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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

mourne Some of thy power into my brest infuse That my dim candle may the better burne And giue the clearer light vnto her honour Admird so much of all that e're heard on her A subiect far vnfit for such a quill But that I thinke some fatall hand doth guide it And carries mee away against my will Not suffering me within my breast to hide it Such fire as this doth seldome burne within me That hath such power thus from my selfe to win me Nor doe I thinke sufficient my weake skill So great a subiect for to entertaine Far be such thoughts from my vnworthy quill VVhich humbly writes and not for glory vaine No I doe know my selfe praise cannot tempt me Since Learning wit and all things else preuent me But for some stricter bond which neerer ties me And zeale vnto that honord house I owe VVhich far aboue my power doth seeke to trie me My duty in these humble lines to shew This mite of wit this little tallent lent me Which my boūd seruice al too meane hath sent thee For which I doe confesse Minerua might Haue cause to sing in memorable lines The Muses if they did her honor right Might haue sufficient worke for after times And all the learned wits that were of yore Might spēd some paines to grace her vertues more But this vilde age which for the most part graces The vitious nature and the hartlesse mindes And honors asses spring from golden races VVherein true merit seldome any findes For where there 's one such fit for honors place Ther 's ten for him which fils them with disgrace For gilded greatnesse sticke too much with prayses Whose swelling pride bears al things down before thē This age to greater fame and fortune rayses That like to Demigods the world adores them What pearles of prayses daily of them rings Blowne with the winde of adulations wings What armes what trophies haue they not erected What glory brought their vpstart houses to And in this world what persons more respected VVhat is' t so hard but that their power can doe Mamon their God can purchase all for them Lands fame renowne nay more the soules of men These like the Dragon carry with their tayle The third part of the starres and rule the earth Their pride and power with controule preuaile And eate vp poore men like a timelesse dearth These which their greatnesse keepe the world in awe Their will their reason and must stand for lawe For which great cause Dame vertue euer mourns That her owne heires are destitute of fauours And others worthlesse placed in their romes To feed vpon their true deseruing labors VVhilst they doe swell with honours she doth pine And must be forc'd to beg or serue the time Oh yee desired times reuerse your course Vnto those antient customes which were then And let not these preferments lighs of worse VVhich were ordain'd for wise and learned men For honor vertue wisedome worth and merit Are the true heires those places to inherit Oh pardon me if I mistake my pen And from my purpose doe a little swarue It is the great abuses of these men Which doe the time themselues and fortune serue That are vnto that height of greatnesse growne Masking in merits shape and not their owne Was this the first cause of gentilitie Or from what stocke or roote did it descend Was this the ground of true humanitie Their greatnes by their greatnes to offend Was this the race from whom all Gentles sprung Wherein that worthy name was first begun Was lands or large possessions the foundation That men vnto that reuerend title came Or this worlds largest rule or domination Whereon so many did their glories frame If these must be the cause what will you call Adam to be which first possessed all If what this earths great compasse forth could bring Whereof the least part makes a Gentile now Might neither be a Gentlle Lord nor King Nor to him honors nor renowne allowe Why should his broode with pride so much abound Possessing but a little peece of ground Wast wealth or all the riches of the earth Without the which the best are held in scorne That could compose a Gentleman by birth Being meerely from the loynes of Adam borne Oh no if I should craue that faire discent From that foule roote I feare I should be shent Wast might or some oppressing Nymrods hand Whose powerfull pride did awe the weaker creatures And sought by force and violence to command More then his owne and raise that name to nature No heau'ns forbid vsurping tyranny Should ere be sprung from true gentility What was it then from humaine birth deriu'd And had it her first being from that kinde The marke for which antiquitie long hath striu'd And which doth challeng the most fairest signe Oh how can nature I would aske this first Be gentle cald whom heauens before had curst No Adam if that these can title claime As none without them now liues in request And challeng to themselues this gentle name Which at the first was onely giuen the best Then was thy birth thy wealth and worldly store The most and great'st what man had euer more No these are but th' admired broode of time Blowne like a bladder vp with froth and winde Made worldly great by prouidence diuine When small gentility resteth in their minde Their fortunes rises but their vertues fall Poor'st in greatst plenty weake when great'st of all But why doe I to little purpose striue And make my selfe more curious far then wise This name from her beginning to deriue When euery vulgar worldling too precise Doe hold too little for his swelling pride Whom no boūds hold nor compasse true can guide Yet since my laboring pen so much doth craue To search the ground of this so worthy name I must attempt with that bare skill I haue For to define least that I purchase blame For all these foure rehearst can neuer doe it Although they lay hard claime and title to it 'T was vertue merit and an humble minde 'T was curteous qualities and most faire conditions 'T was true desart loue and affections kinde Grac't with the mil'dst and purest dispositions 'T was learned arts and honor which proceeds Not from rough might but weake boūteous deeds 'T was an assisting not oppressing hand That did extend to charitable vses Defending right and truth which could not stand Free in those daies from wrongs and some abuses Whose zeale did burne with vertue and made all Their end true honor not an others fall 'T was iustice piety and a sacred spirit Which first inforc'd that faire name to be giuen Ador'd with famous deeeds and noble merits Whose birth and being is deriu'd from heauen No carnall birth no wealth nor worldly honor Can well be said to haue affinite from her And yet the most this age so much bewitches Digresse from these or else my muse mustly Translated now to honor state and riches In

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