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virtue_n	charity_n	faith_n	temperance_n	1,943	5	10.7125	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A42350	The Christians labour and reward, or, A sermon, part of which was preached at the funeral of the Right Honourable the Lady Mary Vere, relict of Sir Horace Vere, Baron of Tilbury, on the 10th of January, 1671, at Castle Heviningham in Essex by William Gurnall ...	Gurnall, William, 1617-1679.	1672 (1672)	Wing G2258; ESTC R10932	62,221	185

took wing To sing her Carol among those that are Without temptation fault offence or jar But when arriv'd no Mortal can declare What joys in Heaven what welcomes are For this devoted Saint whilst here on Earth We mix Sin with our Songs Tears with our Mirth She 's gone but never perish shall her Name Her works abide to Eternize her Fame Anagr. Verè mira Mirrour of Blessings for what tongue can tell For Grace and Greatness where 's her parallel Edward Thomas In obitum Nobilissimae lectissimaeque Heroinae Mariae Illustrissimi fortissimíque Ducis Horatii Vere Baronis de Tilbury Viduae Carmen Epitaphium NObilitas tibi Vera fuit Prudentia Vera Vera tibi Pietas tibi Vera Fides Vera Dei cultrix fueras Vera Mariti Quaeque nitent aderant omnia Vera tibi Acciderit tandem quòd Mors tibi Vera dolendum Excepto hoc dete singula Vera juvant Simon Ford. S. T. D. On the Death of the Right Honourable and truly Religious the Lady Vere Marie Vere Ever I arme A Tribute who can here pretend To pay but he who hath to spend Whole Indies of refined Ore Ready to bring out of his store Which after all will prove to be Too mean yea bankrupt beggary See Name Relation Sate of Grace Do march in correspondent pace Daring all Enemies to withstand Her Generous Soul or Countermand Its resolution ne're to yield But still to fight and win the Field Ever I arm and so do wait My Captains Word on Foes deceit Or when he musters up his strength Hoping to vanquish me at length Yet then I faint not but being arm'd Through Grace I stood and was not harm'd Here here 's a She maintain'd the Fight Remained Conqueress in despight Of all his Forces till at last Praises and Thanks were her repast Thus Faith and Hope and Patience Triumphant rode i' th' Chariot Hence But how sounds this ever I arm Suiting a Lady once i' th' Arm Of such General whose story Embalms our Nations dying Glory Embroiders Records with his Name Out-bids the narrow mouth of Fame Gurnall display thy Magazine Here thy whole Armour may be seen Bright and well us'd well buckled on A Cuiraseer who having won Many a Battel now receives The Crown which her great Captain gives Maria Vere Jam re vera Jam re vera feror super astra beata triumpho Expectansque diu spesque Fidesque satur Anthony Withers On the much Lamented Death of the Worthy of all Memory the Right Honourable the Lady Vere THrough Floods of Tears my Muse did wade To seek these Mourners and this shade That she poor heart might sit and tell A grief defrauding Parable If in the dark she chuse to walk Or with Ambages mar her talk Or too slow paces seems to go Admit Close Mourner so to do If Speech or Memory do fail Or if perchance she wear her Veil A day a size or two too long Wink at small faults in Mourners Song Unto a Noble Favourite From Holy Land by his own Sp'rite The King of Glory and Renown Sent a choice Jewel of his Crown A Casket first he did prepare Wherein to put this Jewel rare Then this large token of his Love He dropt into it from above It was a cur'ous Artifice Of all brave works the Master-piece Most worthy of that skilful hand Which form'd all things on Sea and Land It s Substance was more pure than Gold More worth than thousands though twice told For kind the best of fittest size Which much in little did comprize It in form a Heart resembl'd A single Heart that ne're dissembl'd A broken Heart that often trembl'd A bleeding Heart most deeply humbl'd Upon the Table of this Heart Not in proportion but in part The graver by Divine impress Set th' Image of his Holiness In it Twelve Pretious Stones were set None such in Princes Coronet In lovely order and in place By three and three with goodly Grace I' th' first row Faith Hope Charity Next Temperance Vertue Purity Then Meekness Kindness Verity I' th' last Love Zeal and Constancy I' th' midst there stood a massy thing Fit for a Royal Spouses Ring Humility men did it call This was the Gracing Grace of all Repentant Tears to Pearls converted In the borders stood well sorted Where they in greatness and in show In goodness too did daily grow In early times it took a fall And thereby lost its Graces all It fell into a lothsom Lake Which did it foul and filthy make Yet a great Prince did not disdain To take it up and ope ' a vein In his own side and with pure blood Wash off the soyl and make it good This fall its Glory did impair This Friend its Breaches did repair ' Cause mending would not serve he knew He melted moulded made it new Then like a Glorious Sun it shin'd With Rays most bright enough to blind Presumptuous eyes which turn'd that way To see what 't was out shin'd the day This Jem the owner of his Grace Most freely lent us for the space Of somewhat more than Ninety Years So long this Pendant deck't our Ears But now alas for non-payment Of Tribute Praise an easie Rent It 's fetch'd away in great displeasure Oh what 's the loss of such a treasure Put off thy Vizard Mask my Muse And don't our Patience still abuse Nor expectation higher raise But name the person thou dost praise Content for sure I am too blame So long to smother that great Name Which in all Countries where it came Was crown'd with Honour and with Fame The Noble Soul described here Was one to God and man most dear Who in Devotion had no peer The Great Good Lady Mary Vere EPITAPH THE Casket of this Jewel rare With deep laments we here Interre In hallow'd ground which yet grows proud Of purer Earth to be the shroud And thou fair shrine in whose close womb This Holy Relick we intomb Preserv't with care and on it try What may be done by Chimistry That when the Trump saith dead arise Thou mayst send forth thy wealthy prize Ev'ry Particle well calcin'd And every dust double refin'd Richard Howlett FINIS Non Maeremus quòd talem amisimus sed gratias agimus quòd habuimus imò habemus Deo enim vivunt omnia quicquid revertitur ad Dominum in familiae numero computatur Epist 27. Epitaph Paulae Matris Minimè quidem Deus est acceptor personarum Nescio tamenquo pacto virtus in Nobili plus placet An fortè quia plus claret Epist CXIII ad Sophiam virginem Quid in illâ virtutum quid ingenii quid sanctitatis quid puritatis invenerim vereor dicere ne fidem credulitatis excedam Hieron Ep. 16. ad Princip Virg. This Letter was writ An. Dom. 1628. Heb. 6.2 Acts. Rom. 6.8 Numb 13.30 Numb 14.31 Mic. 3. 1 John 5.3 Hebr. 11.1 Eph. 2. Heb. 6.17 Heb. 1.14 1 Sam. 16.11 Rev. 21.7 Psal 17.15 Psal 55.19 Psal 19.11 Psal 34.8 Rom. 6.21 Gal. 6. Isa 3.10 Psal 57.37 Prov. 25.5 Jam. 5.3 Mar. 11.32 2 Sam. 2.19 Nehem. 7.2