale Who live below sprang ye up to reveale The story of our future joyes how we The faithfull patterns of their love shall be If not hang downe yours heads opprest with dew And I will weepe and wither hence with you To CASTARA Of what we were before our creation WHen Pelion wondring saw that raine which fell But now from angry Heaven to Heaven ward swell When th' Indian Ocean did the wanton play Mingling its billowes with the Balticke sea And the whole earth was water O where then Were we Castara In the fate of men Lost underneath the waves Or to beguile Heaven's justice lurkt we in Noahs floating Isle We had no being then This fleshly frame Wed to a soule long after hither came A stranger to it selfe Those moneths that were But the last age no newes of us did heare What pompe is then in us Who th' other day Were nothing and in triumph now but clay To the Moment last past O Whither dost thou flye Cannot my vow Intreat thee tarry Thou wert here but now And thou art gone like ships which plough the Sea And leave no print for man to tracke their way O unseene wealth who thee did husband can Out-vie the jewels of the Ocean The mines of th' earth One sigh well spent in thee Had beene a purchase for eternity We will not loose thee then Castara where Shall we finde out his hidden sepulcher And wee 'le revive him Not the cruell stealth Of