Was woes me This blessed Lady Elizabeth was she Hasting to Heaven she touch't by the way At Crosby-House where we hop'd she would stay But fondly Of a suddain she took flight Heav'n ward and 's gone she 's quite gone out of sight Into the World she came it 's vanity She saw contemn'd and withdrew presently T. B. In Obitum Illustrissimae Heroinae Dominae ELIZABETHAE LANGHAM Epicedium ERgone foeminei laus victoriasexus Et desiderii meta suprema jacet Vna bonis animi generisque corporis aucta Quae data sunt aliis singula cuncta tulit Nobilis a proavis origine magna Parentum Nempe Hunting doniae splendida gemma domus Invidia haud pietas est hanc deflere Beatam Cui data coelesti est clara corona polo. Marmora mitte igitur celebrare aut carmine laudes Huic immortali quid moritura struis Namque loquendo satis dignè laudaverit unquam Nemo nisihic maerens qui stupet atque silet An Epitaph STay read her name lest thou pass traveller Hence irreligiously without a tear Say didst thou know her then thy loss resent If not at least thy ignorance lament Here lyes interred one by whose decease Heav'n hath one Saint the more and earth one less Where Grace and Nature truly did present A compleat draught of what was excellent In whom dwelt virtue with Nobility Great parts with yet greater Humility Her well replenisht mind did like a vein Of Earth a Rich and plenteous ore contain Strictness zeal mercy meekness patience Combin'd to take up here their residence Her out-side spoke it as if design'd to tell How pure and large a soul within did dwell How in her Face and carriage might You see Bright Honour shadowed with modesty Her Gravity with sweetnesse mixt did shew That distance was not her desire but due Too soon snatcht hence to prove that she was here Not an Inhabitant but Sojourner Sleep then in silence quietly her dust Till the Resurrection of the just When Body and Soul shall re-united be And each enjoy their Immortality I. S. To the RIGHT WORSHIPFUL And Worthy of Honour Sir JAMES LANGHAM A Memorial of His Most Dear and Excellent Wife THE RIGHT HONOURABLE The LADY ELIZABETH A great pattern of true Honour and Piety WHat Man can write that 's not Enthusiast I mean not what thou art but what thou wast Can Man breath living Words and realize Thy Worth and not be thought to Poetize But thy great Name and far greater Merit Will clear my Verse from a lying Spirit Similitudes from Sun Stars Meteors Dwelling in Clay are but low Metaphors All were Mine own and nothing like to Thine If I should speak of Thee less than Divine I have seen David's Harp but not his Heart On Buckrom dawb'd the Noble inward Part. Was too subtile to come to Painters view 'T is my hard task to shew a Saint to You. Once it was said the Gods came down like Men I miss a Godly one gone hence agen If here I rob'd a Tomb and there a Stone And shap'd her like to some Phantastick One And set up Her Pillar like goodly Saul Higher than those in Westminster and Paul Or for a louder strain ran to some Poet Her Reverend Ghost would chide me for it Out of the truly Noble Maunch she came The Badge of Honour that 's known by her Name From Kingly Lyons and the Flowers De Lice You may discern Her yet far higher rice Her Family thrice mix'd with Royal Blood She knew and yet as though not understood She spake not on 't as if she never knew The large and Noble Stem on which she grew Or yet as if that Elevating Blood Was like Rich Drops lost in a Richer Flood That precious Blood that Her did cleanse from sin The only Blood was that she glory'd in She did esteem the second Birth the better The first was High Below the other greater If we do higher look This high born Mind Enrich'd with Parts soar'd higher still to find That hidden Life secrets of Piety Pure Love unfeigned Faith true Charity Her Life and actions a good Comment was Upon Gods Law in which as in a Glass She dress'd Her inward and Her outward part Her humble Carriage spake an humble Heart She learn'd the Law both to observe and love it From None but me unto Thou shalt not covet She was o th' good Elizabethan Sect That blameless bear to all Gods laws respect But yet no Pharisaic Legalist Her Works were Fruits of living Faith in Christ She 'gan the day with God with him it ended 'Scapes mark'd to day were all to morrow mended From God in Closet Church warm and devout No waste-time pastimes ever turn'd her out Her Husband 's soul and Hers you 'd think were twin'd Rare Parts rare Hearts matched into a mind But Death consenting not to such rare Matches Away from him his right half soon dispatches Is there no way to break a Match and not Undo the