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A11194	The tvvo famous pitcht battels of Lypsich, and Lutzen wherein the ever-renowned Prince Gustavus the Great lived and died a conquerour: with an elegie upon his untimely death, composed in heroick verse by John Russell, Master of Arts, of Magdalene Coll. in Cambridge.	Russell, John, d. 1688.; Russell, John, d. 1688. Elegie upon the death of the most illustrious and victorious Prince Gustavus Adolphus King of Swethland &c. aut	1634 (1634)	STC 21460; ESTC S116282	35,062	94

unto others such like smart As I now feel Would this give ease to me Or any whit abate my miserie It would Oh that the All-wise Providence Would on these Miscreants such like plagues dispense That they might roar with their calamities And with their louder clamours drown the cries Of my distressed children whose sad mones Do wound my heart and pierce the very stones How many thousand Mothers at this time Within the limits of my wretched clime Weep without ceasing and with shrillest notes And bitter exclamations tear their throats How many tender Widows curse their Fates By raging Warre robb'd of their dearest Mates How many aged Fathers lift their eyes Drown'd o're with tears to the unpitying skies Admiring that the fulgent Sunne displayes On their so wretched Land his cheerfull rayes Is there no pitie in the heav'ns at all Cannot the grief of Mortals once appall You Spirits divine that 'bove us do reside And the rapt Spheres do in their courses guide They wonder that the rolling starres still shine And never at their torments do repine If their dire imprecations might prevail They would have had them muffled in a vail Of mournfull hue and in a pitchie cloud Swoln bigge with tears their heav'nly lustre shroud That with their hearts the whole earth might agree And once again a confus'd Chaos be Who can these blame that thus excessive mone Who have been spoiled of more lives then one That in so short a time alas have lost That which so many cares and yeares hath cost Cease cease my Children your so wofull crie Will make my swelling heart in sunder flie Who can endure such shrieks as pierce my eares Who can unmoved view such flouds of teares I dare not upward lift my fainting eyes Lest they descrie new woes new miseries For wheresoe're I turn me to behold My cities are in flames and smoke enroll'd Huge heaps of Ruines Warres dire Monuments Cruell Bellona every where presents All this great mischief and disastrous woe From Rome as from a pois'nous spring doth flow And thou proud Frier whose ambitiousnesse A Triple Diadem can scarce depresse Thrice cursed be thy deadly pride that thus With warres and ruines hast o'rewhelmed us Most flintie-breasted Tigre that canst brook With heart unpitying and unmoved look To see so many at thy feet to die And fall lower then hell to keep thee high To see so many Nations choisest flowers Cut down by sudden death in so few houres And all this will not move thee to relent Nor winne thee to revoke thy proud intent Thy Predecessours Christians could enflame With courage to a warre of better fame ' Gainst Saracens t' advance their warlike bands And to reconquer from those Pagans hands Captiv'd Judea and the Diadem Of weeping and forlorn Jerusalem Surely these Infidels accursed Tribe Do covertly with some rich presents bribe Thy avarice that by thy devilish art Our Christian unitie thou mightst dispart Time will descrie the truth and Heav'ns just Power Will on thy head I hope just vengeance showre Here with a sigh as if her soul were prest To flie away her mournfull speech she ceas'd Then did I turn mine eyes about to see Whose part was next in this sad Tragedie LYPSICH that fatall town did then appeare Whose walls tow'rs trembled methoughts with fear As if some aguish earthquake now did strive Her very bowels piece-meal for to rive Surely there was just cause of horrid fear So many Furies being now so neare Who threatned had to trample under feet All that their armed Rage could finde or meet Upon a spatious plain that did present Unto the eye a smooth and large extent Two Armies stood marshall'd in fair aray Their waving Colours to the winde display Their well-contrived Ranks yet even were Their Files compleatly straight their Battels square Their equall spears their weapons glistring bright Did yeeld methoughts a dreadfull-pleasing sight Here the Renowned Great GVSTAVVS stands Strongly environ'd with those warlike Bands Which the cold Region of the North had sent And unto them such hardned bodies lent As like the roughnesse of their native Soil Cannot be broken with laborious toil The big-bon'd Lappians who with nimble pace The swiftest and the wildest beasts can chase Whose precious skinnes and furres of richest price They send abroad for rarest merchandise The Finlanders were there who clad in buffe Did think their sturdie limbes arm'd proof enough Better to wound their foes they were prepar'd Then to defend or stand upon their guard The warlike Goths once of renowned Fame Whose Ancestours with fire and sword did tame Great Rome it self and her usurped crown Snatcht from her head and proudly trampled down Making her fields to drink the bloud that flow'd From her own children who in heaps were strow'd