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A09644	Vertues anatomie. Or A compendious description of that late right honorable, memorable, and renowned Bedfordshire lady, the Lady Cheany, of Tuddington. By Charles Pierse	Pierse, Charles.	1618 (1618)	STC 19909; ESTC S102573	34,544	80

world admire Her bountie Alexander-like did win A generall loue and liking of the best Her fame and honor doth but now begin As if no worthy gifts had fill'd her brest And shee had not been fraught with such great store Of vertuous parts in all her life before Heere Fame and Bountie are at strife together Which shall excell each other in their praise Such copious matter both affords that neither I cannot tell her worth will highest raise Both speakes so well that I will doubtfull leaue it Vnto the world that better can conceiue it Yet in the booke of true recording fame Such mightie volumes of her vertues stand Most fairely drawne by ancient time which came Attented with a faire incompass'd band Of minutes houres daies weeks months and years And spoke a speech that rauish'd humane eares I that fell downe at that most pleasant spring Make my petition vnto aged Time That he would ope the booke againe and sing Those too much blessed words and crowned lines Whereat he smilde at th' weaknesse of my braine And said 't was more then nature could containe For in deepe characters heere doth lie inrol'd The famous Arts and memorable deeds Of all those worthies which haue beene of old Which from faire Vertues line and stocke proceeds The monuments of Fame which through my hand For rustie age haue beene forgotten long Where shee amongst the rest of honors line Lies surely writ in those eternall scrowles Inrol'd in those great monuments diuine Which true and euerlasting fame in rolls In heau'ns great store-house lock'd till fatall doome Raises her body from this earthly tombe Where her most bounteous and munificent hand Which neuer turn'd vnto her selfe in vaine Did more affection in our soyle command Then thought can thinke or honor can obtaine Made friend of foes and feared loue combines In those that loue but miserable mindes For Bountie is a key that will vnlocke And mollifie the cruell'st dispositions Able for to dissolue the hardest rocke And make it flexible to th'mild'st condition For none I thinke so obdurate e're haue bin But bounteous deeds or liberall gifts could win For 't is a badge of Christianitie A cognizance to know rhe noble natures The truest touchstone whereby we may trie The generous race from base and worldly creatures Whose greedie cares doe eate the soule like rust And neuer leaues till leaue them needs it must This sinne of Auarice makes vs like to hogges Which roots i' th earth and digs i' th ground for gaine And with a thousand feares our conscience clogges Vexing our spirits with long leane pining paines Which like a mad consumption wasteth all Both soule and body for a rising fall That like a vulture feeds vpon the liuer And gnawes the intralls like a pining sicknesse Which where it once possesses leaueth neuer Take the yong man i' th Gospell for a witnesse For this rancke age is much farre worse then him Which kept the Law and was not stay'd with sin He something had to answere for himselfe And iustifie him for this life of ours Had not he beene in loue with worldly pelfe A clearer light shin'd not in humane powers For who can tell that he hath done so well As this rich yong man that is gone to hell Oh no deare heauens in mercie looke vpon vs One of a thousand cannot say so much Yet doe not take thy grace and fauour from vs Although so pure a life we cannot touch For we renounce our selues and trust in thee Out of this mortall toile to set vs free Then noble Bounty I must needs commend thee If that no other cause were giuen but this And with more praise then I can giue commend thee Which had he knowne of heauen he could not misse If for one sinne heauens cast this man away VVhat shall we doe that sinne thus euery day VVell may the greatnesse of this vertue moue vs And pricke vs forward Bountie to embrace VVhich generally doth make the world to loue vs But most those men of greatest birth and place If Auarice be so great and vile a sinne VVhat praise and glory then shall bountie winne Great honors mirror in whom I doe finde Such rare perfection that my soule admires it Thy vertues marching in their seuerall kinde That those that heares it more more desires it And glutted pen doth surfeit with the store Of those rich vertues Ignorance makes poore Her bounteous hand and great rewarding minde VVhat pen from you can well the same expresse As thy true merits and desarts doth binde And not eclypse the same and make them lesse If those that tread the tract of honor true Deserue a golden pen it falls to you VVhere though thy soule hath reacht eternitie And thou art there inrol'd in ioy and glorie Yet giue thy seruant leaue his wits to trie And write insuing times this sacred storie For heauens decreed such vertues ne're should die Nor such bright honors taste mortalitie Yet there be some whom my concealing pen For breuities and for manners sake omit That caries vertues or should carry them VVhich can themselues and vertue too forget And can since honors hand did them preferre Take ease and pleasure and not thinke of her VVhose power as weake as others were before Now fully fed can swell and keepe no bounds And most insatiate couet more and more That should not be in arte and learning found VVhich once for halfe that meanes would humbly bow VVhere hauing all are not contented now Yet bounteous Lady let not this thing grieue thee That Benefactors are so ill respected But let thy innocence in this cause relieue thee Christ had but twelue yet was by one neglected If one from him needs more must fall from thee VVhich being once dead their loyalties cannot see 'T is our corruptions that is bred within vs VVhich is the cause of this and hath beene euer And present profit hath such power to winne vs That dead and gone we straight forget the giuer And few remembers good turnes past and gone VVhere such great persons naturall glasse is runne Could I collect together in one summe A record of the honorable deeds Of all those gifts bestow'd and fauours done Which from her free and bounteous minds proceeds Then should I to small purpose spend my dayes In writing that which hath no end of prayse VVhat bounds or limits hath her honor knowne Or who can sound so deepe or well declare her VVhen those faire wings shee flyes with are her owne VVhich to that mightie height of fame did reare her I need not adde vnto the Ocean more VVhat is one drop vnto such wonderous store Alas great Ladie thou hast little need Of my harsh tongue to praise thy bountie so In euery place thy fame as well doth speed And better too then I haue power to show Thy worth by me no more disgrace endures Then Sun when clouds her glorious light obscures No Honorable Lady know thy selfe Although I