suff'ring part to whose hard Lot Surviving fall's But this hath alwayes been Since Man and Wife op'ned the door to Sin His Children Hers became whose curious care Was to compleat and Saint that hopeful Pair Her Servants were the Flock she duely fed With Milk and the Portions of that Bread Which from Her Fathers house she carri'd home And did impart to all about her some In all Relations home and abroad She liv'd like such an one as would please God Her Face was Wisdom's Front and Her Demeanour Observ'd the Laws of Meekness and of Honour Her Speech her Looks her Person so array'd Spake that she look'd to God to Heav'n and pray'd Her senses Servants were Reason was Lord Fruitful she was in Deeds sparing in Word I cannot pass by what she ne're look'd o're Gods great Receivers miserable poor She felt their cold and wants as well as they She was the saddest when they went away She made them Rich they made her Spirit poor They spent her Alms she of their moans made store She was no Legend but a Scripture Saint Her piety no Hypocritick paint I will not speak what she was not for Nots Are in a Character but comely blots If she had lived in those darker Times When Legends went about with Monkish Rhimes She had at least been canoniz'd at Rome And hither crouding multitudes would come To see the Reliques which nor lead nor stones Could guard those Ashes and those Sacred Bones But in this brighter day she was a light Her Morn was Noon but ah her Noon prov'd night Night like that Cloud in which the Sun doth ride We have the Cloud she 's on the sunny side Her Life drop'd in the Flow'r Grace grew Mature Grace seldom dwelt with a better Nature O happy she would all of us were there And yet if so we wish why stay we here Earth was no bait Heav'n was so much prefer'd That first she dy'd before she was interr'd Coelestial mind she
Joy Joy that I 'm lodg'd in Christs bed Act Gratitude for thy enjoyment of me This and not murmur is expected of thee Bless God who bless'd thee with so meet a mate First serv'd thy hearts delight with this Rich Cate And last himself don't this content then hither Ascend my Dear and Joy we all together Where both shall God and God shall both enjoy And both each other where nought can annoy Or part our blest embraces pant fly mount Enter Heav'ns Pallace where we may recount Fresh Joys Sans measure where i th' bed of Honour We 'll sollaces exchange and praise the Donour Till then adieu my Dear Heav'ns Anthems hollow Which call me off mundane thoughts up swallow Blest is the Death that dyes into bless'd Life Where Christ and Saints grow one as Man Wife Vertue enobles Grace on high blood graft That Crowns with Glory makes a polish'd shaft Transcendent strains surmount my shallow reach To flourish I aspire not but to teach L. Goodrick To the PIOUS MEMORY Of the RIGHT HONOURABLE And no less Religious LADY The Lady ELLIZABETH Wife to Sir JAMES LANGHAM Who was marryed to that worthy person November 20. 1662. and dyed great with child March 28. 1664. FAith now or never help us See what storms We are surpriz'd with Thus Heav'n deals with Worms Mounts them on pinacles of bliss and thence Dashes them on the shelfs of Providence Peace fretful murmurs We should wrong the Saint Her self should we wrong Heav'n by our complaint For Heaven is just at least wee 'l Rest in this Our loss makes up her gain Our woes her bliss But it was no surpize Heaven had forbore Her presence long and Angels waited for Her flight While here she staid could not we see That purer sparkle of Divinity Her soul still towring upwards to the sphere Of blessedness whence we might justly fear Earth could not keep her long while here she shin'd Had we but mark't how her seraphick Mind Reach'd at perfectiou How she us'd to dress Her Soul with graces we might eas'ly guess It was a holy plot 'twixt Heaven and her To rob us of our joys Her Heav'nly Dear Wanting his Spouse loses her marriage tie That she might come and live with him on high 'T was unto him her Vows were given ere Her Nuptial contracts here confummate were And whilest that little time in happiest bands Of wedlock she remain'd yet her heart stands Fast to its former vows and still she longs With earnest throbbings and unwearied pangs Of Love to finish those endearments she Had here begun in an Eternity Of Blessedness Alas we thought when Heaven Had join'd this Noble pair and freely given Pledges of bliss to each unparel'd blisse Too great for my weak fancy to express When we consider'd that same Harmony Of Minds hearts that chim'd their joys whereby Two Heav'nly souls entwin'd in one great flame Of love how we could