Upon the crimson-stained ground Their steel The sunne-burnt Spaniards too did deadly feel Within whose barren and scorcht Territorie There still remain some Ensignes of their glorie Here were they now and seemed to reclaim Their Predecessours long-obscured Fame And here were troups of Vandals seen that made The Ancient World ev'n of their Name afraid And had as many Kingdomes over-runne Almost as doth the all-incircling Sunne Those that inhabit neare the Dofrine Hills From whose cold tops the snow continuall drills Had to this Battell sent an armed Troup That scorn'd at dangers once to shrink or stoup The duskie-colour'd Swethes stood next their King Who now had made their wondred Name to ring Through farthest Regions which so long a time Had seem'd congealed with their frozen clime Here likewise might you other Nations finde Drawn by the vigour of a Martiall minde Irish French English and the hardie Scot Whose noted valour ne're will be forgot There likewise were the German-Saxons seen Who heretofore asmuch renown'd had been As th' ancient Goths or the advent'rous Gaul That did so oft the Romane Hosts appall Such was their number that ev'n they alone As a full Armie might themselves have shown Oppos'd to these an Armie as compleat For fair proportion and full out as great Presents its dreadfull Front that seem'd to breathe Nought lesse then ruines wounds and speedie death Tillie whom long experience in the warre Had often taught to be a Conquerer Did range these Troups and as he thought so right And in so firm a posture that they might With ease o'recome their undervalu'd Foes Who now were marching on to meet their blowes 'T was vain with long orations to delay Their burning courage which could brook no stay Like two vast Woods whose waving tops do dance With gentle windes these mightie Hosts advance The very lustre that their arms did cast Would have a coward kill'd with lightning blast But to a Souldiers eye not any fight Could be presented that would more delight His loftie sprite And look how Sols bright beams By art redoubled kindle burning streams So the refracted rayes of fulgent steel Make Souldiers hearts new burning courage feel Scarce can

hazard of a Fight The sunne-burnt Spaniards too were present there And if proud looks their Enemies could fear Sure though but few they were yet they alone A greater Armie would have overthrown Th' Italian now renowned more by farre For am'rous Courtship then for skill in Warre Yet hither came resolved for to die Or to defend Romes hated Monarchie And now my Muse repeat each great Commander That did attend Swedens Imperiall Standard For sure it is not fit their Names should die Or yet in dark oblivion buried lie Duke Bernard the sole Glorie of the day The Left Wing did for their prime Guide obey The King himself did the Right Wing command And at the Head of Steinbocks Troups did stand The Battell was conducted by Grave Neel A valiant Swethe and clad in shining steel Betwixt them and the Rear a compleat Band Of Musquettiers did Hinderson command A hardie and experienc'd Scot whom Fame Hath in these warres eternis'd with a Name The Battell of the Rear Knipphausen led A Noble Souldier and a skilfull Head To whose fair conduct did their Enemies owe The greatest part of their sad overthrow The Right Wing Bulach led a Colonell Of no small Spirit as his foes can tell Ernest of Anhalt did the Left Wing guide A man in Warres well exercis'd and tri'd Behinde their backs and in the utmost Rear A Regiment of Horse reserved were Which are by Oeme conducted whose stout heart Not any dangers could have made to start Now had GVSTAVVS speech his souldiers fir'd And double vigour into them inspir'd Make me sayes he your Pattern if you see That once I shrink I give you leave to flee This having spoken without further pause With speedie hand his shining blade he drawen Then waving't o're his head he doth advance Toward his Foes with fearlesse countenance And now their throats those fierie Engines stretch Whose sound and furie such a distance reach And ere one can behold or see his Foe Doth wound him deadly with a farre-sent blow In Aetna's sulph'rie cell inclos'd doth lie If we will credit grave Antiquitie A Monstrous Giant who is prison'd there For that to fight ' gainst Heav'n he did not fear As often as he turns his sides for room He fills Trinatria with a pitchie fume Disgorging from his hellish jawes such smoke And duskie flames as the pure aire do choak Ev'n thus black Lutzen for a time did shroud Her mournfull face within a pitchie cloud Proceeding from the Cannons fierie breath That ne'r speaks lesse then slaughtring wounds death No sight doth now appeare but the bright blaze Which the inflamed sulph'rie dust doth raise Here many Noble Spirits who did scorn To shrink for dangers were in sunder torn By those resistlesse Balls whose furious Course Cannot be stopt by any humane force Oh how my Muse deplores the Fates of those Who nothing wisht but to behold their foes That so their Valour when they once had tri'd Might by their Enemies be testifi'd Some murd'ring shot their noble thoughts prevents And furiously their corps in sunder rents And which their manly hearts could not endure Kills them within a cloud of smoke obscure