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<HEAD>A NEW ELEGIE In Memory of the Right Valiant, and mo&s;t Renowned Souldier, Col. RAINSBOROUGH, late Ad|mirall of the narrow Seas.</HEAD>
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<L>SEe&s;t thou that &s;tarre, which newly has its &s;tation,</L>
<L>In bright Coronaes heavenly Con&s;tellation.</L>
<L>It's gallant <HI>Rainsboroughs</HI> pa&s;&s;age way to bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Who as he pa&s;t, guilded the Orifice.</L>
<L>Leaving thy &s;ight, another glimp&s;e of Glory</L>
<L>If the ancients may, be credited in &s;tory.</L>
<L>Sure had tho&s;e Hor&s;e-Ieeches that drew his bloud,</L>
<L>Fore-&s;eene how much, their malice did him good.</L>
<L>The &s;elf-&s;ame envy, that did cau&s;e his death,</L>
<L>Would have enforc't them to prolong his breath.</L>
<L>But as <HI>Cain</HI> dealt with <HI>Abell,</HI> the Jewes with Chri&s;t,</L>
<L>And with the Saints, as dealeth Antichri&s;t.</L>
<L>So the&s;e to him, intending greate&s;t evill,</L>
<L>Do him mo&s;t good, are cheated by the Devill.</L>
<L>But though Saints dying, gain the living loo&s;e,</L>
<L>And &s;o are left Ambignous for to choo&s;e.</L>
<L>Self-love affects thy pre&s;ence, though it prove</L>
<L>A greater wrong to thee then heart can move.</L>
<L>Due love to thee, doth willingly con&s;ent</L>
<L>To have thy ab&s;ence, then &s;eemes to relent.</L>
<L>However in this, we have had &s;o great a Cro&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>That death of Thou&s;ands will not quit the lo&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Who ere thou art, that did'&s;t this horrid Act,</L>
<L>Unle&s;&s;e mo&s;t bitter teares redeeme the fact.</L>
<L>As to thy &s;oul, thou art th' accur&s;'ds wretch</L>
<L>That e're did meric feelingly to &s;tretch.</L>
<L>The &s;tronge&s;t halter ever Catine wore,</L>
<L>Who had a Thou&s;and Murders on his &s;core.</L>
<L>But if thou glory in thy &s;in and feare,</L>
<L>Thy Con&s;cience more, then thou may&s;t ju&s;tly fear.</L>
<L>That the enraged, di&s;mall, curri&s;h kind</L>
<L>Of the three headed Dog, will tear thy mind.</L>
<L>With damned furies, and this &s;oul &s;urpriz'd,</L>
<L>May never feel joyes that bee atermiz'd.</L>
<L>But tis a friend, t'was more then one, that three,</L>
<L>Were Partners in this &s;in, Axrinitie.</L>
<L>Of feinds incarnate, great ods, three to one,</L>
<L>And he in's &s;hirt; unweaponed, all alone.</L>
<L>They arm'd compleatly; had his valiant hand</L>
<L>As er&s;t bin furni&s;h't, hee'd a made to &s;tand.</L>
<L>Whole Troopes of &s;uch ba&s;e villains, and have &s;ent</L>
<L>Some of their Gho&s;ts to Plutoes Regiment.</L>
<L>Had you dealt fairely, it had your honour bin,</L>
<L>And had your ca&s;e bin right, you'd had no &s;in.</L>
<L>But to de&s;troy him ba&s;ely for no cau&s;e,</L>
<L>But maintenance of Parliament and Lawes,</L>
<L>Which you pretend to, and for no other thing,</L>
<L>But ju&s;t defence of the &s;ame Crowned King.</L>
<L>Which &s;eemingly you &s;tand for, this oh this</L>
<L>Would wrong, the patience of a Job, even his.</L>
<L>And then to &s;hew their pedigree and Syre,</L>
<L>Whom truth hath &s;til'd, a murtherer and lyer.</L>
<L>From the begining, you murther by a lye,</L>
