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<DIV1 TYPE="funerary oration">
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<HEAD>A RHETORICAL RAPTURE AS COMPOSED INTO A FUNERAL ORATION At the Mournfull Moving of His HIGHNES Stately EFFIGIES from SOMERSET-HOUSE.</HEAD>
<BYLINE>By Mr. <HI>Slater.</HI></BYLINE>
<LG>
<L><HI>Si mea cum ve&s;tris valui&s;&s;ent vota Britanni,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Non e&s;&s;em exiguus tanti ploraminis actor,</HI></L>
<L><HI>T&uacute;&abque; tuis Armis, nos Te potiremur O</HI> Cromwel.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>HAd not our <HI>Sins</HI> or'e our <HI>Prayers</HI> prevail'd,</L>
<L>We might have now for <HI>them,</HI> not <HI>Thee</HI> bewail'd:</L>
<L>Thou thine <HI>owne Arms</HI> enjoy'd, we <HI>joy'd</HI> in <HI>Thee;</HI></L>
<L>Nor had there been this grand Di&s;paritie,</L>
<L>So mean a <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> mourn &s;o <HI>Heroick</HI> Worth,</L>
<L>But our kind <HI>Angel</HI> brings <HI>Fame</HI>'s Trea&s;ures forth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Fame</HI> &s;ounds the <HI>Victories</HI> which <HI>Thou</HI> bequeaths</L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;tendome,</HI> crowning <HI>Thee</HI> with Laurel wreaths:</L>
<L>Seventh <HI>Henry</HI>'s Chappel may Thy <HI>Corps</HI> entombe,</L>
<L>But for Thy <HI>Monuments</HI> the <HI>World</HI>'s the room:</L>
<L>Seventh <HI>Henry</HI>'s or <HI>Cromwell</HI>'s Chappel, which you plea&s;e</L>
<L>Call it; or, to Them Both, <HI>Chappel of Ea&s;e;</HI></L>
<L>Or, <HI>Honors Cabinet;</HI> or, <HI>Valours Tent</HI></L>
<L>To repo&s;e in, after the Day is &s;pent,</L>
<L>To ri&s;e at sound of Trump, clad <HI>cap a pe</HI></L>
<L>In bright Armour of <HI>Immortalitie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;oft, Mu&s;t CROMVVELL to an <HI>Abbey</HI> goe?</L>
<L>The name of <HI>Abbeys</HI> is to <HI>Cromwell</HI>'s Foe:</L>
<L>'Tis true, That <HI>Nobles</HI> zeal was very hot;</L>
<L>According unto Knowledge, Was it not?</L>
<L>Knew <HI>Hee</HI> not too-too-well the Tromperies,</L>
<L>The fond Fripperies of the <HI>Friaries,</HI></L>
<L>Dull <HI>Abbey-lubbers</HI> glutt'nous Luxury?</L>
<L><HI>Zeal</HI> qualified thus, though hot, is not dry;</L>
<L>Not &s;o dry, to &s;wallow them at a gu'p,</L>
<L>The Crimes of <HI>Abbeys</HI> did them&s;elves eat up.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go CROMVVELL then, down to the <HI>Abbey</HI> go,</L>
<L>Down to thy <HI>mother</HI> bow: Thy <HI>Daughter</HI> (know)</L>
<L>Toll'd thy Great Bell; the <HI>Prim-ro&s;e</HI> fading young,</L>
<L>The old <HI>Stock-Gilly-flower</HI> could not la&s;t long.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go, Honorably down, to Thy long Home,</L>
<L>Thy Mother <HI>Earth</HI> hath deck'd Thee up a room:</L>
<L>Ah! Kind <HI>Mother,</HI> that never for&s;aketh</L>
<L>In life time <HI>Man</HI> of her Fruits partaketh,</L>
<L>And dead, into her Bo&s;ome is receiv'd;</L>
<L>Such kindne&s;s, not known, might not be beleiv'd;</L>
<L>Patient <HI>Grizels</HI> Pa&s;&s;ive Great Grandmother</L>
<L>We dare not in be-dull'd &s;ilence &s;mother</L>
<L>Top of our Kindreds &s;o &s;tupendious Kindne&s;s,</L>
<L>Left Ingratitude bla&s;t us to Blindne&s;s:</L>
<L>To give thy children Bread, Thou &s;uffering</L>
<L>Long furrows in thy Back, and they whi&s;tling</L>
<L>The while; and when that we <HI>(Clods of Clay)</HI> mu&s;t</L>
<L>At length come to our &s;elves, Du&s;t unto Du&s;t,</L>
<L>Thy very Bowels be digg'd up for us;</L>
<L>Why doe&s;t Thou &s;uffer? Why we &s;erve Thee thus?</L>
<L>Like <HI>Agrippina</HI> art Thou upon it &s;et</L>
<L>To cry <HI>Occidar mod&ograve; Imperet?</HI></L>
<L>To gain thy <HI>Dirt-Bloud</HI> Off-&s;pring Heavenly Crowns</L>
<L>Without a Tear courting their heavy wounds?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go CROMVVELL peaceably, to thy long Home,</L>
<L>There needs not any bu&s;tling to make room:</L>
<L>Divine <HI>Eliza</HI>'s, and Sixth <HI>Edward</HI>'s Du&s;t</L>
