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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12980	The churches lamentation for the losse of the godly deliuered in a sermon, at the funerals of that truly noble, and most hopefull young gentleman, Iohn Lord Harington, Baron of Exton, Knight of the noble order of the Bath, and his Maiesties lieutenaunt of the county of Rutland, at Exton in Rutland, the last day of March 1614. Together with a patterne of piety, and the power of godlinesse expressed in his life and death, who yeelded to nature the 27. of February, 1613. when he wanted two moneths of 22 yeeres of his age. By Richard Stock, pastor of Alhallowes-Breadstreet in London.	Stock, Richard, 1569?-1626.	1614 (1614)	STC 23273; ESTC S117806	48,046	145

Her face with teares besoyld Her brest with swellings throbs and sighs quite rent If heau'n had not both strength and comfort sent Such Lord such sonne few Ladies euer gaind And therefore none haue tasted such a losse The happinesse w●ich she before attaind Double●h the griefe and greater makes the crosse The losse was great the crosse much greater sute Thanks to the Lord who strength gaue to endure Yet may we well that mother happy deeme That brought to light so great an ornament Vnto this land that we may iust esteeme VVhole months wh●re yeeres in teares and sorrow spent For his vntimely death his sudden fall VVhich hath amaz'd and terrifi'd vs all Who doth not see the dreadfull glorious God Threaten this Realme with iudgements manifold VVhen thus he shakes at vs his iron rod Is too Mole-blind this say I dare be bold Pillars demolisht of a pallace great The ruine of the frame do truly threat Since that tall Cedar chiefe of all the rest Prince HENRY fell by sad disastrous fate No one that grew in our English forrest Gaue such a blow vnto the Church and state He was too good for vs vnworthy we Of such a treasure such felicity His vertues haue him call'd aboue the stars Earth was vnworthy such a diamon He novv partakes not of our brawles and iars For mourning weeds white robes he hath put on Sinne griefe and teares haue tane them to their wings And with the Lambe he Hallelu-iah sings Then let vs cease for to bewaile with teares That happy soule possessing heauenly ioyes That no tongue can expresse no humane eares Hath euer heard no earthly wit can poyse Let vs lament our selues our sinfull liues VVhich of so precious iewels vs depriues By F.H.D.M. An Epitaph vpon the said rightly honored Lord in life and death in English Iambicks HEre liet Lord Harington the second of that house Who scarcely left his second in the Brittish I le In honour true in vertue matchlesse pietie The Phaenix of our age in whose graue countenance The graces sat the Muses lodged in noble Brest At twenty yeares whose wisdome great did farre excell The hoary head of long and good experience Too good for earth fit to adorne the highest heauens Where now his soule liues raignes in celestiall ioyes His body here reseru'd till the last iudgement day His name like ointment sweet through all Europa smells And shall so long as vertue and religion Shall find renowne in these cold Nothern Climats By F H.D.M. Another Epitaph HEere lies interred young Lord Harington Heire to his Fathers worth and dignitie And now by too too soone succession Of fathers fates heire to eternity His body in his grand dames bosome is His minds suru●ving vertues speake his blisse His noble birth to learned Arts mode way His learned arts on vertue still attended His vertue on true piety did stay His piety hath him to God comm●nded His birth his Arts vertues and pious grace Alot him earths large praise and heauens place The Church tels what a patron now is gone The Common-weale did him a pillar deeme He was his houses hope truthes Champion The good mans friend indeed as he did seeme Their patro● pillar champion hope and friend They waile and marke where misery will end I.P. Cant. Coll. Syd Suff. To the liuing memory of the late and last Sr. Iohn Harington Knight Lord Harington Baron of Exton To the Booke GOe and speake tru h It is thy office now Not onely to enforme our liues but how By ● are examples miracles agree With praise● and wi●h praecepts This was hee His praise will not dishonour simple truth To say but what he was and but a youth To the World If thou wert all dull earth I should beleeue Thou hadst no sence to feele nor soule to greeue But ô thou art compol'd of su●ler parts And see●t thy losse engrauen in our hearts The purest part of all thou art alas How fraile art thou then was as fraile as grasse To England Thou hast beene beaten many thousand yeares VVith seas and yet art safe But ô teares VVill more endaunger thee he was in thee The Hand thou the sea where such men bee Bea●en with rage of changes yet they stand Safe in themselues and fix'd as any land To his Mother and sisters Rather then tell how good he was I will Perswade you to forget yet weepe your fill For such a Sonne O death and such a brother Is rare as heauens great eye that hath no other To his Friends To all that vertue loue I doe commend This title It was al one to be his friend And good who hath no claime and title now He doth not him but vertue disauow And yet he had one nearer then the rest Sr. Ed. Harwood He liu'd at houshold with him we at feast To the Arts. Ioy he is gon he would haue diu'd into Your deepest secrets and your knots vndo As vnknown ●ricks discouerd easy seeme He would to v● reduce you not esteeme To Religion What hast thou lost ô sacred misterie Thy Nurse and yet thy Childe He did not die To thee of all the rest he was aliue They martyr and now dead he doth more thriue In thee ô no his state takes no increase Full of the ioies of God he liues in peace To Death Poore vncreated nothing to contend To make all things like thee yet misse thy end Canst thou hold him one houre ô enuious death Or touch his last yet euerlasting breath O No that fled where thou shalt neuer come Though here a while thou triumph on his Toombe Thomas Roe Knight