were to perish Thus did thy faith beare sweete and pleasant fruits Which euer from that flourishing tree proceeds VVith such rich graces as best honor sutes And did extend it selfe to bounteous deeds Relieuing cheerefully those silly elues VVhich had no meanes here for to help themselues Thou faire example liue without compare Thou map of honor be for euer blest Since to the poore such pitty thou dost beare Which meaner persons in their pride detest And dost extend thy hand to helpe their neede Whilst their fell cruelties make their harts to bleede Nay not contented thus thou lefts behinde As long as any age or time indures A faire example of thy bounteous minde Which shall for euer stand most firme and sure Where thou hast meanes and liuing left in store To helpe the helpelesse and releiue the poore Could I but reckon what her honor gaue Or what a number at her gate she fed How many needie wretches liues she sau'd For want of foode halfe pinde and almost dead The sum I feare would grow so wondrous large And far extend my weakenesse to discharge No 't is not to be told with any tongue Those great accounts my pen must let alone Vnlesse attempting I should doe her wrong To take away from her what is her owne For numberlesse they are and so I 'le leaue them Where endlesse ioyes for endles good receiue them For what she gaue to those she lent to him VVhich will repay 't againe vnto a penny She shall not loose by that she knowes but win And crowned be in heauen with ioyes as many VVhere double recompence she shall surely haue And thousand fold more finde then here she gaue Her goods possessing she did not possesse But made them free for others which did neede them They were not hers she often would confesse But lent her to refresh the poore and feede them Where she as tenant held from his great hands All that she did possesse both goods and lands And knew right well that she account must giue Of all those rich demeanes she here inioyd And in so great a calling how she liue Vnto what vse her Talent was imployd Where now with that good seruant she doth finde Her masters ioy and ten times more assignde Oh Lady why doe I this vertue vrge So much in thee and cannot finde in others Art thou alone vnto these times a scourge To whip their dulnesse forward and discouer Those monstrous wolues which neuer will be fed But eate vp poorest Orphants like to bred Religion is the cause of this I hold That to good workes will not ascribe saluation Which makes our age in charitie grow so cold As few will giue because 't is out of fashion Then let our works be meritorious found It may be then more charity will abound Thus doth this topsie-turuie age delight In contraries and leaues the good vndon Wrong hath the vpper hand of truth and right And euery man to swift perdition runs If this saluation were as none it is Who would be damn'd then that should doe amisse But world thy share will come farre short I feare For vain 's that hope whose faith brings forth no fruit Nor showes it selfe in vertuous actions here What 's better for a tongue if one be mute Or for that rise which breeds a greater fall Or for that faith which showes no workes at all Good Lady thou which did'st possesse so much And spent'st so little vpon idle pleasure How farre doest thou digresse from these I touch And seeke to store thy soule with better treasures Those secret graces which the heau'ns impart To such as be vpright and true of heart Where zeale grace faith loue hope and pietie Concurre in one to make a blessed soule Where temperance bountie and humilitie Doe all foule Vice and errors false controule Where her renowned hospitalitie Makes her most happie ioyn'd with charitie Where with that worthy Captaine well shee speeds Nor feares shee death that freely is forgiuen Her prayers gifts rewards and almesdeeds Are now remembred in the sight of heauen Where shee doth heare the voice of him shee lou'd Which hath her faith through such affliction prou'd And where her workes and deeds and vertues all Attends her after this expired breath And did not suffer her great name to fall Into obliuion by forgetfull death But breakes those prison doores and sweetly sings Hell where 's thy victorie Death where 's thy sting Thou fore-decreed by that eternall doome A sacred vessell of most free election A marke of pietie to the times to come Seal'd with heau'ns finger at thy first conception Grac'd with his grace which doth all grace secure VVhich time consumes not but doth still endure Looke when as Tytan from his scarlet bed Doth rise and all thicke vapors driue away And all the curtaines of the heau'ns are spred VVithout a cloud to blemish any way Where that bright frame to mortalls doth appeare Most wondrous calme most perfect faire cleare Euen so this rising Sunne of honor shines The hopefull signe of a most glorious day And all the graces firmely so combines That mists nor clouds nor vapors can dismay This faire vnblemish'd frame keepes still true honor Which Time Death Fortune neuer shal take frō her What man so great in pompe and earthly glorie That hunts full crie with hungrie breath for fame Can write insuing sinnes a fairer storie Or win more honor or a grater name Or graces be with more desarts and prayse Then shee had beene so truely all her dayes Those that in the full circuite ride of pride Liu'd in a world of eyes for to behold them Had what this earth could grace them with beside And at the highest rise of fame hath sold them Made all their words and deeds like Herods then Which cried the voice of God and not of men Yet in the mid'st of all their pride deceiued Haue brought their honor to vntimely ends And of their golden hopes haue bene bereaued VVhich with the world would die such mighty freinds Their mistris with vae vobis leaues them all VVhen they doe least dreame and suspect to fall But they which build their house one vertues ground And leade that life which thou before hast done No age no fortune euer shall confound Their honors when their naturall glasse is run But they shall flourish faire and still suruiue Death takes not them like those which dye aliue Thus hauing loos'd theese earthly fetters here That heauie bondage worse then Egipts thrall And ouercome by faith those doubts and feares VVhich greues the best and doth in question call Our liues and deeds with many frailties shaken How shal we stād when such strict reckonings taken But fly to the heauens true and onely sonne Deere Sauiour and redeemer whose strong might Di'dst that huge blacke internall host orecome And put those powers and enemies all to flight That conquerest quite hell sathan death and sin VVhich none before nor since