wish that we could frame A Tabernacle for them to inclose Their joices and keep them in a long repose But she that better knew the world than we And knew where lay their true felicity Seeing our Mistakes and fearing we should wrong God and our souls withdraws out of the throng Of friends and steals to Heaven puts out the blaze Of all our joies and leaves us in a Maze Could those indearments be so suddenly Cut of that linked hearts with such a tie Would not Heav'n pity those same groans tear That needs must follow such a loss Ah! here 's Great Love unseen Our losses are our gain Oft-times when our enjoyments prove our bane God can afford us comforts but lest we Should surfeit calls them back that he might be Our chief desire and aim this likewise knew That precious Saint who therefore hence withdrew Her self to Heaven least such satiety In time should draw them to Idolatry With what a servent holy jealousie Kept she her Vows to Christ fearing lest she Blessing her Nuptial state at any time With too much love should fail in loving him Thus ever tender of that Union That link't them both to God she strives to drown The current of their loves and joies together In Loves true Fountain Christ the fairest Lover Methinks I hear her chide the Ardencie Of his affection fearing lest that he Should wrong his God by too much loving her Sith Christ admits of no Competitor And lest he should alas how could he do But love her where so much love was due She leaves him flies to Heav'n then calls My Dear And bids him if he lov'd her seek her there Well She is gon But Markt we how she went Home to Her Joyes A Pursivant was sent That like Elijah in a Coach of Fire Mounted her Spirit to the Holy Quire Of Angels there she Rests Yet ere she went We might perceive her Face that Firmament Of Beauty spread with stars hiding its light Then we Began to bid our Joyes Good night We knew our Sun was set and left us here To shine more Brightly in a higher sphere With her refulgent Rays while this our Sun Glorify'd our inferiour Horizon Those her Magnetick Beams her Graces Drew The love of all unto her that but knew What Goodness meant Those Exhalations Whilst she was rising follow'd her but once Clouded and set dissolve again and Pow'r Themselves on Earth again in a Briny show'r But Loose we thus the Phoenix of our Age Without succession Had we not a Gage A Pledge from Heav'n of one that should survive And keep her precious memory alive Or was that Dust so sacred that the young Rather than take a Resurrection Should be content to Mingle't with its own Earth was not worthy Heav'n was Greedy to Possess so Rich a Purchase both must go To Glory Root Branch Whilst the glad Mother With One hand reaches at her Crown the other Presents her foetus with whose Innocence Unsullyed yet by Earth the Blessed Prince Of Purity delighted Crowns it with a Brighter Crown than others Thus the death Of Both gives them a glad deliverie From present and succeeding miserie Leaving behind her all those pangs and throws She should have felt to be supplyed by those That big with Love now suffer pangs of grief And sorrows for their sister daughter Wife And Friend Yet may her precious memory Produce some sweeter fruits than these to be Arguments of our Love May we so live As she So learn to grow in grace and thrive In goodness So t' improve our golden hours So to deny our selves and what is ours To win a Christ So to despise the Vain Honours and pleasures of the world to gain A Crown of Glory So to love as she First God and then our friends so charity In her kept to its rule to imitate Those lustres that proclaim'd her truly great Her Faith Devotion and Humility Her meekness sweetness pity charity And Love Thus to imbalm her memory Serv's better far than tears And thus to
thou take thy self to be thus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 For what a vain thing is it to ask that of God which but from thy allowance he hath no power to give Besides how pellucid is that hypocrisie which pretends in all humble and submissive manner to begg of God when thy will depriving him of all power to deny thee a royal stile would better befit thee Hoc volo sic jubeo stet pro rattone voluntas speak out man and tell God in plain English that when thou sayst I begg and I beseech and I intreat thou wilt be understood to say I straitly will and command bid him deny thee at his peril thou wilt un-god him if he do nisi Deus homini placuerit non erit Deus as Tertullian saies tell him thou art Tert. Apol. resolved to own no God any longer than he shall please thee such language is like thy self fit for