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Doe you desire to see him then liue a life like vnto him and so you shall the sooner receiue that his sacred presence So I to you lead the same life with him and you shall soon enioy his holy and comfortable presence but if you will not neuer looke to enioy him and it again If this were the way that he trauelled Eastward to the heauenly Hierusalem if you goe Westward towards the cursed citie Hiericho you shall neuer come to Hierusalem the place of blessednesse and happinesse For if this be the way wherein he hath passed in the end whereof he hath attained to blisse and happinesse and if this be the only way when there is but one way whosoeuer walketh in another way cannot come to this estate If he in the way of true chastity vpright iustice holy piety hath now the fruition of happinesse and enioyeth the presence of God himselfe and his Sonne and his owne blessed Sauiour Lord and husband Who soeuer imitates not him in these I say not whosoeuer attaineth not to the imperfect perfection of these things that he had done but whosoeuer doth not carefully striue to it but liues in vnchastity and vncleannesse in iniustice and vnholinesse either scoffing contemning and neglecting this way and course shall enioy hell in stead of heauen torments in stead of blessednesse the iust wages of God for such workers of iniquity But to conclude all It is written of Hierome that when hee had read the life and death of Hilarion and saw that after hee liued religiously he died most comfortably and happily said Well Hilarion shall be the champion that I will imitate So now that you haue heard the life and death of this Right worthy Noble and are truelie informed how truelie religious the one and certainly comfortable the other was say you with Hierome well This noble shall be our champion whom wee will imitate we wil follow his Chastitie his Iustice his Piety will we imitate And so if you indeuour and doe say and performe you shal be sure to enioy that in future time which he possesseth in the present heauenly and eternall blisse and happinesse through the merits and mercies of Iesus Christ to whom with the Father and the Holie ghost be ascribed of vs and in all the Churches of the Saints All glory and maiesty and dominion and power now and for euer Amen 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 obitum inopinum praematurum Clarissimi Baronis D. Ioannis Haringtoni Altae Indolis Maximae Spei Adolescentis Epicedium IMmodicè si quis migrantem ad Sydera flebit Praesertim vt nunc sunt Tempora flendus erit Vt mare perpetuis iactatur vita procellis Mors placidus Portus perfugium Requies Aurea quae Prisci celebrarunt Secula Nugae Ferrea quae fuerant Tempora semper erunt Qui antiquo vixit Pater olim Hebraeus in Aeno Conqueritur paucos difficilesque Dies Militiae humanae quantô magis heu magis isto Si in senio Mundi degeret ille Senex Quo pietas vitio est virtus Probitasque fidesque Ludibrio cunctis Nil nisi turpe placet Clare Heros Nos te foelicein agnoscimus istis Sordibus ereptum Coelicolisque datum Delicia Iuuenum flos verae Nobilitatis Vnica spes magnae praesidiumque Domus Ecce caedit subito triste omen scilicet Illo Indignifuimus dignior ille Polo Nos Res lugemus nostras Ecclesia luget Interitum deflet Patria mesta tuum Vtraque damna dolet propria dispendia Lumen Hec deflet columen Altera mesta gemit Te Nobis vitia et Mores rapuere maligni In Coelis Virtus Te tua sancta locat Terra tegit Corpus Mens aurea regnat Olympo Fama Anglos inter celsa perennis erit Posuit Fran. Hering D. M. moerens damnum publicum priuatum An elegy vpon the vntimely decease of the 〈◊〉 honorable and vertuous Lord HARINGTON LIght sorrowes talk great grief● are tonguelesse quite Amaz'd aft●nisht Apoplecticall Why do I then vaine man seek to recite That sad euent which lately did befall That worthy house of late by iust demerit Aduanc'd to honor great and greater credit That noble house which I do thus designe VVell knowne to all and better much beloued In vertue fau●ur glory so did shine That few in England were so vvell a●proued In Court in City country thou mighist heare No ill all good of Harington echwhere To him our King his second Iewell deare The Princesse his sole daughter did commit VVho 's linckt in mariage to that German Peere VVhose vvorth the world admires A match so fit So happy that who thinks vpon that day Lifts vp his hand and thanks to heauen doth pay Ten yeeres the father of this matchlesse sonne Had in that honorable seruice spent VVhen the last act of loue was to be done To bring Her home and giue Her full cont●nt Content to Her to Him that did attend Fatall it prou'd with seruice life doth end At his returne for England nature soile A sicknesse fierce death● Lictor doth arrest This worthy Lord and cruelly dispoile Of strength of sleepe At last from noble brest It draue Prometheus sparke and cauld it flie From whence it came vnto the starry skie VVhat Homers pen can wo●thily expresse Of that great Lady thus in forrein parts Bereft of her deare Lord all comfortlesse The deepe distresse The sad and mournful hearts Of her attendants none can well relate B the that was in that or the like state 〈◊〉 the first act of this sad Tragedy Which well may make a flinty heart to bleed Enlarging much our humane misery Yet if we marke what after did succeed This might be borne The next might well confound The stoutest heart that euer walkt on gr●●nd This noble Father left a peerlesse Sonne As to his honor so his vertues heire VVho from all British youths the garland wonne In vertue learning piety so rare That he that of his praise sh●uld volumes write Need neuer feare the stile of Parasite In humāne learning he did so excell That bred in Court he shamed quite the schooles No Arts few tongues but he did know them well Long-studied-Clarks themselues accounted fools Hearing his graue discourse of matters sage Admir'd his ripenes in so tender age Religion found from cradle he imbrac't Professing it with zeale and purity Few of his ranke in eminency plac't VVere so renownd for sincere piety Nor did it swimme and float vpon the braine Nor role on Tongue but fixt in heart remaine This blossome faire this hopefull tender plant VVhich so much fruit did promise Church and State Alas alas my heart doth throb and pant My tongue 's benumd and cannot well relate VVithin one yeere after his fathers death Did likewise lose his dearest vitall breath VVhat heart can now conceiue the wofull plight Of that sad Lady that at once despoild Of Husband S nne of all that to her might Contentment yeeld