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A06468	Bosvvorth-field with a taste of the variety of other poems, left by Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet, deceased: set forth by his sonne, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Baronet; and dedicated to the Kings most Excellent Maiestie.	Beaumont, John, Sir, 1583-1627.; Beaumont, John, Sir, d. 1644.	1629 (1629)	STC 1694; ESTC S101234	77,419	230

Catiline with his whole carkase dyes The carefull Mother when she casts her eyes On Venus Temple in soft lowly wise Demands the gift of beauty for her Boyes But askes it for her Girles with greater noyse At common formes her wish she neuer staies But for the height of delicacy prayes And why should'st thou reprooue this prudent choice Latona in faire Phaebe doth reioyce O but Lucretia's haplesse fate deterres That others wish not such a face as hers Virginia her sweet feature would forsake And Rutilaes crook'd backe would gladly take Where sonnes are beautifull the parents vext With care and feare are wretched and perplext So seldome an exact consent betweene Well fauor'd shapes and chastity is seene For should they be with holy manners taught In homely houses such as Sabines wrought Should bounteous natures lib'rall hand bestow Chast dispositions modest lookes which glow With sanguine blushes what more happy thing To Boyes can fauourable nature bring Whose inclinations farre more pow'rfull are Then many keepers and continuall care Yet are they neuer suffer'd to possesse The name of man such foule corrupters presse And by the force of large expences trust To make their Parents instruments of lust No Tyrant in his cruell Palace gelt Deformed Youths no Noble Child had felt Fierce Neroes rapes if all wry leg'd had beene If in their necks foule swellings had been scene If windy tumours had their bellies rays'd Or Camels bunches had their backes disprais'd Goe now with ioy thy young-mans forme affect Whom greater dangers and worse Fates expect Perhaps he shortly will the title beare Of a profest adult'rer and will feare To suffer iustly for his wicked fact Such paines as angry husbands shall exact Nor can he happier be then Mars his Starre T' escape those snares which caught the god of warre Yet oft that griefe to sharper vengeance drawes Then is permitted by th' indulgent lawes Some kill with swords others with scourges cut And some th' offenders to foule torments put But thine Endymion happily will proue Some Matrons Minion who may merit loue Yet when Seruilia him with money hires He must be hers against his owne desires Her richest ornaments she off will take And strip her selfe of Iewels for his sake What will not Hippia and Catulla giue To those that with them in adult'ry liue For wicked women in these base respects Place all their manners and their whole affects But thou wilt say Can beauty hurt the chaste Tell me what ioy Hippolitus did taste What good seuere Bellerophon receiu'd When to their pure intents they strictly cleau'd Both Sthenobaea and the Cretan Queene Asham'd of their repulse stirr'd vp their teene For then a woman breeds most fierce debate When shame addes piercing stings to cruell hate How would'st thou counsell him whom th' Emp'rors wise Resolues to marry in her husbands life The best and fairest of the Lords must dye His life is quencht by Messallinaes eye She in her nuptiall Robes doth him expect And openly hath in her gardens deckt A purple marriage bed nor will refuse To giue a dowre and ancient Rites to vse The cunning Wizzard who must tell the doome Of this successe with Notaries must come Thou think'st these things are hid from publike view And but committed to the trust of few Nay she will haue her solemne wedding drest With shew of Law then teach him what is best He dies ere night vnlesse he will obay Admit the crime he gaines a little stay Till that which now the common people heares May come by rumour to the Princes eares For he is sure to be the last that knowes The secret shame which in his houshold growes Thy selfe a while to her desires apply And life for some few dayes so dearely buy What way soeuer he as best shall chuse That faire white necke he by the sword must luse Shall men wish nothing wilt thou counsell take Permit the heau'aly powers the choyce to make VVhat shall be most conuenient for our Fates Or bring most profit to our doubtfull states The prudent gods can place their gifts aright And grant true goods in stead of vaine delight A man is neuer to himselfe so deare As vnto them