<L>Depo&s;ited in rich <HI>Carcanets,</HI> in tru&s;t</L>
<L>Till glorious morn of Re&s;urrection,</L>
<L>Will (in a Land-skip of th' A&s;cention)</L>
<L>To congratulate thy Serene&s;s, ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Flying quick into thy Followers eyes:</L>
<L>Whence &s;uch an Inundation of Tears,</L>
<L>That out-vied <HI>Thame&s;is,</HI> &s;hrinking with Fears,</L>
<L>Glides gha&s;tly to the Main-Guard for recruit:</L>
<L>The mobled Ocean (as its Natives, mute</L>
<L>At the Starting news) flowes to th' Funerall</L>
<L>Of his Great <HI>Ma&s;ter,</HI> and out-weeps 'um all:</L>
<L>The trickling Brine blazoning, All Strike-fail</L>
<L>To <HI>RICHARD; Oliver</HI>'s Blazing Star, the <HI>Whale.</HI></L>
<L>Flaming Comets <HI>Divination</HI> hold,</L>
<L>But <HI>Whales,</HI> extinct, <HI>Divinity</HI> unfold:</L>
<L><HI>Jonah</HI>'s Pulpit, (dead) turn'd Prophet, &s;hew'd Thee</L>
<L>Thy Death, <HI>&s;wallow'd up into victorie.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Trees</HI> &s;ix-and-&s;evens to&s;s'd: the <HI>Storm</HI>'s Deep-witty;</L>
<L>While Sixty-&s;ix throws out the Seven-Hill'd City,</L>
<L>Griev'd <HI>Tyber,</HI> crim&s;on'd with Companions gore,</L>
<L>New-&s;leeks in her own wa&s;h <HI>Romes</HI> rivell'd <HI>Whore:</HI></L>
<L>How's <HI>Babylon Babel'd!</HI> Her Merchants cry;</L>
<L>Ruining <HI>Storm,</HI> ruin'd, ecchoes as I.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go from this thy brave Hou&s;e of <HI>Somer&s;et</HI></L>
<L>To a braver, trimm'd with Thee our <HI>Summer &s;et:</HI></L>
<L>Sun-like, Go down into thy <HI>We&s;tern</HI> Vault;</L>
<L><HI>Our Great Generals Bride-chamber</HI> let us call't;</L>
<L><HI>CROMWELLS</HI> and <HI>Cromwellines</HI> True-Lovers-Knot,</L>
<L>Till to Glory waked, Their Gloomy Grott</L>
<L>To re&s;t in, or the Suns cool-&s;ilent Shade;</L>
<L>Where, Worms do drive a very &s;ubtle Trade</L>
<L>I'th Royal '<HI>Change</HI> of (the Moons Hieroglyphick)</L>
<L>The Arched Vault; by the My&s;terious trick</L>
<L>Of Bartering growing big as Burge&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>Trucking their Snips of Prince-worn Taffeties</L>
<L>For whole pure Peeces of God-like durance:</L>
<L>But (&s;ee the Wit of Ju&s;tice!) though t' advance</L>
<L>Them&s;elves a-while by gourmandizing gains,</L>
<L>They neither Day nor Night &s;pare any pains,</L>
<L>But to Corpulentize ravenous Wembs</L>
<L><HI>Anthropophagize</HI> even <HI>Royal Stems;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vengeance</HI> at la&s;t doth <HI>Covetou&s;ne&s;s</HI> repay,</L>
<L>All <HI>Merchant-worms</HI> quite Breaking on <HI>Doom&s;day.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go to thy Monumental Home: 'tis our part</L>
<L>To attend Thee to thy Tombe; where each Heart</L>
<L>Entombing Thee our entombed Center,</L>
<L>We, New Monuments, 'mong&s;t the Old &s;hal enter</L>
<L>In doleful March, &s;lowly to &s;olemnize</L>
<L>Our bounden Loyaltie in free-flowing eyes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Stand there, like Cri&s;tal Cloud-pointing Pyramid</L>
<L>Carved by Angels for Great <HI>Brittains David,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Providences &s;econd Sweetheart:</HI> There, Stand</L>
<L>Dictator (of the fir&s;t word of Command)</L>
<L>To <HI>Englands</HI> Senators; who, to Her true,</L>
<L>Can (be&s;t knowing <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> and <HI>Senates</HI> due)</L>
<L>Dominion-debates make like <HI>That;</HI> unite;</L>
<L>Arm Hands abroad, not Heads at home to fight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Stand a <HI>Mirrour</HI> to <HI>Chri&s;tian</HI> Magi&s;trates,</L>
<L>A <HI>Terrour</HI> &s;tand to <HI>Popi&s;h</HI> Potentates:</L>
<L>Stand an <HI>Honour</HI> to Seventh <HI>Henry</HI>'s Pile,</L>
<L>An <HI>Horrour</HI> to <HI>Enemies</HI> of This <HI>I&s;le:</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Stand, in thy fair <HI>Effigies,</HI> erect,</L>
<L>Admired <HI>Center</HI> of all Eyes: Reflect</L>
