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<DIV1 TYPE="elegy">
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<HEAD>AN ELEGIE</HEAD>
<P>In Memorie, and at the Interring of the Body of the mo&s;t famous and truely Noble Knight, Sir HENRIE MERVYN.</P>
<P>Paterne of all true Valour; Worth, and Arts, who departed this life the 30. of May, and lyes Interred at We&s;tmin&s;ter, Anno Do: 1646.</P>
<LG>
<L>With wondring <HI>raptures,</HI> darting at the <HI>ayre</HI></L>
<L>Much griefe and angui&s;h, &s;adne&s;&s;e and di&s;paire,</L>
<L>With <HI>mournings, <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">u&s;ings, madne&s;&s;e,</HI> and a mind</L>
<L>Ca&s;t downe &s;o low, <HI>di&s;con&s;olate, combin'd,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With cruell thoughts, to teare the <HI>Stars,</HI> and &s;trive</L>
<L>To plucke the <HI>Planets;</HI> who by power deprive</L>
<L>Tho&s;e admir'd <HI>Spirits,</HI> &s;o in&s;pir'd with worth.</L>
<L>And <HI>rob</HI> tho&s;e rare <HI>Excellencies</HI> of earth;</L>
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<LG>
<L>What <HI>fatall planet;</HI> placed in the Skye</L>
<L>Dur&s;t thus <HI>tryumph?</HI> What cruell <HI>de&s;tinie</HI></L>
<L>Dur&s;t dare to <HI>meddle,</HI> or mole&s;t thy <HI>Spirit,</HI></L>
<L>Which did all Vertues to the full inherit?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The rare&s;t <HI>Modell</HI> of admired Parts,</L>
<L>Pure quinte&s;ence, of exqui&s;ite de&s;erts,</L>
<L>So <HI>Singular,</HI> no <HI>Second</HI> could admit,</L>
<L>The very e&s;&s;ence of all <HI>acute</HI> wit.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The <HI>Empha&s;is</HI> of ev'ry prai&s;e we read,</L>
<L>And Source from whence all knowledge did proceed,</L>
<L>The life of <HI>learning</HI> and a light to all</L>
<L>That liv'd, or had their being on this <HI>Ball.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Nature</HI> is nothing, if it hath not <HI>Art;</HI></L>
<L>But it in <HI>thee,</HI> perfection did impart</L>
<L>In &s;uch <HI>abundance,</HI> that I doe believe</L>
<L><HI>Art,</HI> here, by <HI>nature,</HI> was &s;uperlative,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy thoughts were &s;uch: they <HI>&s;oar'd</HI> on <HI>&s;acred</HI> wing<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L><HI>&V;nlimited,</HI> to <HI>Sublunary</HI> things,</L>
<L>Were all &s;ubleame, or at the lea&s;t too high,</L>
<L>for u&s;uall <HI>Spirits,</HI> Mens Capacity;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Throughout all <HI>Nations, Notable</HI> for Fame,</L>
<L>Who&s;e worth, all after ages &s;hall procleame,</L>
<L>Who &s;corn'd the honors of this pre&s;ent age,</L>
<L>Nor found it fit, thy vertues to, ingage</L>
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<LG>
<L>With &s;uch as &s;trove, in State to be extol'd,</L>
<L>Or wrapt by <HI>favour,</HI> in a new fram'd <HI>Mould,</HI></L>
<L>Let all the <HI>Mu&s;es, mourne</HI> in <HI>&s;able Coats,</HI></L>
<L>Heav'ns <HI>Quiri&s;ters,</HI> &s;ing <HI>Melancholyk</HI> notes;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let all the <HI>Arts,</HI> both <HI>Morall,</HI> and <HI>Divine,</HI></L>
<L>All <HI>Curious Poets,</HI> add one mournfull line</L>
<L>To &s;hew their <HI>love,</HI> our lo&s;&s;e, and let them <HI>pen</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>highe&s;t prai&s;e, appropriate</HI> to men,</L>
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<L>And yeeld them all; as <HI>attributes</HI> mo&s;t <HI>due,</HI></L>
<L>To doe him <HI>honour,</HI> and againe <HI>renue</HI></L>
<L>Their <HI>Ver&s;e</HI> once more; and write upon his <HI>Che&s;t.</HI></L>
<L>The quicke&s;t <HI>Wit,</HI> the <HI>rare&s;t mind,</HI> the <HI>be&s;t.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Dame Natur's darling,</HI> &s;ingular in skill,</L>
<L>Of all the <HI>arts,</HI> and <HI>&s;ciences,</HI> no quill</L>
<L>Can <HI>Comprehend, Contrive,</HI> or Calculate,</L>
<L>His true <HI>de-merits;</HI> nor can <HI>Elevate.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>His Worth; nor yet <HI>Apelles Coloured art,</HI></L>
<L>Nor <HI>Zeuxes pencill,</HI> if alive, impart</L>
<L>His <HI>prudence,</HI> and his pregn<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">nt <HI>Eloquence,</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>practice, rare performance,</HI> Eminence,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor yet his outwards, objects of our Eye,</L>
<L>None could at all, draw to the life; but lye</L>
<L>And let them be, but as they are the ayme,</L>
<L>To figure forth, things &s;ignity'd by them;</L>
<L>Nor hath he left, behind, one &s;o expert,</L>
<L>Upon the <HI>Stage;</HI> equall to play his part,</L>
<L>Yet all the&s;e could not, add one houres increa&s;e</L>
<L>Vnto his time, you &s;ee all fle&s;h is graffe.</L>
