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<P>A SAD MEMORIALI. OF HENRY CVRWEN ESQUIRE, THE MOST WORTHY AND ONELY CHILD OF Sr PATRICIUS CURWEN Baronet of <HI>War|kington</HI> in <HI>Cum|berland.</HI></P>
<P>WHO WITH INFI|NITE SORROW OF all that knew him depar|ted this life <HI>Augu&s;t:</HI> 21. being Sunday: 1636.</P>
<P>IN THE FOURTEENTH yeare of his age; and lyes in|terred in the Church of <HI>Amer&s;ham</HI> in <HI>Buc|kingham &s;hire.</HI></P>
<P><HI>OXFORD</HI> Printed by W. TURNER. 1638.</P>
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<HEAD>TO MY HONORABLE FRIENDS Sr PATRICIUS CURWEN Baronet, and his ver|tuous LADY, peace and comfort.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Right Noble and R. Vertuous,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>_YOu were plea&s;ed to put into my hands a <HI>Jewell</HI> of great price, your onely Child, I received him with joy, I lo&s;t him with griefe. Vpon this paper I have &s;pent <HI>more teares than inke, &s;ighs than &s;entences:</HI> could my groanes have fetch'd him, the grave had yeelded him. But now, you and I mu&s;t learne, (God pro&s;per the
<PB REF="3">Le&s;&s;on) <HI>Wee mu&s;t goe to him, hee cannot returne to us:</HI> God hath ta|ken but his owne, and wee may not murmure; my love to the decea&s;ed, my devotedne&s;&s;e to You, hath drawne into view the &s;ub&s;tance of five houres medi|tation, and tho&s;e di&s;tracted with &s;orrows: as love hath compo&s;ed the&s;e lines, &s;o love, I tru&s;t, will &s;helter them: if I may doe any thing to You acceptable, to the memory of <HI>my Jewell</HI> friendly, that day in all my life &s;hall be accounted by me <HI>a great day;</HI> for no longer &s;hall I live, than I &s;hall al&s;o live</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Yours ever devoted to Your &s;ervice</HI> Ch. C.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>THE AVTHOR TO THE READER.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Gentle Reader,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>_THe&s;e papers have lien two years in <HI>Cumberland</HI> in a Manu|&s;cript, which privacie not &s;a|tisfying the great affection of Noble Parents towards their decea&s;ed Son, they are now come to thy view. The memory of the Gentleman (the mournfull &s;ubject) you will &s;oone perceive was worthy all conti|nuance: <HI>Achilles</HI> is yet remembred for <HI>Ho|mer;</HI> but if I Be thought on, <HI>it is for wor|thy CURWEN; Achilles</HI> for the excel|lencie of the writer, I of the &s;ubject: for I freely acknowledge, the Penman will de&s;erve little of his Reader, but the Gentleman that is de&s;cribed, <HI>all imitation. Fruere &amp; vale.</HI></P>
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<Q><BIBL><HI>Iob. 14.2.</HI></BIBL>
<P>He commeth forth as a flower and is cut downe.</P></Q>
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<P>_HOly, but yet afflicted <HI>Iob,</HI> from the &s;ad meditation of mans fraile condition in generall, <HI>Man borne of a woman is of few daies, and full of trouble:</HI> and &s;harpe &s;en&s;e of his owne in particular, <HI>ver&s;e.</HI> 3. deprecates very earne&s;tly Gods judgements, doe&s;t thou open thine eye upon &s;uch a one, and bringe&s;t mee into judgement with thee? <HI>me a man of few dayes, me a flower, me a &s;hadow?</HI> wilt thou looke narrowly u|pon the actions of mortalls, &s;aith <HI>Pine|da,</HI> and trie them <HI>&s;ummo jure, in rigour?</HI>
