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Death repeal'd by a thankfull memoriall sent from Christ-Church in Oxford celebrating the noble deserts of the Right Honourable, Paule, late Lord Vis-count Bayning of Sudbury. Who changed his earthly honours Iune the 11. 1638.
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DEATH REPEAL'D BY A THANKFVLL MEMORIALL Sent from CHRIST-CHURCH in OXFORD CELEBRATING THE NOBLE DESERTS OF the Right Honourable PAVLE Late Lord VIS-COUNT BAYNING of SUDBURY Who changed his Earthly Honours Iune the 11. 1638. OXFORD Printed by Leonard Lichfield Printer to the Vniversity for Francis Bowman M. D.C.XXXVIII TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE THE LADY PENELOPE DOWAGER of the late VIS-COVNT BAYNING GREAT Lady Humble partners of like griefe In bringing Comfort may deserve beliefe Because they Feele and Feyne not Thus we say Vnto Our selves Lord Bayning though away Js still of Christ-Church somewhat out of sight As when he travel'd or did bid good night And was not seen long after now he stands Remov'd in Worlds as heretofore in Lands But is not Lost The spight of Death can never Divide the Christian though the Man it sever The like we say to You He 's still at home Though out of reach as in some upper roome Or study for His Place is very high His Thought is Vision now most properly Return'd he 's Yours as sure as e're hath been The Iewell in Your Cask safe though unseen You know that Friends have Eares as well as Eyes We Heare Hee 's well and Living that Well dies ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE THE LORD VISCOVNT BAYNING THough after Death Thanks lessen into Praise And Worthies be not crown'd with gold but bayes Shall we not thank To praise Thee all agree We Debtors must out doe it heartily Deserv'd Nobility of True Descent Though not so Old in Thee grew Ancient We number not the Tree of Branched Birth But Genealogie of Vertue spreading forth To many births in value Piety True Valour Bounty Meeknesse Modesty These noble off-springs swell Thy Name as much As Richards Edwards three foure twenty such For in thy Person 's linage surnam'd are The great the good the wise the just the faire One of these stiles innobles a whole stemme If all be found in One what race like Him Long stayres of birth unlesse they likewise grow To higher vertue must descend more low Whē water comes through numerous veins of lead 'T is water still Thy blood from One pipes head Grew Aqua-vitae streight with spirits fill'd As not traduc'd but rais'd sublim'd distill'd Nobility farre spread I may behold Like the expanded skie or dissolv'd gold Much rarified I see 't contracted here Into a starre the strength of all the spheare Extracted like th' Exlixir from the Mine And highten'd so that 't is too soone divine Divinity continues not beneath Alas nor He But though He passe by death He that for many liv'd gaines many lives After hee 's dead Each friend and servant strives To give him breath in praise this Hospital That Prison Colledge Church must needs recall To mind their Patron whose rich legacies In forreigne lands and under other skies To them assign'd shew that his heart did even In France love England as in England Heaven Heav'n well perceiv'd this double pious love Both to his Country here and that above Therefore the day that saw Him landed here Hath seen him landed in his Haven there The selfe-same day but two yeares interpos'd Saw Sun and Him round shining twice and clos'd No Citizen so covetous could be Of getting wealth as of bestowing He His Body and Estate went as they came Stript of Appendix Both and left the same But in th' Originall Necessity Devested one the other Charity It cost him more to cloth his soule in death Then e're to cloth his flesh for short-liv'd breath And whereas Lawes exact from Niggards dead A Portion for the Poore they now are said To moderate His bounty never such Was knowne but once that men should give too much A Tabernacle then was built and now The like in heav'n is purchas'd Learn you how Partly by building Men and partly by Erecting walls by new-found Chymistry Turning of Gold to Stones Our Christ-Church Pile Great Henrie's monument shall grow a while With Bayning's Treasure who away hath took Like those at Westminster to fill a nook ' Mongst beds of Kings Thus speak speak while we may For Stones will speak when We are hush'd in Clay W. STRODE D.D. Canon of Ch. ◠In obitum Illustrissimi Vicecomitis BAYNING QVid voveat dulci nutricula majus Alumno Quam bona Fortunae