The angrie Steeds offended at the noise That thundred from the Cannons iron jawes Do fling and spurn and scarce the curbing rein Can their proud sp'rits in any rank contain They fain would rush through midst of smoke and fire As if their breasts did burn with greater Ire The slaughtred heaps that round about them lie Cannot at all their Courage terrifie The brazen Trumpet Echoes in their eares Whose pleasing sound doth fright away all feares What Muse is able to rehearse or tell What direfull slaughters in this fight befell When humane Bodies onely do oppose Against the Cannons castle-rending blowes Whose Furie would make hardest rocks to shiver Whose very sound doth make the earth to quiver Whose hellish breath is able to command Most firm-cemented stones to fly like sand Squadrons of men were too weak walls to stay Such dreadfull force as would have found a way Through Rocks of hardest iron and would make A spatious Tower with its blast to shake No wonder then to see the field so spread With scatt'red limbes and bodies strucken dead When as the Cannon and the Culvering Their flaming furie round about do fling A murd'ring Curto here a rank doth spoil And there another sweeps away a file A brace of Demi-cannons here doth play Which through a squadron make a rugged way So blustring Boreas when his rage he doubles And Sea and Land with furious motion troubles From sturdiest Oaks their rended branches throwes And all the field with these his ruines strowes The unaffrighted Swethes marcht forward still And up again those breaches quickly fill Valiant GVSTAVVS with an angrie eye Sees how his foes their greater shot did ply With too too much advantage for he found Their Pieces mounted on the higher ground And on firm platforms the Imperialist His Ordinance could traverse as he list While that the Swedish more uncertainly Did in their motion at their Foes let flie The Swethes had left them now no other way To hinder this their so unequall play But on their Cannons mouthes to march and so To stop their throats and make them overthrow Their own defenders For these Engines are Of such a hellish temper that they care Neither for friend nor foe but both alike With equall slaughter will their furie strike In ancient fights when as they us'd t' advance In their first front a square of Elephants Who wheresoe're their unresisted force They chanc'd to bend they made an headlong course And with their massie Bodies over-laid All that their furie would have checkt or staid Sometime on their own Squadrons they would turn And under feet their chiefest friends would spurn With such a vengefull Rage as if that those They had mistaken for their deadliest foes Thus in these modern Warres it oft doth chance That the loud-roaring Shot and Ordinance Being once reverst upon their friends will thunder And without mercie tear their ranks in sunder Courage my Hearts cries Swethlands noble King And then his troups through show'rs of lead doth bring Just in the Cannons face who roar'd and spake So loud that all the neighb'ring Hills did quake But in their way a traverse ditch was made From whence with frequent shot their Enemies plaid Full in their teeth This trench them safe did hide And made them all the Swedish shot deride Till the provoked Swethes came storming on And made them wish them further off and gone At that same time the Crabats had a minde To fall upon their carriages behinde To seise upon their Arms and Ammunition And to blow up their Powder and Provision Bulach observes them with a watchfull eye He charg'd them home and made them quickly flie These light-arm'd Crabats never use to stand For any space and fight it hand to hand But if at first encounter they have mist They

that not purchas'd by laborious Toil By fire and sword by ruine and by spoil Nor by the losse of thy choice Youth whose Fate Thou wouldst not fear ' gainst Heav'n t' expostulate But it hath cost thee nothing for behold On thee th' Almightie hath his blessings roll'd Without all labour or desert of thine Meerly by instinct of his love divine And hath enricht thee with a gracious King At whose blest Birth Angels of peace did sing Oh look upon thy neighbour Germanie Drown'd with a floud of tears and miserie Whose towns are ruin'd and whose Cities burn Whose fields do flow with bloud whose people mourn Think but on this all you that cannot weep Who in the arms of happie Peace do sleep Is' t irksome to your eares Your tender Heart At these molesting sounds methinks doth start From Warres and Woes y' have been so long secure That now you cannot their rough Name endure Are you become like to the Sybarite Whose soft'ned spirit sottish appetite Could no harsh noise endure nor that shrill sound That doth from hamm'red Steel and Brasse rebound And therefore such Artificers as those That did molest their eares with clatt'ring blowes By a preventing law they did compell Farre off in some obscurer place to dwell Shall these my verses that with clatt'ring ding The strokes of Warre and furious Rage do sing Displease our British eares who are of late It seems grown tender and effeminate Your Amorettoes think them farre too rough Not smooth nor pleasing nor half low enough They cannot screw them any wayes to suit Or