when they his fortunes steare We carried with the fury of our minds And strong affection which our iudgement blinds VVould husbands proue and fathers but they see VVhat our wisht children and our wiues will bee Yet that I may to thee some pray'rs allow When to the sacred Temples thou do'st vow Diuinest entrailes in white Pockets found Pray for a sound mind in a body sound Desire braue spirit free from feare of death Which can esteeme the latest houre of breath Among the gifts of Nature which can beare All sorrowes from desire and anger cleare And thinkes the paines of Hercules more blest Then wanton lust the suppers and soft rest Where in Sardanapalus ioy'd to liue I show thee what thou to thy selfe mayst giue If thou the way to quiet life wilt treade No guide but vertue can thee thither leade No pow'r diuine is euer absent there VVhere wisdome dwells and equall rule doth beare But we O Fortune striue to make thee great Plac'd as a Goddesse in a heau'nly seate A funerall Hymne out of Prudentius O God the soules pure fi'ry Spring Who diff'rent natures wouldst combine That man whom thou to life didst bring By weakenesse may to death decline By thee they both are fram'd aright They by thy hand vnited be And while they ioyne with growing might Both flesh and spirit liue to thee But when diuision them recals They bend their course to seu'rall ends Into dry earth the body falls The feruent soule to heau'n ascends For all created things at length By slow corruption growing old Must needs forsake compacted strength And disagreeing webs vnfold But thou deare Lord hast meanes prepar'd That death in thine may neuer reigne And hast vndoubted waies declar'd How members lost may rise againe That while those gen'rous rayes are bound In prison vnder fading things That part may still be stronger found VVhich from aboue directly springs If man with baser thoughts possest His will in earthly mud shall drowne The soule with such a weight opprest Is by the body carried downe But when she mindfull of her birth Her selfe from vgly spots debarres She lifts her friendly house from earth And beares it with her to the Starres See how the empty bodies lyes VVhere now no liuely soule remaines Yet when short time with swiftnesse flyes The height of senses it regaines Those ages shall be soone at hand VVhen kindly heate the bones reuiewes And shall the former house command VVhere liuing blood it shall infuse Dull carkases to dust now worne VVhich long in graues corrupted lay Shall to the nimble ayre be borne VVhere soules before haue led the way Hence comes it to adorne the graue VVith carefull labour men affect The limbes dissolu'd last honour haue And fun'rall Rites with pompe are deckt

here to stay Refusing that sweet change which God prouides To those whom with his rod and staffe he guides Your happinesse consists not now alone In those high comforts which are often throwne In plenteous manner from our Sauiours hand To raise the fall'n and cause the weake to stand But ye are blest when being trodden downe Ye taste his Cup and weare his thorny Crowne On Ascension day YE that to heau'n direct your curious eyes And send your minds to walk the spacious skies See how the Maker to your selues you brings Who sets his noble markes on meanest things And hauing Man aboue the Angels plac'd The lowly Earth more then the Heau'n hath grac'd Poore Clay each Creature thy degrees admires First God in thee a liuing Soule inspires Whose glorious beames hath made thee farre m●●● bright Then is the Sunne the spring of corp'rall light He rests not here but to himselfe thee takes And thee diuine by wondrous vnion makes What Region can afford a worthy place For his exalted Flesh Heau'n is too base He scarce would touch it in his swift ascent The Orbes fled backe like Iordan as he went And yet he daign'd to dwell a while on earth As paying thankefull tribute for his birth But now this body all Gods workes excels And hath no place but God in whom it dwels An Ode of the blessed Trinitie MVse that art dull and weake Opprest with worldly paine If strength in thee remaine Of things diuine to speake Thy thoughts a while from vrgent eares restraine And with a cheareful voice thy wonted silence breake No cold shall thee benumme Nor darknesse taint thy sight To thee new heate new light Shall from this obiect come Whose praises if thou now wilt sound a right My pen shall giue thee leaue hereafter to be dumbe Whence shall we then begin To sing or write of this Where no beginning is Or if we enter in Where shall we end