<PB N="2" REF="5">wilt thou &s;et an appointed day for man to an&s;were thee as at a fearefull barre of judgement? wilt thou open thine all &s;eeing eyes to prye &s;everely into this creature? This manner of expre&s;&s;ion &s;peakes thus much, it cannot be, thou wilt not doe this thing. Thou wilt not condemne him that in poenitentiall &s;or|row judgeth him&s;elfe; nor afflict be|yond mea&s;ure &s;o weake a creature. but <HI>v.</HI> 6. thou wilt turne from him that hee may re&s;t, and accompli&s;h as a hireling his day.</P>
<P>In briefe <HI>Iob</HI> inferres from mans fraile|ty that he &s;tandeth in neede of the com|pa&s;&s;ion, indulgence, and tender mercies of his maker. A great part of frailty here bewailed, is mans tran&s;itory e&s;tate, and &s;ubjection unto death, <HI>man, and doluit, are couched in the &s;ame</HI> <GAP DESC="foreign">. &s;o long as he is man, he is in paine, hee weares away, which momentany condition, <HI>Iob</HI> ex|pre&s;&s;eth by re&s;emblances taken from <HI>a flower and a &s;hadow,</HI> the one withereth or
<PB N="3" REF="5">is cut downe; the other &s;uddenly pa&s;|&s;eth away. The one hath a <HI>&s;hort being,</HI> and the other is nothing.</P>
<P>This flower may &s;ignify either what|&s;oever is of eminency, &s;trength, vivaci|ty, comeline&s;&s;e in mans life, all which like <HI>Ionah</HI> his Gourd, is withered as &s;oone as growne up: or it may &s;ignifie the &s;pring, and flouri&s;hing time of mans age, his youth, which hath no more priviledge again&s;t death, then the gra&s;&s;e, and flower of the field hath, again&s;t the &s;ithe of the mower.</P>
<P>The flower to which the mo&s;t flou|ri&s;hing men are re&s;embled hath two properties here laid before us 1. <HI>to flou|ri&s;h,</HI> 2. <HI>to decay, or to be cut downe,</HI> it is thus with the flower, it is thus with all the glory of man, heare it and be in&s;tructed by it.</P>
<P>Fir&s;t, man is as a flower, it may be admitted in the growth, fragrancy, come|line&s;&s;e, beauty of a flower, youth hath much of this, <HI>and our ble&s;&s;ed friend depar|ted
<PB N="4" REF="6">had all of it</HI> God hath made of meane matter, of a little red earth an excellent fabrick; hee hath put <HI>miris modis,</HI> bloud into the veines, into the bones marrow, into the limmes proportion, into the lineaments comeline&s;&s;e, in the comple|xion beauty, into the handes &s;trength, the tongue plea&s;antne&s;&s;e, the eyes ma|je&s;ty, and the head capacity, that <HI>ex ve|nu&s;tate &amp; dignitate</HI> the beauty of man might be compleat. <GAP DESC="foreign">. <HI>Ba&s;il. in hexam. hom.</HI> 6.</P>
<P>Under&s;tand O man thine owne dig|nity, thou art earth by nature, yet the worke of divine handes; the worke of tho&s;e handes, that give the <HI>flower out of du&s;t, beauty out of a&s;hes.</HI></P>
<P>This beauty, this flouri&s;hing of the flower is not a meane favour, if any be lifted up for this gift, wee &s;ay with Saint <HI>Au&s;tin. lib.</HI> 15. <HI>d. c.d. c.</HI> 28. <HI>it is temporale, carnale, infimum bonum,</HI> yet let the mo|de&s;t know, let &s;uch as cannot heare of beauty without the beauty of a blu&s;h