<L>The Royal rayes of thy Maje&s;tick form</L>
<L>Calmly on thy Spectators; let no &s;torm</L>
<L>Intwi&s;t thy Brow at an approaching Foe,</L>
<L>But &s;eeing Thee he will a Convert goe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go CROMVVELL then, Down to the <HI>Abbey</HI> goe,</L>
<L>Down to thy Mother <HI>Earth:</HI> From Heaven know</L>
<L>Honour keeps pace with Thee, unto thy Tombe;</L>
<L>Nor will it there for&s;ake Thee (as with &s;ome)</L>
<L>And back go with the Heralds: but fairly</L>
<L>Hovering o're Thee, out of thy memory</L>
<L>Brood numberle&s;s <HI>Protectors</HI> to this <HI>I&s;le,</HI></L>
<L>Who &s;hall make <HI>Babylon</HI> frown, and <HI>Syon</HI> &s;mile.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>VVorlds chief General,</HI> march to thy long Home,</L>
<L>March on thy Brave <HI>Her&s;e</HI> to the <HI>worlds</HI> chief Tombe;</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Elias</HI>-Soul long &s;ince march'd away,</L>
<L>The Mantle falling on our <HI>Eli&s;ha:</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Souls</HI> march upwards was, thy <HI>Corps</HI> march down;</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Soul</HI> hath free Reward, <HI>Corps</HI> due Renown;</L>
<L>The Angels <HI>Treble-Anthem</HI> That &s;inging is,</L>
<L><HI>Adam</HI>'s Heavy Slumber deba&s;ing This;</L>
<L>But This to That &s;hall ri&s;e, That welcome This;</L>
<L>Prerogative and Priviledge joyn in bli&s;s:</L>
<L>March, March away; March down to thy long Home,</L>
<L>Millions of Mourners &s;igh to &s;ee Thee come.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ye pretty chirping <HI>Chori&s;ters</HI> of th' Air,</L>
<L>Warbling wilde <HI>Elegies,</HI> nimbly repair</L>
<L>To His <HI>Chariot:</HI> there, Melody-&s;pent, die,</L>
<L>Out-doing Art in Natures Poetrie:</L>
<L>But yet hold out, 'till ye have &s;ung Him home,</L>
<L>To pick Him, out your Feather-beds, one of Downe.</L>
<L>Great Grandmother of walking Worms, grave <HI>Earth,</HI></L>
<L>Our Dry Eyes may portend de&s;erved Dearth;</L>
<L>Admit our Plea, Only light Sorrows whine,</L>
<L>The Grandeur of our Groans does &s;urmount thine:</L>
<L>But <HI>Dame,</HI> &mdash;le&s;t You gravell'd with groans, falter,</L>
<L>All-a-row, Souldiers, row Him home by Water.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Phoenix of Princes</HI> Fame doth <HI>OLIVER</HI> own,</L>
<L>And prophecy'ng thus, or'e the World's now flown;</L>
<L>An <HI>Angels</HI> Quill dipt in <HI>Babylons</HI> Blood</L>
<L>Shall make My <HI>CROMVVELL</HI> fully under&s;tood:</L>
<L>Till then (<HI>Mu&s;es, Rhet'rick,</HI> &s;hortning thy rate)</L>
<L><HI>OLIVER</HI>'s own Acts <HI>CROMVVELL</HI> be&s;t celebrate.</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>THE EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>STay, <HI>Pilgrim,</HI> Stay; Tread gently; Mourn a while</L>
<L>O're that re&s;ts under, Th' Honour of this, I&s;le:</L>
<L><HI>Englands PROTECTOR,</HI> Victorious <HI>OLIVER:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Europe</HI>'s Arbitrator: The World's Wonder:</L>
<L>The <HI>Nine Worthies</HI> grace-chymickt Quinte&s;&s;ence:</L>
<L>Diamond of Saints: Darling of Providence:</L>
<L><HI>Amboyna</HI>'s Blood-&s;hed's Cure: A Pearl i'th' Eye</L>
<L>Of <HI>Romes, Spaines,</HI> Univer&s;al Monarchie:</L>
<L>Who broke the <HI>Iri&s;h</HI>-Harp: the <HI>Welch</HI> new-&s;trung:</L>
<L>Refin'd Parliaments: did old <HI>Scots</HI> new-dung:</L>
<L>Was wi&s;e Servant: a religious Ma&s;ter:</L>
<L>Provident Parent: Bounteous Lord: no Wa&s;ter:</L>
<L>Captives Ran&s;omer: poor <HI>Pilgrims</HI> Patrone:</L>
<L>Champion 'gain&s;t Gods Foes, Chaplain to his owne,</L>
<L>Ha&s;t, <HI>Pilgrim,</HI> Ha&s;t; Trip nimbly hence, Be gone:</L>
<L>Le&s;t free in Tears Thou freez into a Stone.</L>
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<P>To be &s;old by <HI>I&s;aac Pridmore</HI> at the <HI>Golden Falcon</HI> near the <HI>New-Exchange.</HI> 1658.</P>
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