The end is endlesse blisse Thrice happy we if well so rich a thread we spinne For Thee our strings we touch Thou that are Three and One Whose essence though vnknowne Beleeu'd is to be such To whom what ere we giue we giue thine owne And yet no mortall tongue can giue to thee so much See how in vayne we trie To find some tipe t' agree With this great One in Three Yet can none such descrie If any like or second were to thee Thy hidden nature then were not so deepe and high Here faile inferiour things The Sunne whose heate and light Make creatures warme and bright A feeble shadow brings The Sunne shewes to the world his Fathers might With glorious raies frō both our fire the spirit spring Now to this toplesse hill Let vs ascend more neare Yet still within the Spheare Of our connat'rall skill We may behold how in our soules we beare An vnderstanding pow'r ioyn'd with effectuall will We can no higher goe To search this point diuine Here it doth chiefly shine This Image must it show These steppes as helpes our humble minds incline T' embrace those certaine grounds which from true Faith must flow To him these notes direct Who not with outward hands Nor by his strong commands Whence creatures take effect While perfectly himselfe he vnderstands Begets another selfe with equall glory deckt From these the Spring of loue The holy Ghost proceeds VVho our affection feeds VVith those cleare flames which moue From that eternall Essence which them breeds And strike into our soules as lightning from aboue Stay stay Parnassian Girle Heere thy descriptions faint Thou humane shapes canst paint And canst compare to Pearle VVhite teeth and speak of lips which Rubies taint Resembling beauteous eies to Orbs that swiftly whirle But now thou mayst perceiue The weakenesse of thy wings And that thy noblest strings To muddy obiects cleaue Then praise with humble silence heau'nly things And what is more then this to still deuotion leaue A Dialogue betweene the World a Pilgrim and Vertue Pilgrim WHat darknes clouds my senses Hath the day Forgot his season and the Sunne his way Doth God withdraw his all-sustaining might And works no more with his faire creature light While heau'n and earth for such a losse complaine And turne to rude vnformed heapes againe My paces with intangling briers are bound And all this forrest in deepe silence drownd Here must my labour and my iourney cease By which in vaine I sought for rest and peace But now perceiue that mans vnquiet mind In all his waies can onely darkenesse find Here must I starue and die vnlesse some light Point out the passage from this dismall night World Distressed Pilgrim let not causelesse feare Depresse thy hopes for thou hast comfort neare Which thy dull heart with splendor shall inspire And guide thee to thy period of desire Cleare vp thy browes and raise thy fainting eyes See how my glitt'ring Palace open lies For weary passengers whose desp'rate case I pitie and prouide a resting place Pilgrim O thou whose speeches sound whose beauties shine Not like a creature but some pow'r diuine Teach me thy stile thy worth and state declare VVhose glories in this desart hidden are World I am thine end Felicity my name The best of wishes Pleasures Riches Fame Are humble vassals which my Throne attend And make you mortals happy when I send In my left hand delicious fruits I hold To feede them who with mirth and ease grow old Afraid to lose the fleeting dayes and nights They seaze on times and spend it in delights My right hand with triumphant crownes is stor'd VVhich all the Kings of former times ador'd These gifts are thine then enter where no strife No griefe no paine shall interrupt thy life Vertue Stay hasty wretch here deadly Serpents dwell And thy next step is on the brinke of hell VVouldst thou poore weary man thy limbs repose Behold my house where true contentment growes Not like the baites which this seducer giues VVhose blisse a day whose torment euer liues World Regard not these vaine speeches let them goe This is a poore worme my contemned foe Bold thredbare Vertue who dare promise more From empty bags then I from all my store VVhose counsels make men draw vnquiet breath Expecting to be happy after death Vertue Canst thou now make or hast thou euer made Thy seruants happy in those things that fade Heare this my challenge one example bring Of such perfection let him be the King Of all the world fearing no outward check And guiding others by his voice or beck Yet shall this man at eu'ry moment find More gall then hony in his restlesse mind Now Monster since my words haue struck thee dumb Behold this Garland whence such vertues come Such glories shine such piercing beames are throwne As make thee blind and turne thee to a stone And thou whose wand'ring feet were running downe Th' infernall steepenesse looke vpon this Crowne Within these folds lie hidden no deceits No golden lures

