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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04895	Funerall elegies; consecrated to the immortall memory, of the Right Honorable the Lady Katherine Paston, late wife to the truely noble, and heroicke, William Paston, of Oxned Esquire	Knevet, Ralph, 1600-1671.	1637 (1637)	STC 15035; ESTC S119841	9,020	27

Nor can expence of sorrowes finde redresse For this sad accident or make it lesse Griefes are no cures for ill 's and do arise From humane weaknesse not from reason wise When great Darius of his consort deare Deprived was by Atropos severe To griefe he renderd up his royall brest No solace would he take nor any rest Then grave Democritus inform'd the King That he from death to life his Queene would bring If he would grant him what he should entreat For the effecting of a worke so great Darius condescends and bids him aske What meanes he thought convenient for this taske Names of three Persons onely he requested That never had with sorrow beene molested For losses of a kinsman or a friend The King then did strict inquisition send Through all his Kingdomes to search out such men But when they could be no where found nor seene He found his errour and the fatall law Of unmov'd destinye and nature saw Hence tooke he comfort and with bounty high The Wiseman for his cure did gratifie Griefe is a passion and all passions must Confined be unto a measure just Lest they like swelling spring tides overthrow The bankes of Reason and the same oerflow Like Nilus they are not who rising high Presageth plenty and fertility Nor must they alway in their chanels runne Like him but suffer intermssion For sorrow that is never spent or done Flowes like th' infernall River Acheron And they who with perpetuall grones expresse Their passions for a friend gone hence in peace Like croaking frogs in muddy styxe become While the bewail'd enjoyes Elysium Iove on a time the Goddesses did call To an assembly where among them all He dignities and honours did impart Well corresponding with each ones desart Too late Dame-Sorrow to this meeting came Whom Iove for tardinesse did justly blame For he bestow'd had all his gifts before And had for her no honour left in store But shee importun'd him for to conferre Some favour or gratuity on her He having nothing else unto her lent The teares and plaints which are at fun'rals spent Now as each Goddesse loves those persons well Whose sweete oblations shee is wont to smell So if to sorrow we shall often bring Sad sighes and mourning for an offering Shee never will forsake us But if we Neglect her humble votaries to be Withdrawing those sad dueties shee requires Like one despised shee soone from us retires If teares concern'd the good of soules deceast Of if they could adde ought unto their rest I should turne Heraclitus and lament Vntill my eyes had all that moisture spent Which from the braine they take this being done They should dissolve themselves and in teares runne Expending in an office so divine Both humours aqueous and christalline But since that teares on such occasions shed Nor benefit the living nor the dead Let us them for a better end reserve They rightly us'd for pretious balmes may serve Nor do I Stoicall paradoxes hold For they deliver that no Wiseman should Give way to griefes I rather thinke it fitter That none should drinke too deepe of cups so bitter But never did excessive sorrowes merit Such liberty and freedome to inherit As lately when shee left our horizon Whose presence made our age a golden one Honour Griefe Ioy shall never cease t' expresse Her Vertue Death and present happinesse And if that Reason shall prohibite all Immod'rate teares for such a funerall The Nights shall mourne in blackes and Mornes shall weepe Vntill Calista wakes from her last sleepe Eleg. 2. REtreate sad passions to your chanels now Let sorrowes inundations cease to flow Griefes which distinguish Mortals from the Gods Ought to be limited with periods Lest action by such torrents overborne Should vertue leave abandon'd to the scorne Of faithlesse Fortune her undoubted slave Then cease ye weeping Hyades to lave That marble shrine wherein those reliques lye Which whilome harbour'd such nobility That all our teares shed there though we were sure We could droppe richest pearles or amber pure Were to be valu'd or esteemd no more Then if a cisterne small should spend his store To gratifie the swelling Ocean No more then if fond Time should lend a spanne Of his finite dimension to supply The wants of infinite Eternity Her worth was so sublime so cleare so full That humane intellects prove weake and dull While they the same contemplate wanting might Like bastard Eaglets to behold such light The Caspian-seas stand mur'd in hilly bounds Yea Neptunes Empire airye Iove surrounds A lucide Orbe of fire doth these enfold The Heav'ns about the Elements are roul'd Heav'ns are invovl'd with Heav'ns the stars decline Vnto their periods Time and Place confine This great magnificence of Natures store But Shee whose early absence we deplore Surmounts all these immensities as farre As doth the largest sphere the smallest starre I injure her I feare while I compare Those things which fraile and transitory are With that immortall unimagin'd blisse Which crownes her in her Apotheosis Then stoope my Muse from that celestiall place Whose radiant lustre and translucent grace Those crowned Candidates can onely gust Who have put off their mourning weedes of dust Like that faire Bird in snowy plumage drest Which silver Po doth plow with his soft brest Singing his requiem to the sighing streame So let my Muse assume the stately theme Of true nobility and reall worth While shee in buskin'd straine strives to set forth True honour to the life list to my song Yee that have soules to you these Odes belong If Men will not give eare then Rockes and Trees Shall conge's give and echo plaudit'es While I of her doe sing for vertues fire Doth animate more bodies then the Lyre Of Orpheus could her pure celestiall heate Invites the God's themselves with Men to treat Vertue alone is to be valu'd more Then many painted scutchions or a score Of swelling titles for numerous descents And titles be but her gay ornaments It argues but a spirit dull and cold To summon monuments and statues old For proofe to gentry or a name to reare On what the wormes have left as if we were Devoide of arts and hearts whereby to merit That praise and bayes which vertue should inherit And must become beholding unto stones For all our stiles and reputations But where illust'rous ancestry we finde Annexed unto an honourable minde Nobility there shines like Luna bright With orbed face 'mongst starres of lesser light As ciphers by themselves no summes designe But if with figures ye the same combine Large numbers they compose so ancestry For nothing stands if vertue be not by What neede I thus expatiate or search through The golden grove of ethickes for to show A definition or a character Of this heroicall habite since in her Of whom I sing nobility did shine With such pellucid rayes and beames divine That it essentiall seem'd and not acquir'd Not accidentall but from heav'n inspir'd Heav'n lent her