consort with their sweet-tun'd warbling Lute They are too loftie for a Womans voice And drown all sweetnesse with a ratling noise Some hollow-sounding Drumme or Trumpet shrill Or thundring Cannons that the eare do fill With frightfull sounds fit Instruments would be To Echo forth my lines melodiously The smaller shot shall serve for repetition While clatt'ring swords shall represent division And the more Discords that my verses show The better Harmonie from thence will flow Then cheerfully my loftie Muse proceed There will be some that will thy verses reade Such gen'rous spirits in whose manly breasts An ardent love of Fame and Honour rests Who still retain some sparks of that desire Which did their Ancestours brave hearts enfire When they did make Pagans and Cypriots feel The direfull force of their resistlesse steel Or when so often to their lasting glorie They did o're-runne the Gallick Territorie Or when the Worlds Disturber they did tame Who Europes Monarchie alone doth claim Such men as these will farre above thy merit Approve thy lines applaud thy loftie spirit That thus hast chosen with industrious brains To shew thy vigour in Heroick strains And not in soft-tun'd Ditties or such layes As Ladies onely and their servants praise The Sunne had finisht now his annuall Race Since Fatall Lypsich with a mournfull face Beheld GVSTAVVS and his warlike Force Her fertile plains die with a bloudie sourse Which scarce as yet fully exhaust appeares And scarce had Lypsich wip'd away her tears When lo not farre upon a neighb'ring plain Bellona sounds her dreadfull trump again And Lutzen is appointed for the stage Where Mars intends to act a second Rage Lutzen that Fatall Town whose very sound I feel my grief-disturbed heart to wound There Great GVSTAVVS so renown'd became Dire alteration onely now a Name Once of such power that his conqu'ring hands Could tame stout Nations and subdue their Bands CESAR himself would blush and never dare His Conquests with GVSTAVVS to compare For had he liv'd to see what skilfull hands And valiant hearts are in the Germane Lands Who go not naked now but clad in steel And will not easily be made to reel Sure he had startled and his conqu'ring course Had been prevented by a stronger force Let not black Envie then presume or dare GVSTAVVS worthie glorie to empair Who conqu'red had in such a narrow time So many Lands in such a warlike Clime Let the Proud Spaniard to his lasting shame His many Conquests of the Indians name And let him boast how many Millions too Of unresisting People there he slew While a few Belgian Merchants in despight Of all his Pride Ambition Pow'r and Might Will not be tamed nor be made to yeeld But still affront his Armies in the field Having no Kingdome but a narrow State Yet his Imperiall Greatnesse Check and Mate What Honour then belongs to Swethlands King Who to subjection could such Nations bring That had been so inured unto Warres And ever exercis'd in bloudie Jarres Had Mars himself attended with a Band Of dreadfull Furies entred in their Land They would have met him with a fearlesse heart Nor should his Name or Pow'r have made them start But whither takes my roving Muse her flight I must not here a Panegyrick write Nor spend my self in such admiring laies As sound nought else but Great GUSTAVUS praise A Battell is my scope so dire so fierce That my sad Muse doth tremble to rehearse And seeks an hundred slights a while to stay The black recitall of this bloudie day Like to some tim'rous Hart that from the crie Of Hounds and Huntsmen hastily doth flie Now here now there he turns then back again Breaks through the woods scuds o're the spatious plain And tries a thousand shifts ere at the last Himself on hazard of a fight he 'l cast Thus my slow Muse digressions doth premise And large preambles as you see devise Onely to stay a while ere she recite The sad narration of black Lutzens fight Swethlands Heroick King his Martiall train Neare Naumburg Citie spreads upon a plain Of fighting yet no hopes there did appeare His purpose onely was to march more neare And joyn his Forces with the Saxon Bands That so the surer with united hands They might to all their foes attempts replie And not be forc'd coy Fortunes grace to trie 'T is found too deer a bargain in these dayes By valour onely for to purchase praise He 's valiant now that winnes the Victorie Be it by Number Slight or Subteltie By Stratagem by Cunning or by Skill By Courage Furie or by what you will And sure 't is vain for an Heroick Breast That will not but on equall terms contest That scorns advantages to seek or take But would that Valour should him Victour make While that his subtil foe doth sliely watch All proff'red opportunities to catch And thinks it no disgracefull cowardize To wound or kill him as he sleeping lies Might Valour of it self alone suffice To winne the day in ev'ry enterprise The noble Swethes with Great GVSTAVVS Name Would like the Macedons the whole world tame Think it no wonder that their Mightie King Whose presence onely oft did conquests bring Should notwithstanding like to one afraid Expect and wish and seek for further aid It was not fear but Martiall Policie That made him thus to others help complie Had he been ever thus and ne're