on which perdition waites But when thine eyes the prickly thornes haue past See in the circle boundlesse ioyes at last Pilgrim These things are now most cleare thee I imbrace Immortall Wreath let worldlings count thee base Choyce is thy matter glorious is thy shape Fit Crowne for them who tempting dangers scap̄e An act of Contrition WHen first my reason dawning like the day Disperst the clouds of childish sense away Gods Image fram'd in that superior Tow'r Diuinely drew mine vnderstanding pow'r To thinke vpon his Greatnesse and to feare His darts of thunder which the mountaines teare And when with feeble light my soule began T' acknowledge him a higher thing then man My next discourse erected by his grace Conceiues him free from bounds of time or place And sees the furthest that of him is knowne All spring from him and he depends of none The steps which in his various workes are seal'd The doctrines in his sacred Church reueal'd Were all receiu'd as truths into my mind Yet durst I breake his lawes O strangely blind My festring wounds are past the launcing cure Which terrour giues to thoughts at first impure No helpe remaines these vlcers to remoue Vnlesse I scorch them with the flames of loue Lord from thy wrath my soule appeales and flyes To gracious beames of those indulgent eyes Which brought me first from nothing and sustaine My life lest it to nothing turne againe VVhich in thy Sonnes blood washt my parents sinne And taught me waies eternall blisse to winne The Starres which guide my Bark with heau'nly calls My boords in shipwrack after many falls In these I trust and wing'd with pleasing hope Attempt new flight to come to thee my scope VVhom I esteeme a thousand times more deare Then worldly things which faire and sweet appeare Rebellious flesh which thee so oft offends Presents her teares alas a poore amends But thou accept'st them Hence they precious grow As liuing waters which from Eden flow VVith these I wish my vitall blood may runne Ere new Eclipses dimme this glorious Sunne And yeeld my selfe afflicting paines to take For thee my Spouse and onely for thy sake Hell could not fright me with immortall fire VVere it not arm'd with thy forsaking ire Nor should I looke for comfort and delight In heau'n if heau'n were shadow'd from thy sight In Desolation O Thou who sweetly bend'st my stubborne will VVho send'st thy stripes to teach and not to kill Thy chearefull face from me no longer hide Withdraw these clouds the scourges of my pride I sinke to hell if I be lower throwne I see what man is being left alone My substance which from nothing did begin Is worse then nothing by the waight of sin I see my selfe in such a wretched state As neither thoughts conceiue or words relate How great a distance parts vs for in thee Is endlesse good and boundlesse ill in mee All creatures proue me abiect but how low Thou onely know'st and teachest me to know To paint this basenesse Nature is too base This darknesse yeelds not but to beames of grace Where shall I then this piercing splendor find Or found how shall it guide me being blind Grace is a taste of blisse a glorious gift Which can the soule to heau'nly comforts lift It will not shine to me whose mind is drown'd In sorrowes and with worldly troubles bound It will not daigne within that house to dwell Where drinesse raignes and proud distractions swell Perhaps it sought me in those lightsome dayes Of my first feruour when few winds did raise The waues and ere they could full strength obtaine Some whisp'ring gale straight charm'd them downe again When all seem'd calme yet the Virgins child On my deuotions in his manger smild While then I simply walkt nor heed could take Of complacence that slye deceitfull Snake When yet I had not dang'rously refus'd So many calls to vertue nor abus'd The spring of life which I so oft enioy'd Nor made so many good intentions voyd Deseruing thus that grace should quite depart And dreadfull hardnesse should possesse my heart Yet in that state this onely good I found That fewer spots did then my conscience wound Though who can censure whether in those times The want of feeling seem'd the want of crimes If solid vertues dwell not but in