Corporis atque Animi En haec Heroe hoc simul omnia quid petat ultra Quid potius Coelum quod novus hospes habet The same Englished Can Nurse choose in her sweet babe more to find Then goods of Fortune Body and of Mind Loe here at once all this what greater blisse Can'st hope or wish Heaven why there he is ROB. BVRTON of Ch. Ch. On the Death of the Right Honourable the Lord Viscount BAYNING SO when an hasty vigour doth disclose An early flame in the more forward Rose That Rarenesse doth destroy it Wonders owe This to themselves still that they cannot grow Such Ripenesse was His Fate Thus to appeare At first was not hereafter to stay here Who thither first steps whither others tend When He sets forth is at the Iourney 's end But as Short things most vigour have and we Find Force the Recompence of Brevity So was it here Compactednesse gave Strength The Life was Close though not spun out at Length Nothing lay idle in 't Experience Rules Men strengthn'd Books Cities season'd Schools Nor did he issue forth to come Home thence As some lesse Man then they goe out from hence Who think new Ayre new Vices may create And stamp Sinne Lawful in Another State Who make Exotick Customes Native Arts And Loose Italian Vices English Parts He naturaliz'd Perfections only gain'd A round and solid mind severely train'd And manag'd his desires brought oft checkt Sense Vnto the sway of Reason comming thence His owne acquaintance morgag'd unto none But was himselfe His owne possession Thus starres by journying still gaine and dispense Drawing at once and shedding influence Thus Spheares by Regular Motion doe encrease Their Tunes and bring their Discords into Peace Hence knew He his owne value ne're put forth Honour for Merit Pow'r instead of Worth Nor when He poyz'd himselfe would He prevaile By Wealth and make his Mannors turne the scale Desert was only ballanc'd nor could we Say my Lord's Rents were only Weight not He Only one slight he had from being Small Vnto himselfe He came Great unto all But Great by no mans Ruine For who will Say that his Seat e're made the next Seate ill No Neighb'ring-village was unpeopled here ' Cause it durst bound a Noble Eye too neere Who could e're say my Lord and the next Marsh Made frequent Herriots or that any harsh Oppressive usage made Young Lives soone fall Or who could His seven thous and bad Ayre call He blessings shed Men knew not to whom more The Sun or Him they might impute their store No rude exaction or licentious times Made his Revenewes Others or His Crimes Nor
Vxorem duxit ut illum ornaret sexum Vxorem invenit quae ornaret nostrum Amaretalem satis non potuit Si non Amore obiisset Divitias numeravit sed quas dederat Opum non habuit sed Munerum Aerarium An dedit en tandem sibi nec Ipsum reliquit Quem cum deesset qui caperet cepit SepulchruÌ„ Gemmas recondi Nimium sic Pretium facit He that attempts to mourne thy noble Herse Must teach his griefe the Piety of Verse And all his teares in chast expressions paint That every line may Canonize a Saint He ought to Preach in Numbers as if Fate Had destin'd Him for Bishop Laureate Who then shall weepe thy losse whose Acts we see fel Farre purer then our vestall phansies be W'admire those deeds which from Thee slightly Thy Recreation fills the Chronicle And Poets should be set to curbe the times Could their Wits be so Pious as Thy Crimes Thou didst ingrosse all goodnesse so that Wee Scarce thought one Heroe dead while we saw Thee We miss'd not Cato Tully was not dumbe Thou could'st like him but speake and overcome What Stratagem has Fate thy fading breath Summons sage Brutus to a Second Death Soules treasur'd up in Thee rush forth and now Some fall that fell two thousand yeares agoe Here prune your manners you that only are The walking Arras of the Court who share face Your selves like Hangins deckt with some strange T' attend the King only to trim the place Whose weake Gentility does fall and rise As Periwigs and Sattins take their price Whose carriage one may track find which Oath Your Worships swore in silk and which in cloath If you could learne this ripenesse it would teach To court a Mistresse in an unbought speech And your owne Language might have power to move A frozen coynesse to a free court-Court-Love And make her yâ—e such charming pleasures heare That her Soule know no residence but eare But I doe blast thy Herse and these weake Layes Doe only usher Some to sing Thy Praise As scattered beames their dawning lustre broach Only to tell the world the Sun's approach As if the Priest