a soveraign will to deliver it self in And indeed this is the genuine language of every humane will which lifts it self into competition with Gods so pregnant with blasphemies is it Thou pretendest to love God a sorty pretence it is and nothing else whiles thou art continually mis-interpreting his actions and Qui satis diligunt now cito offenduntur Salv. Ep. 1. picking quarrels at him He loves but poorly saies Salvian whom every trifle will offend Thou lovest him thou sayest But wherefore dost thou love him Because he gratifies thee in what thou desirest Sic prata pecudes dillgimus Tully So thou lovest thy Horse when he paceth to thy mind and thy field when it yields fruit to thy mind says the Orator this is as he says mercatura non amicitia trading not love Thou lovest him thou sayest how long will that love last till he displeaseth thee next Thou lovest him but tanquam osurus as one from whom the next occasion thou takest to pick a quarrel at will alienate thee again Away with this boys-play Christians thus children are won with an apple and Iusulsus puer amas patrem si blanditur odio habes quod te flagellat quasi non blandiens flagellans haereditatem paret Aug. in Ps 32. lost with a nut as the Proverb saith A simple child indeed saith St. Austin that lovest thy heavenly Father when he dandles thee and hatest him when he corrects thee not considering that whether he dandle or correct thee he provides a portion for thee Thou stilest thy self it may be not an ordinary lover but a friend of God and pretendest more communion and fellowship with him than others have Thou deceivest thy self grosly friend For friendship Idem velle idem nolle perfecta est amicitiam Tnlly the Orator will tell thee cannot consist but in an entire union of wills so there may be wilt thou say if God will reduce his will to mine or compound the matter at least in such things and such God to have his will and in other things to allow me my will But stay proud Creature God and man are never so friends as to become fellows Abraham to be sure was God's Friend Isay 41. 8. and yet he knew his distance as appears in that humble conference Gen. 18. 27 30. when a superior vouchsafes to become a friend he expects for his condescention to be observed and complyed withal from him whom he obligeth This cultura potentis amici husbanding of a potent friendship is no easie matter And it principally consists in that which thou art most averse to the perfect melting the inferiors will into that of his superiour friend He that claims to be Gods friend must in many cases either quit his will or his friend Thou claimest salvation by Christ How vainly and incongruously to the whole Oeconomy of that great work as contrived and effected by him see in these two things 1. In general Christ did doth will do nothing in that great work for any man but according to the will of God Lo I come saith he to do thy will O God thy Law is within my heart Ps 40. 8. Heb. 10. 9. and he professes he came to do not his own will much less any other persons but the will of him that sent him Joh. 6. 38. 2. In special All the offices of Christ wherein he works out our salvation are managed according to his Fathers will As a Priest he sacrificed his will to his Father before he offered his bloud Mat. 26. 39 42. As a Prophet he spake not of himself but the words that he spake the Father gave him in Commandment and as the Father said unto him so he spake Joh. 12. 49 50. As a King he derives his Authority from him that said unto him sit thou at my right hand Ps 110. 1. And he received his Kingdom by way of petition from his Father Ask of me and I will give thee the Heathen for thine Inheritance Ps 2. 8. God set him as his King upon his holy hill v. 6. made him Lord and Christ Acts 2. 36. And answerably the saving influence of all his Offices is dispenced in such a manner as renders it utterly impossible for any man to have benefit by them except upon condition of an entire resignation of his own will to the will of God The price of our Redemption which he paid for us as Priest hath bought us wholly out of our own power and made us entirely Gods peculiar 1. Cor. 6. 19 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Tit. 2. 14. 20. And in suffering for us he hath obliged us to imitate and resemble him in his Death exemplifying it in the crucifixion of our inordinate affections and lusts Gal. 5. 24. The Doctrine he hath revealed to us as the great Prophet of the Church in the whole scope and drift of it tends to nothing else but the modelling and moulding our hearts and lives according to the declared will of God The power he exerciseth over us as King is erected to no other purpose but to make us a willing people in all points of Christian obedience Ps 110. 