<L>And &s;o fill up your gro&s;&s;e iniquity.</L>
<L>Moreover &s;till to agravate their guilt,</L>
<L>Marke but the day, on which his bloud they &s;pilt.</L>
<L>The Lords own day, none el&s;e would &s;erve the turn,</L>
<L>For which I fear the furnace where you'l burn,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t have a &s;even-fold heate becau&s;e you dur&s;t,</L>
<L>Prophain that &s;eaventh, not fearing to be cur&s;t.</L>
<L>And &s;o I leave you, and my &s;elf addre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>To tho&s;e who lov'd and wi&s;h'd his happine&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Yea worthies high grave Senators of State</L>
<L>Who for your Countries good, early and late,</L>
<L>Sit and con&s;ult on, with your &s;able hue,</L>
<L>In &s;ad laments, they much concerneth you.</L>
<L>Yet &s;tand upright, let not be &s;aid for &s;hame,</L>
<L>That now you have lo&s;t a Member, 'yare groan lame&punc;</L>
<L>Beware the Foxes, who have hurt you more,</L>
<L>Then Lyons, Tygers, or the Bear, or Bore.</L>
<L>If Heavens &s;ucce&s;&s;e deny, they'l down to Hell,</L>
<L>By Treacheries or Treaties, any &s;pell.</L>
<L>To work their ends, as many &s;amples &s;hew,</L>
<L>But more con&s;picuou&s;ly this fatall blow.</L>
<L>Ye hone&s;t Seamen, ye may weepe and wayle,</L>
<L>When &s;uch &s;heate Anchors do begin to faile.</L>
<L>And &s;adly look, when Heavens &s;o do lowre,</L>
<L>That violent &s;tormes have broke in your be&s;t Bowre.</L>
<L>Well may you labour wi&s;ely to prevent,</L>
<L>Enfuing mi&s;chiefs, when &s;uch Ma&s;ts are &s;pent.</L>
<L>Your glorious towe&s;t of the talle&s;t Trees,</L>
<L>That ever <HI>England</HI> bred, who&s;e Victories.</L>
<L>Can &s;carce be numbred, who have bravely born</L>
<L>The envy of pre&s;&s;es, turn-coats, Pulpits &s;corn,</L>
<L>Whereby was &s;topt the current of his prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Who wrought by you &s;uch wonders in our dayes.</L>
<L>Your merits high, Heaven's your noble choice,</L>
<L>Therefore your &s;oules mo&s;t truly may rejoyce.</L>
<L>Yet when you &s;ee cut down &s;o great an Oake,</L>
<L>By helli&s;h rage I need not to provoke.</L>
<L>Your tender hearts to &s;ighes, or eyes to teares,</L>
<L>Your grave&s;t heads to Councells, oh the feares.</L>
<L>Saints look about you when &s;uch Cedars fall,</L>
<L>It &s;ometimes provoketh Epedemicall.</L>
<L>But be you as you may, both ju&s;t and wi&s;e,</L>
<L>His fall may prove a glorious &s;acrifice.</L>
<L>I wi&s;h his Epilogue of earthly glory,</L>
<L>Prove not the Prologue of a &s;adder &s;tory.</L>
<L>And &s;o conclude, placing his Tombe about,</L>
<L>The&s;e lines of truth, ne're to be razed out.</L>
<L>Here lyes brave <HI>Rain&s;borough</HI> great in Warres Command,</L>
<L>Envyed of Traytors, both by Sea and Land.</L>
<L>Scourge of Malignants his Countries Champion &s;tout,</L>
<L>As <HI>Bri&s;toll, Ragland, Barkley,</HI> and the Rout,</L>
<L>Of Rebels well can witne&s;&s;e, beloved of all,</L>
<L>From meane&s;t Souldier, to the brave Generall.</L>
<L>Here lyes the Cabinet, the Jewells, Sword on high,</L>
<L>Till both &s;hall meete to all eternity.</L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Henry Cripps</HI> in Popes-head Allie. 1648,</P>
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