paine I will not wish that golden age againe Because it flow'd with sensible delights Of heauenly things God hath created nights As well as dayes to decke the varied Globe Grace comes as oft clad in the dusky robe Of desolation as in white attire Which better fits the bright celestiall Quire Some in foule seasons perish through despaire But more through boldnesse when the daies are faire This then must be the med'cine for my woes To yeeld to what my Sauiour shall dispose To glory in my basenesse to reioyce In mine afflictions to obey his voyce As well when threatnings my defects reproue As when I cherisht am with words of loue To say to him in eu'ry time and place Withdraw thy comforts so thou leaue thy grace In spirituall comfort ENough delight O mine eternall good I feare to perish in this fiery flood And doubt lest beames of such a glorious light Should rather blind me then extend my sight For how dare mortals here their thoughts erect To taste those ioyes which they in heau'n expect But God inuites them in his boundlesse loue And lifts their heauy minds to things aboue VVho would not follow such a pow'rfull guide Immid'st of flames or through the raging tide VVhat carelesse soule will not admire the grace Of such a Lord who knowes the dang'rous place In which his seruants liue their natiue woes Their weake defence and fury of their foes And casting downe to earth these golden chaines From hels steepe brinke their sliding steps restraines His deare affection flies with wings of haste He will not stay till this short life be past But in this vale where teares of griefe abound He oft with teares of ioy his friends hath drown'd Man what desir'st thou wouldst thou purchase health Great honour perfect pleasure peace and wealth All these are here and in their glory raigne In other things these names are false and vaine True wisdome bids vs to this banquet haste That precious Nectar may renew the taste Of Edens dainties by our parents lost For one poore Apple which so deare would cost That eu'ry man a double death should pay But mercy comes the latter stroke to stay And leauing mortall bodies to the knife Of Iustice striues to saue the better life No sou'raigne med'cine can be halfe so good Against destruction as this Angels food This inward illustration when it finds A seate in humble and indiff'rent minds If wretched men contemne a Sunne so bright Dispos'd to stray and stumble in the night And seeke contentment where they oft haue knowne By deare experience that there can be none They would much more neglect their God their end

gone and now though much beneath His Coronet is next th' Imperiall Wreath No richer signe his flowry Garland drown's Which shines alone aboue the lesser Crownes This thou inioyd'st as sicke men tedious houres And thought'st of brighter Pearles and fairer flowres And higher Crownes which heau'n for thee reserues When this thy worldly pompe decayes and starues This sacred seruour in thy mind did glow And though supprest with outward state and show Yet at thy death those hind'ring clouds it clear'd And like the lost Sunne to the world appear'd Euen as a strong fire vnder ashes turn'd Which with more force long secretly hath burn'd Breakes forth to be the obiect of our sight Aimes at the Orbe and ioynes his flame with light Vpon his Noble Friend Sir William Skipwith TO frame a man who in those gifts excels Which makes the Country happy where hee dwels We first conceiue what names his Line adorne It kindles vertue to be nobly borne This picture of true Gentry must be grac'd With glitt'ring Iewels round about him plac'd A comely body and a beauteous mind A heart to loue a hand to giue inclin'd A house as free and open as the Ayre A tongue which ioyes in Language sweet and faire Yet can when need requires with courage bold To publike eares his neighbours griefes vnfold All these we neuer more shall find in one And yet all these are clos'd within this stone An Epitaph vpon my deare Brother Francis Beaumont ON Death thy Murd'rer this reuenge I take I slight his terror and iust question make Which of vs two the best precedence haue Mine to this wretched world thine to the graue Thou shouldst haue followd me but death too blame Miscounted yeeres and measur'd age by Fame So dearely hast thou bought thy precious lines Their praise grew swiftly so thy life declines Thy Muse the hearers Queene the Readers loue All eares all hearts but Deaths could please and moue Of my deare Sonne Geruase Beaumont CAn I who haue for others oft compil'd The Songs of