3. The grace that he bestows upon us what is it but the reparation of Gods Image in us one main part whereof consists in the conformity of our wills to his The Holy Spirit which he bestows upon us what is He to do but to lead us in all dutiful obedience as the sons of God Rom. 8. 14. and to teach us what to pray for as we ought by making intercession for us i. e. by exciting holy desires in us according to the will of God v. 26 27. The Covenant of grace which he by his mediation hath established and ratified betwixt God and us when the Apostle expounds it what doth he mention as one of the main Articles in it but this that God will put his Laws into our minds and write them in our hearts i. e. reduce our wills to a perfect conformity to his own Heb. 8. 10 So that from all
so My next business therefore shal Directions be to give thee such Directions by the practise whereof thou mayest advance towards and in time arrive at this noble pitch 1. First then thou must Love God sincerely not only for what thou receivest and expectest from him but also and principally for what thou seest and accordingly adorest in him And labour to improve the Love thou hast for him into an intimate acquaintance and friendship with him For hereby thou wilt grow so far satisfied in him that thou wilt be assured he neither can nor will order any thing that befalls thee otherwise than may stand with thy best advantage thy heart will rest securely in him and thou wilt not find a place in thy bosom for suspicion or censure of any thing he doth yea thou wilt be studious to please and approve thy self to him in all things and think nothing thou hast too dear for him to dispose of at his pleasure which he will vouchsafe to call for or make use of but rather as we use to express our selves to our intimate friends when they have occasion for any thing in our possession thou wilt tell him from thy heart that thou art heartily glad thou hadst it for him 2. Interpret Gods providences candidly Take every thing from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Epict. C. 65. him by the best Handle If any better construction than other can be made of his dealings take hold of that and therewithal silence thy passionate prejudices and mis-representations that art apt to mislead thee What a false glass is to a beautiful face and the moved water to a streight staff that is prejudicate opinion to the best of Gods Actions There is a rare Beauty in all Providences as God orders them Eccles 3. 11. do you but hang them in a good light and wipe your eies from all infectious tinctures of prepossession and they will appear no less amiable to you than they are in themselves 3. Desire moderately For what we have an immoderate appetite unto as the Israelites to flesh Num. 11. 13. and an inordinate longing for as Rachel for Children Gen. 30. 1. we are apt to over-expect what we over-expect if we attain it we are prone to over-love and if we miss of attaining it or lose it again when attained to over-grieve And then do our discontents advance themselves upon our disappointments and an hundred to one if while in our unbounded passions we fling about us like enraged beasts we dash not some dirt in the face of God the Author as well as on the persons and things which he makes use of as the Instruments of our Defeats No man knows what a black train of daring impieties may be at the heels of any inordinate desire even such as if he were told of before that is most favourable to himself when transported to them he would bless himself from the very thought of them 4. Maintain a noble and heroical Faith in God both concerning the affairs of this life so far as they fall under Divine Promises and those of the Life to come And because the security you have for both is not alike you must principally fix your confidence in that which relates to your Souls and their concernments and then having raised a well grounded assurance concerning them you will the more easily quench those sparks of unbelief which are apt to disquiet you in reference to affairs of an inferiour nature For he that can deposite his soul with God being assured with the blessed Apostle 2 Tim. 1. 