<L>No u&s;uall <HI>quill</HI> could draw &s;o rare a &s;hape,</L>
<L>The be&s;t <HI>Experience,</HI> could not well e&s;cape,</L>
<L>But it mu&s;t <HI>erre,</HI> nor none can draw his mind</L>
<L>No more then they, Can fathom up wind.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Wherefore in &s;ilence, I mu&s;t <HI>cea&s;e,</HI> and <HI>wonder,</HI></L>
<L>So thou may'&s;t &s;tay, &s;wift pa&s;&s;enger, and <HI>ponder:</HI></L>
<L>What <HI>Peece</HI> of <HI>Earth,</HI> lyes here <HI>Intemb'd,</HI> and then</L>
<L>Goe tell that <HI>Mervin, was the prai&s;e of Men.</HI></L>
</LG>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>SIR HENRIE MERVIN; <HI>Anagram.</HI> My hit's e'er in he'ven, <HI>Anagram.</HI> Here in my Urne:</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>My hit's ever in he'ven, then doe not mourne.</L>
<L>There re&s;ts my &s;oule; my earth; Here <HI>in my &V;rne. Anagram.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Here in my &V;rne,</HI> in &s;ecret where J lye,</L>
<L>Confin'd by <HI>fate,</HI> or humane <HI>de&s;tinie.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Fame</HI> pa&s;&s;ing hence; &s;trooke in a <HI>Maze,</HI> &s;tood <HI>dombe,</HI></L>
<L>And writ the&s;e words, vpon my painted <HI>Tomb</HI></L>
<L>With &s;ighes, and teares, and Sacrifized Groanes,</L>
<L>And left them all, as witne&s;&s;es at once</L>
<L>For to be view'd who having tribute pay'd,</L>
<L>Straight vani&s;ht quite; <HI>the&s;e were the words were &s;aid,</HI></L>
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<HEAD>Epitaph.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>Mervyn</HI> the <HI>Modell morall</HI> and <HI>divine,</HI></L>
<L>Of all that <HI>Natur's</HI> knowledge could combine,</L>
<L>Lyes here, but yet for all of this Conceive</L>
<L>His <HI>boundle&s;&s;e worth,</HI> Could not come to the <HI>Grave</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>lives;</HI> and &s;till, &s;o long as <HI>time</HI> doth la&s;t,</L>
<L>His <HI>fame</HI> (&s;hall far, exceed the <HI>Worthye&s;t.</HI></L>
<L>Who in a word, proves truly &s;uch a <HI>Theame</HI></L>
<L>That you may read <HI>Minerva</HI> in his <HI>Name.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>To the I&s;land of England, and the Vniver&s;all Ocean.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O <HI>Engli&s;h I&s;land,</HI> hence forbeare to <HI>boa&s;t:</HI></L>
<L>You boundle&s;&s;e <HI>Oceans,</HI> which &s;urround its Coa&s;t,</L>
<L>Di&s;clo&s;e your &s;ecrets: neither &s;well with pride,</L>
<L>Since <HI>Mervyn</HI> now, the <HI>Marinors</HI> be&s;t guide,</L>
<L>Is gone; for if, thy &s;tormy Waves ari&s;e,</L>
<L>No <HI>Art,</HI> nor <HI>Skill,</HI> can <HI>Chri&s;tendome</HI> devi&s;e</L>
<L>To compa&s;&s;e &s;afely; he, was onely <HI>hee,</HI></L>
<L>Who could <HI>tryumph,</HI> and in thy deepe did &s;ee</L>
<L>Tho&s;e hidden dangers, which devour'd a world,</L>
<L>For want of knowledge, and were headlong hurld,</L>
<L>Beyond their bounds; but O! What <HI>Trophees</HI> can</L>
<L>Be then Created: for &s;o rare a Man?</L>
<L>No; none at all; but &s;uch as may &s;eeme <HI>Odd,</HI></L>
<L>And mu&s;t be made: by <HI>Neptun</HI> who's a <HI>God.</HI></L>
<L>And that is this; the sky's &s;hall change their kind</L>
<L>Into a Curtaine; and con&s;train the Wind</L>
<L>To &s;tay; and henceforth never more &s;hall blow,</L>
<L>But be a &s;ub&s;tance, and no ayrie &s;how</L>
<L>Shall thence proceed; but &s;hall as Emblem's flye</L>
<L>Gaiz'd on, and wondred at, with mortals eye:</L>
<L>As &s;ignes of honour; and &s;hall &s;o remaine,</L>
<L>Till Mervyn be, rais'd from <HI>the du&s;t</HI> againe.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<LG>
<L>HENRIE MERVYN. <HI>Anag.</HI> Renue my hire.</L>
<L>HENRIE MERVYN. <HI>Anag.</HI> Merry in he'ven.</L>
<L>Dy&s;tichon <HI>Renue my hire;</HI> and make me one of them</L>
<L>That's Merry in he'ven, 'tis all whereat I ayme.</L>
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<HEAD>Eccro&s;tick.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>H</HI>ere, learnings Compend, <HI>M</HI>iracolous in <HI>Arts</HI></L>
<L><HI>E</HI>&s;trang'd doth lye; (<HI>E</HI>ndow'd with divyne Parts)</L>
<L><HI>N</HI>o more to more, <HI>R</HI>emoved from our Spheare,</L>
<L><HI>R</HI>emaines above, <HI>&V;</HI>n&s;taind, in &s;potle&s;&s;e Ayre,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI>u&s;t and <HI>ingenuous Y</HI>et he mu&s;t Submit,</L>
<L><HI>E</HI>ven unto <HI>death, N</HI>othing can Conquer it</L>
<L>But his <HI>perfection,</HI> who made him perfit,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Mervyn</HI> liv's, with <HI>Angels, in Delight.</HI></L>
</LG>
<BYLINE>By W: MERCER.</BYLINE>
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<P>London, Printed by Jane Coe, 1646.</P>
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