Death forget my sweetest child VVhich like a flow'r crusht with a blast is dead And ere full time hangs downe his smiling head Expecting with cleare hope to liue anew Among the Angels fed with heau'nly dew We haue this signe of Ioy that many dayes While on the earth his struggling spirit stayes The name of Iesus in his mouth containes His onely food his sleepe his ease from paines O may that sound be rooted in my mind Of which in him such strong effect I find Deare Lord receiue my Sonne whose winning loue To me was like a friendship farre aboue The course of nature or his tender age Whose lookes could all my bitter griefes asswage Let his pure soule ordain'd seu'n yeeres to be In that fraile body which was part of me Remaine my pledge in heau'n as sent to shew How to this Port at eu'ry step I goe Teares for the death of the truly Honourable the Lord Chandos LEt him whose lines a priuate losse deplore Call them to weepe that neuer wept before My griefe is more audacious giue me one Who eu'ry day hath heard a dying grone The subiect of my verses may suffice To draw new teares from dry and weary eyes We dare not loue a man nor pleasure take In others worth for noble Chandos sake And when we seeke the best with reasons light We feare to wish him longer in our sight Time had increast his vertue and our woe For sorrow gathers weight by comming slow Should him the God of life to life restore Againe we lose him and lament the more If Mortals could a thousand liues renew They were but shades of death which must insue Our gracious God hath fitter bounds assign'd And earthly paines to one short life confin'd Yet when his hand hath quench'd the vitall flame It leaues some cinders of immortall fame At these we blow and like Prometheus striue By such weake sparkes to make dead clay aliue Breath flyes to ayre the body falls to ground And nothing dwels with vs but mournfull sound O might his honor'd Name liue in my Song Reflected as with Ecchoes shrill and strong But when my lines of glorious obiects treate They should rise high because the worke is great No Quill can paint this Lord vnlesse it haue Some tincture from his actions free and braue Yet from this height I must descend againe And like the calme Sea lay my Verses plaine When I describe the smoothnesse of his mind Where reasons chaines rebellious passions bind My Poem must in harmony excell His sweet behauiour and discourse to tell It should be deepe and full of many Arts To teach his wisdome and his happy parts But since I want these graces and despaire To make my Picture like the patterne faire These hasty strokes vnperfect draughts shall stand Expecting life from some more skilfull hand Vpon the vntimely death of the Honourable hop●full young Gentleman Edward Stafford Sonne and Heire to the Lord Stafford DEad is the hope of Stafford in whose line So many Dukes and Earles and Barons shine And from this Edwards death his kinred drawes More griefe then mighty Edwards fall could cause For to this House his vertue promist more Then all those great Ones that had gone before No lofty titles can securely frame The happinesse and glory of a Name Bright honours at the point of Noone decay And feele a sad declining like the day But he that from the race of Kings is borne And can their mem'ries with his worth adorne Is farre more blest then those of whom he springs He from aboue the soule of goodnesse brings T' inspire the body of his Noble birth This makes it moue before but liuelesse earth Of such I write who show'd he would haue been Complete in action but we lost him greene We onely saw him crown'd with flowres of hope O that the fruits had giu'n me larger scope And yet the bloomes which on his Herse we strow Surpasse the Cherries and the Grapes that grow In others Gardens Here fresh Roses lie Whose ruddy blushes modest thoughts descry In Flowre-de-luces dide with azure hue His constant loue to heau'nly things we view The spotlesse Lillies shew his pure intent The flaming Marigold his zeale present The purple Violets his Noble minde Degen'rate neuer from his Princely kind And last of all the Hyacinths we throw In which are writ the letters of our woe To the Memory of the Learned and Religious Ferdinando Pulton Esquire AS at a ioyfull Marriage or the birth Of some long wished child or when the earth Yeelds plenteous fruit and makes the Ploughman sing Such is the sound and subiect of my string Ripe age full vertue need no fun'rall Song Here mournefull tunes would Grace Nature wrong VVhy should vaine sorrow follow him with teares VVho shakes off burdens of declining yeeres VVhose thread exceeds the vsuall bounds of life And feeles no stroke of any fatall knife The Destinies enioyne their

