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<HEAD>LONDONS TEARES,
VPON
THE NEVER TOO MUCH TO
BE LAMENTED DEATH
Of our late Worthie Member of the Hou&s;e of COMMONS,
S^R^. RICHARD WISEMAN
KNIGHT and BARONET.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Who&s;e Hear&s;e was upon Wedne&s;day <DATE>the 19th day of January, 1642.</DATE> Solemnly conducted from King-&s;treet in We&s;tmin&s;ter,
through the Citie of London, to the Pari&s;h of St. Stephens Coleman-&s;treet, by above two hundred Apprenti&s;es, with &s;words
and black Ribbands, in Funerall equipage; and with above four hundred Citizens, all in mourning, with
each man his &s;word in their Proce&s;&s;ion.</HEAD>
<P>_ALL you which hitherto have wavered in your cen&s;ures of the&s;e matchle&s;&s;e Matchiavels of
our age, the&s;e perfect enemies of our Kingdome: you who&s;e tender Con&s;ciences will beleeve
nothing in its Cau&s;es, till you &s;ee the effects: The fir&s;t of which, your too much incredulity
might have prevented: but the latter, never with all your lamentations. Come and weepe
over him, whom with all your teares you cannot recover again, who&s;e each drop of
bloud out-weighs an Ocean of that corrupted Fountain, which lyes hid in the veines of tho&s;e
who were his, and our Common-wealths ince&s;tive enemies: had not his loyall and couragi|ous
heart bin animated with the true love of his King, Religion and Country, he ea&s;ily might
have put offra&s;hne&s;&s;e, which by more grave, and more cautelous State&s;men of our republick,
is accounted wi&s;dome, and exempted him&s;elf from danger, and not expo&s;ed his la&s;t bloud
to &s;uch eminent misfortune: but as he was borne more for us all, then for him&s;elfe, hee hath
ventured what he hath lo&s;t, <HI>Supremum Spiritum:</HI> Although all be for his better purcha&s;e
which is Heaven, in &s;o good a cau&s;e.</P>
<P>I need not relate to you the circum&s;tance of his fatall blow, which he received among&s;t the
promi&s;cuous con&s;ent of Ra&s;cals in We&s;tmin&s;ter-hall: where he &s;toutly fought, <HI>Pro aris &amp; focis,</HI> but God who knew him more
ripe for heaven then for earth, determined it the &s;econd cau&s;e of his death, and &s;o took him from us, who are unworthy of him,
or &s;uch as he is, and received him to him&s;elf, a fit companion for the Quire of heaven: his body onely being left for its due rites
of Sepulcre, was &s;uddenly received, being (wonderfull to con&s;ider) by the Apprenti&s;es of <HI>London,</HI> being above 200. in their
orders. Together with 400. of grave Citizens &s;adly pacing along with their tears in their eyes, in commemoration that not
long before they joyfully conducted him alive, with the re&s;t of tho&s;e mo&s;t worthy Members, from whence they now as &s;adly
bring him back. Heaven be more propitious to us all in the &s;afe protection of the re&s;t that remains, if a few more &s;uch pillars fal,
the whole Fabrick will &s;hake? &s;o this flouri&s;hing, peacefull, and fertile land, will become a Chaos, or meere de&s;olation; the true
picture at the length, of her wretched and mo&s;t di&s;con&s;olate &s;i&s;ter <HI>Germanie.</HI></P>
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<HEAD>An Accro&s;ticall ELEGIE upon the death of the Noble Gentleman Sir WILLIAM WISEMAN.</HEAD>
<L><HI>R</HI>End not my heart too much (<HI>Griefe</HI>) leave one &s;tring</L>
<L><HI>I</HI>Ntire to hold it by, while I but &s;ing</L>
<L><HI>C</HI>Ares la&s;t farewell; his la&s;t peale I mu&s;t ring.</L>
<L><HI>H</HI>EE who&s;e brave &s;pirit, aided by the power</L>
<L><HI>A</HI>Nd great Decrees of Heaven, when that power</L>
<L><HI>R</HI>Apt him from Earth, amid&s;t his foes I gave</L>
<L><HI>D</HI>E&s;paire to vertue for another grave.</L>
<L><HI>W</HI>Ho&s;e a&s;hes &s;hould like his &s;o blaze her name</L>
<L><HI>I</HI>N this her time of bani&s;hment, and came</L>
<L><HI>S</HI>Ordid and bloudy treachery, that &s;hee</L>
<L><HI>E</HI>Nter no more the Scene of cruelty</L>
<L><HI>M</HI>Aking the world admire brave Wi&s;emans blood</L>
<L><HI>A</HI>S a true Tipe of tho&s;e who yet have &s;tood.</L>
<L><HI>N</HI>Ow and all times for their Countries good.</L>
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