<PB N="5" REF="6">know, it is <HI>bonum quid,</HI> and given <HI>bonis.</HI> God gave it to <HI>Rachel,</HI> and <HI>David</HI> and <HI>Io&s;eph.</HI> and <HI>Iob cap,</HI> 42. <HI>ver&s;e</HI> 15 it is &s;aid as a thing to be noted, none were found &s;o faire in all the land as the daughters of <HI>Iob,</HI> as tho&s;e daughters God gave him for a comfort and reward af|ter his patient abiding of &s;orrowes. Their beauty is mentioned, as commen|ding and &s;etting them forth unto po&s;te|rity, as mentioning a &s;olace to comfort tho&s;e eyes of <HI>Iob,</HI> that had &s;eene &s;o much evill and deformity in his owne fle&s;h, when <HI>c.</HI> 2.8. hee &s;craped him&s;elfe with a pot&s;heard, and &s;ate downe among the a&s;hes. Though his body was Leprous by the &s;troke of Satan, yet he lives to &s;ee the mo&s;t comely i&s;&s;ue of his loines, men|tioned in Scripture as a gift of Gods po|wer, and goodne&s;&s;e. The heathen God|de&s;&s;e not meanly did expre&s;&s;e her po|wer, and kindne&s;&s;e to her favorite to whom &s;hee would give a fit con&s;ort, <HI>&amp; pulchr&acirc; faciet te prole parentem,</HI> gifts
<PB N="6" REF="7">&s;hew the doner.</P>
<P>Beauty is called by <HI>Tertullian: foelicitas corporis,</HI> de cult. mulier. <HI>animae urbana ve|&s;tis,</HI> a holy dayes apparell, which even re&s;urrection will not dimini&s;h but aug|ment. But let us heare the&s;e things with Sobriety, and adde comline&s;&s;e of life, to that of body. Some reade <HI>Iob</HI> 42.15. for none &s;o faire, none were found <HI>&s;o good</HI> in all the land as the daughters of <HI>Iob,</HI> beauty is then compleat when it is joyned with vertue. <GAP DESC="foreign">, give mee to be faire in the inward things, Cl. <HI>Alex.</HI> out of <HI>Plato</HI> &s;trom: <HI>Lib.</HI> 1.269. and what&s;o|ever outward thinges I have, let them be helpfull to thinges within me. would any know when they have this beauty? goe to the looking gla&s;&s;e, the word of God, into which all of both &s;exes &s;hould looke more carefully for compo&s;ure of life, then the faire&s;t Bride doth for or|nament of body into the cleare&s;t Chri|&s;tall, and never &s;hould wee thinke our
<PB N="7" REF="7">&s;elves well dre&s;&s;ed but by direction <HI>of that undeceiving Gla&s;&s;e.</HI> But now when your beauty is truly amiable like <HI>Iob's</HI> daughters none <HI>&s;o good</HI> in the land, like <HI>Su&s;anna</HI> a very faire woman, and one that feared God. Yet &s;uch is Gods ordi|nance, and mans frailty, you mu&s;t wi|ther, you mu&s;t like the flower of the field be cut downe. <HI>Hebr.</HI> 9.27. it is appointed to all men once to dye, a de|cree is gone forth again&s;t the&s;e beauti|full flowers, &s;ome la&s;ted a long time, <HI>not the Oake now, as the flowers did once,</HI> I meane the Fathers before the floud; yet all came under <HI>Adams</HI> Epitaph <HI>Gen.</HI> 5.5. and he died, &s;o that no man now may pre&s;ume of a long life, no not when the flower is mo&s;t vernant, <HI>Eccle&s;.</HI> 14.12. remember that death will not be long a comming, but remember it without &s;adne&s;&s;e, <HI>eamus laeti &amp; agentes gratias. Cic. Tu&s;c.</HI> 1.</P>
<P>In the vulgar it is <HI>te&s;tamentum hujus mundi e&s;t, morte morietur,</HI> you have the
<PB N="8" REF="8">legacy <HI>Gen.</HI> 2. in the day thou eate&s;t ther|of <HI>morte morieris.</HI> And this is falne ha&s;ti|ly upon us, our birth is an entrance upon death, beauty is decayed, <HI>Libitina and Ve|nus</HI> were the &s;ame, <HI>e&acirc;dem De&acirc;ortibus &amp; interitibus prae&s;idente.</HI> Plutarch. Morall. wi&s;e men never put the remembrance of death farre off, <HI>Io&s;eph</HI> of <HI>Arimathea</HI> makes his Sepulchre in <HI>his health, and &s;trength, and in his garden amid&s;t his plea|&s;ures.</HI></P>