12. that he will 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 keep that important pledge faithfully will easily trust and acquiesce in him for all other things For will any man distrust him for Counters whom he intrusts with Gold and Pearls And hence it will follow that the more nobly and generously your Faith in all things rests in God the more full and clear will your satisfactions be concerning him in all his dealings so that you will not be easily shaken in your expectations from him or debauched into misconstructions of him yea love joy and delight in him will act as high as our Faith even in defiance of all appearing contradictions and impossibilities So was it with the Church Hab. 3. 17 18. Although the Fig-tree shall not blossom neither shall fruit be in the Vine the labour of the Olive shall fail and the fields shall yield no meat the flock shall be cut off from the fold and there shall be no heard in the stalls yet will I rejoice in the Lord and joy in the God of my salvation 5. Remember what you have received from God gratefully and compare it with what you want or lose which if you do you will find upon account a thousand mercies it may be to one or two in considerable crosses What the Moralist tells us is the too common fault of Ambition that non respicit it looks with envy at those few that are before but never looks back with gratitude at those many that in the Princes favour come behind thou mayest observe to be the fault of thy discontent it doth not respicere not look back upon the many mercies bestowed or the many other crosses escaped but only forward upon that one mercy or cross which it desires or eschews Could we keep an exact account of the various dealings of God with us all our life long and confront his afflicting with his obliging providences we should find abundance of cause to acknowledge even the most miserable term of life to be fuller of mercies than miseries as the Poet tells us that whoso compares the fair and foul daies of a year together Inveniet plures solibus esse dies Ovid. will find the fair daies to exceed in number Set the one against the other as Solomon saies of the daies of adversity and prosperity Eccles 7. 14. and thou wilt find nothing after him to carp or quarrel at He that will give God thanks for what he hath taken must according to Jobs order first consider what he hath given Job 1. 21. 6. State your own condition justly not measuring it by Phantasie but right Reason Opinion makes most men miserable who would not be so did they not conceive themselves to be so Whence Epictetus Tam miser est quisque quam credit Sen. Ep. 78. Ench. cap. 5. often before mentioned adviseth us to say to all the most frightful evils 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thou that appearest so scaring a thing art not the evil indeed that thou seemost to be but the spectrum the phantosm the apparition thereof It is true which the Stoick will not allow that sickness poverty disgrace loss of Friends pain and death are not as he saies meer Phantosms of evil for they are really and indeed evils but thus far his words have an undoubted truth in them that our opinion makes them greater evils by far than they be the shape in which our abused phantasie
ELISABETH WIFE to Sir JAMES LANGHAM Knight I. A Thousand times I try'd but all in vain Me thoughts my Verse came on but slow And that which us'd to be all wing could hardly go I could not close one happy Strain But e're it was half done begun again At last in rage this once said I And but this once whether it do or no I 'll try And all my aides I summon'd in And bid them all their Treasures bring Judgment Invention Art and Wit Those to obey and that as Queen to sit With all the Offspring of the Brain And all the numerous train Of quick Conceipts that fancy breeds or Poets feigne II. I call'd but could make none to heare Nor Wit nor Judgment would appeare Fancy it self till then my Tyrant drew not near Yet still I waited till at last In stead of these my Muse came in With Beauties that I n'ere before had seen Beauties I dare not venture to express Beauties which words would make but less And gently by me would have past But never to return again Whilst I the Vision wisht might longer last And follow'd more to make it so then to complain But as I that too thought t' have done And told my wrongs e're she was gon With eyes that spoke more pitty then disdain My Muse prevented mine and thus her speech began III. What could'st thou hope amidst the Learned Crowd Of Votaries that come With more then common service to this tomb As if thy whispers could be heard they so lowd Go seek some other whom thy Verse may raise Her Virtues are above thy Praise Nor there can needed be Where all already hath been said By them that knew Her as she honoured is by thee The living to instruct or praise the Dead Yet her Own laurells more then theirs