should butcher a cheape Lambe To fit the Altar for an Hecatombe He that will speake Thee fully must have parts Like to Thine Owne and hunt Thee through all Arts His able yeares must bud up till he find What mysteries enrich't thy well-fraught mind Who didst so wade through Natural things that we May shake off Nature now and study Thee Had'st thou bred low-pitchâ—t veâ—…ues had thy Vein Stoop'd to the shallow ebbe of vulgar strain Each busie Muse had strove to find a roome Where crowds of Epitaphs might load thy Tomb But now we feare to write we dare noâ— stay To bring ouâ— twilight Glances to thy Day Such is Thy Vertues flight thou soar'st so high Thy weakest Acts aske our Hyperboly And all th' elaborate Accents we can lend Can scarce deserve Thee where thou dost offend Hence forth we 'le prize our Muse at lower rate And what we can't expresse we 'le imitate We 'le Print Thee in our manners so that then Who finds Thee not in Records may in Men. They only here find their expressions safe Who Act their Verse and Live an Epitaph MARTIN LLEVVELLIN of Ch. Ch. Vpon the Death of the Right Honourable Lord Vicecount BAYNING FOrgive me His deare Monument that I Vsurpe the Title of an Elegy And like a wandring Passenger doe crave My unknowne teares may glaze his Epitaph Whoever heard his Travells but did cease To think Rome false or France with a disease So farre from an outlandish Taint that Hee Return'd a chaster Mind from Italie Learne here you wilde Apostates that deface Your Native Soules and mold 'em to the Place So that each Country gives you a new Birth Antaeus like reviving from the Earth BAYNING did scorne to change himselfe but then When farthest off He was an English-man Our Lawes still kept Him Company for they Were the Geography and rule of 's way So that to forreigne parts He did appeare Rather Embassadour then Sojourner Why did He scape His Travells thus O why Did he fall downe with such Tranquillity Horrour becomes a Young man's Death to lie Bedew'd with Blood is a brave obsequie Surfets Consumptions are but Female Knives Nor doe they snatch but steale away our Lives Fates did not know thy Spirit when they sent So weake a dart to blast thy Monument Thy Genius was too mighty to endure That extreame cowardize to die Secure But since it did our great Commander please Thus to inflict the Death of a disease In earnest of our Loves O let it be Our wish to fall Secure because like Thee For Thy sake then may Feavers be our Meate And 't prove a Surfet henceforth but to Eate None can desire to live unlesse he be Seduc'd perhaps t' enjoy Thy Legacie 'T is Thy owne freenesse bribes us now to live Since 't were ingratitude not to survive Our Buildings by Thy Piety shall stand No Ruines now but Trophyes of Thy Hand The Roomes shall be Thy Piles we will preferre Their beauteous Order to thy Character When Printed on the doores with loaded eyes The Passenger may read HERE BAYNING LIES H. RAMSAY of Ch. Ch. On the Death of the Lord Viscount BAYNING SInce Sadnes crowns Your hearse Mourners Bestow with sighs tears a Method too Of grieving for your death that we may see doe A good Contrivance though in Misery Since among all that mourn none Order lack The Wits in Rime Your other Friends in Black Pardon my grief that dares assume that Dresse For scatter'd in wild Fancles 't would seem lesse Yet doe I not presume my verse may give Ought that may cause Your memory to live I leave that great imployment to the Pen Of Abler fancies more Discerning Men That can Distinguish vertues and best know Which froÌ„ Complexion which froÌ„ Breeding flow Which are Innate and which Infus'd that can But with one glaunce decipher a whole man 'T is fancy ' enough in me if I can weepe Your Body not as Dead but fall'n a sleepe Since no Continu'd greif or lingring pain No Trick o' th' State nor sad stroak hath it slain It goes fresh to the grave before the sinnes Have season'd it that Age and Businesse brings Where let it sleep secure hence coming fit T'embalme and keep the Odours not they It. The groans and sighes that parting now it weares The Marble shall supply with frequent Teares H. BENET of Ch. Ch. On the death of the Honourable Lord Vis-count BAYNING HEnce froÌ„ This Tomb you that have only chose To Mourn for Ribbands the sadder Cloths That Buy your Grief froÌ„ th' Shop desperat lye For a new Cloak till the next Lord shall Dye You that shed only wine and think when all The Banquet 's past there 's no more Funerall You that sell Teares and only Weepe for Gaine I dare not say you Mourn