The custome is to spread abroad VVhite linnens grac'd with splendour pure Sabaean Myrrh on bodies strow'd Preserues them from decay secure The hollow stones by Caruers wrought VVhich in faire monuments are laid Declare that pledges thither brought Are not to death but sleepe conuay'd The pious Christians this ordaine Beleeuing with a prudent eye That those shall rise and liue againe Who now in freezing slumbers lye He that the dead disperst in fields In pittie hides with heapes of molds To his Almighty Sauiour yeelds A worke which he with ioy beholds The same Law warnes vs all to grone VVhom one seuere condition ties And in anothers death to mone All Fun'rals as of our Allies That Reu'rend man in goodnesse bred VVho blest Tobias did beget Preferr'd the buriall of the dead Before his meate though ready set He while the seruants waiting stand Forsakes the cups the dishes leaues And digges a graue with speedy hand Which with the bones his teares receiues Rewards from heau'n this worke requite No slender price is here repaid God cleares the eyes that saw no light While Fishes gall on them is laid Then the Creator would descry How farre from reason they are led VVho sharpe and bitter things apply To soules on which new light is spred He also taught that to no wight The heau'nly Kingdome can be seene Till vext with wounds and darksome night He in the worlds rough waues hath been The curse of death a blessing finds Because by this tormenting woe Steepe waies lye plaine to spotlesse minds VVho to the Starres by sorrowes goe The bodies which long perisht lay Returne to liue in better yeeres That vnion neuer shall decay VVhere after death new warmth appeares The face where now pale colour dwels VVhence foule infection shall arise The flowres in splendour then excels VVhen blood the skinne with beauty dies No age by Times imperious law With enuious prints the forehead dimmes No drought no leanenesse then can draw The moysture from the wither'd limmes Diseases which the body eate Infected with oppressing paines In midst of torments then shall sweate Imprison'd in a thousand chaines The conqu'ring flesh immortall growes Beholding from the skies aboue The endlesse groning of her foes For sorrowes which from them did moue VVhy are vndecent howlings mixt By liuing men in such a case VVhy are decrees so sweetly fixt Reprou'd with discontented face Let all complaints and murmurs faile Ye tender mothers stay your teares Let none their children deare bewaile For life renew'd in death appeares So buried seeds though dry and dead Againe with smiling greenenesse spring And from the hollow furrowes bred Attempt new eares of corne to bring Earth take this man with kind embrace In thy soft bosome him conceiue For humane members here I place And gen'rous parts in trust I leaue This house the soule her guest once felt VVhich from the Makers mouth proceeds Here sometime feruent wisdome dwelt VVhich Christ the Prince of VVisedome breeds A cou'ring for this body make The Author neuer will forget His workes nor will those lookes forsake In which he hath his Picture set For when the course of time is past And all our hopes fulfill'd shall be Thou op'ning must restore at last The limbes in shape which now we see Nor if long age with pow'rfull reigne Shall turne the bones to scatter'd dust And onely ashes shall retaine In compasse of a handfull thrust Nor if swift Floods or strong command Of VVindes through empty Ayre haue tost The members with the flying Sand Yet man is neuer fully lost O God while mortall bodies are Recall'd by thee and form'd againe VVhat happy seate wilt thou prepare VVhere spotlesse soules may safe remaine In Abrahams bosome they shall lie Like Lazarus whose flowry Crowne The rich man doth farre off espie While him sharpe fiery torments drowne Thy words O Sauiour we respect Whose triumph driues black Death to losse When in thy steps thou would'st direct The Thiefe thy fellow on the Crosse The faithfull see a shining way Whose length to Paradise extends This can them to those trees conuay Lost by the Serpents cunning ends To Thee I pray most certaine Guide O let this soule which thee obay'd In her faire birth-place pure abide From which she banisht long hath stray'd While we vpon the couer'd bones Sweet violets and leaues will throw The title and the cold hard stones Shall with our liquid odours flow FINIS