have crown'd her Head To tell the Glories of her Name The Families she joyn'd and whence she came Her Learning or Her Piety The Saint she was and what shee 's gon to be How little here she left unknown What she acquir'd or what was born her Own The Languages she understood The best of all and all that they had good The French Italian and the Tongue Tully declam'd in and great Maro sung Which Rome scarce half an age did see And longer Mistriss of the World could be Then Queen of that yet never purer spoke than she These are above thy humble flight Whom meaner subjects better fit Only the Muse that taught her how to speak her praise can write IV. That shall my Province be and her great name I will enroll i' th' lasting Monuments of Fame Amongst my learned Daughters who have been The Honour of the Age they flourisht in And whom to Heaven I have preferr'd That thence with greater awe they might be heard Like Thunder both command attention and be feard I will immortall make her I who gave Eternity to them whom she admir'd My Priests who triumph o're the grave With a less heat then hers by me inspir'd Still in my sacred Rolls they live And all but their own virtues shall survive When proudest Sepulchers must dye And though they Heav'n and Age defie Low as the putrid Ashes that they cover ly They live and all enjoy eternal day Which shall more glorious grow and bright By this addition of new light When she shall be a Sun as well as they For so I 'll make Her not a Star As Caesar only was and Heroes are But a bright Sun that shall below 2 Its flames above and all its influence bestow 2 You wrong Her if you think shee 's dead For she ne're liv'd till now This having said The Muse in hast withdrew and I inclin'd my head Sam. Woodford In Obitum Honorabilis Dominae Dominae ELISABETHAE JACOBI LANGHAM Equitis Aurati conjugis praecharissimae immaturum quae quinto Calend. April novissimè dilapso fatis concessit QVi multae proavos ostentat imaginis omni Virtutis propriae nomine saepe caret Nobilis haec Domina insignes matresque patresque Enumerat plures extrahit undè genus His ornata licèt licèt ornatissima cum sit Singula Regali sanguine vena tepens Hujus opus tamen hujus honos apprendere Christum Hinc sacra fit vitae pagina norma suae Hinc praeteztatum pectus virtutibus auctum Hinc quoque caelesti verba referta sale Vita interstinctis quasi floribus insitus Hortus Divite decursus messe refectus Ager Tanta penes totum diffusa est gratia gestum Vt nisi quod laudes dicat agatve nihil Tempora deficerent si singula dicere tentem Omnia sunt meritis metra minora suis Mortua sed nunc est quid dixi mortua vivit Vivet apud Dominum tempus in omne Deum Scilicet huic mors est liber status absque labore Nullum ubi peccatum sed mora labis inops Aliud Brevius SPonsam permittunt hanc tantum fata sed ultra Vivere in terris usque manere negant Talia quae lux haec profert spectacula monstrant Rebus in humanis stansve moransve nibil Ast simul ac Nati ferè cogimur ire redire Nex ubi perpetua est sine fole Dies Thomas Martyn In Obitum ELISABETHAE LANGHAM Insignis Nobilitatis Dominae charissimae JACOBI LANGHAM Equitis aurati conjugis TRistia fata cano cecidit flos Nobilis eheu Casta viro conjux Docta Modesta Pia. Ossa Sepulchra tenent animam caelestia Regna Haec cinis in cinerem tuque redactus eris Omnia vana fluunt terrestria Gratia gratos Sola Deo reddit sola petenda tibi Corpus parturiit corpuscula nulla sed ingens Fructus adest animae qui super astraviget Non moritur sterilis virtutum prole refulgens Divini quas nunc ubera lactis alunt Vox Coeli SEal up thy Springs of Tears my Dear Relict With mournful sighs no more thy Soul afflict Weep not for me but for thy self lament With Holy Faith prepare for Heav'ns ascent Whence spring thy Tears that I behold Gods face And reap the joy-fruits of my Saviours Grace Is' t love to me then why why does it grieve thee That by this blest retreat God does relieve me Was I not born to dye and when Death strikes Shall that expected stroak draw forth such shrikes What is my gain thy loss my Joy thy Sorrow My Weal thy woe away away to Morrow Thou and thy Branches shall be planted here Bove storms and Winters free from Care and Fear Oh dwell on this for this provide thy Lamp Trim with pure oyl thy Soul with Grace new stamp Instead of cryes for my remove make hast Me to o'retake and let not Tears run wast Hast off rough Seas into the Hav'n of rest Who soonest quit's this World is soonest blest What may not God fetch home his loan and must Heav'n stoop to Earth God's Rights to Mortals lust If bad I seem'd rejoyce thy ills are fled If good