<P>The glory then of man mu&s;t goe in|to the du&s;t, and into a&s;hes, as the flower which is cut downe, nay as the flower which though not cut downe will wi|ther and decay. <HI>debemur morti, nos no&s;tra|que:</HI> not wee only that are a mouldring du&s;t, but our &s;tately hou&s;es, our curious workes, time will gnaw on them, and con&s;ume them, and us. Yet have we no|thing to complaine of; 1 Man is in the hands of his maker, as tenants at the will of the Lord, as money lent, <HI>Data e&s;t u&s;ura vita tanquam pecunia, nullo prae&s;ti|tuto
<PB N="9" REF="8">die. Tu&s;c.</HI> 1. <HI>Cic.</HI> life is given unto man as mony lent without nomination of day of payment, <HI>due in Law</HI> pre&s;ently, God hath his divine purpo&s;e in it. <HI>Si mors certae co~&s;tituta e&s;&s;et aetati fieret homo in&s;olenti&s;simus, &amp; humanitate omni careret. Lact. l.</HI> 1. <HI>c.</HI> 4. <HI>de opif. Dei.</HI> were death ap|pointed at a &s;et age, man would be mo&s;t in&s;olent, and voyd of all humanity, for that man who is &s;o forgetfull of him&s;elfe now, in this uncertainty, while hee may dye in <HI>hoc nunc,</HI> I while I am &s;peaking, you while you are hearing; O how unbrideled would man be if he had certaine a&s;&s;urance that he &s;hould not this 20.30.40.50 yeares be called to account, for thinges done in the body. 2 wee cannot complaine that dye wee mu&s;t, and &s;uddainly we may, every die|ing friend may &s;ay to us as dieing <HI>Calanus</HI> to <HI>Alex:</HI> then in health, and young, <HI>brevi te videbo.</HI> neither &s;hould it daunt us. <HI>Socrates triduo conce&s;&s;o primo bibit,</HI> having three dayes of death given
<PB N="10" REF="9">him, underwent it the fir&s;t, though his Con&s;olation in death was but philo&s;o|phicall, the <HI>Athenians</HI> have adjudged thee to dye, &amp; the~ nature: he replieth he knew not that through Chri&s;t withering is flouri&s;hing, death a pa&s;&s;age to life, that life that dieth no more, <HI>vita vobi&s;|cum e&s;t &amp; de morte &s;olliciti e&s;tis? Orig. tom.</HI> 2, <HI>p,</HI> 443. with you is life of angels, &amp; are you troubled at the cogitation of death? what is the cau&s;e &s;aith hee <HI>tom.</HI> 2. <HI>pag,</HI> 522, the mind of wi&s;e men, of old men, is hardly brought <HI>ut cedat na|turae legibus,</HI> this <HI>Hagar</HI> of feare mu&s;t be ca&s;t out, if &s;hee be immoderate &s;hee can|not be he ire with the child of the free woman, <HI>Hope of Salvation.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Ejus e&s;t mortem timere qui ad Chri&s;tum nolit ire, ejus e&s;t ad Christum nolle ire qui &s;e non credat cum Chri&s;to incipere regna|re. Cyprian. de mortalit. p,</HI> 341, it is for him to feare death, who would not goe to Chri&s;t, and it is for him to be unwil|ling to goe to Chri&s;t, who doth not be|leeve
<PB N="11" REF="9">that hee doth already begin to raigne with Chri&s;t. But &s;ome men hap|pily can re&s;olvedly dye, who cannot without great &s;orrow looke upon deaths &s;troke in their friendes, &s;uch as was our beloved here taken from us, for which lo&s;&s;e, I &s;ee your great heavine&s;&s;e, <HI>I feele my owne.</HI> The councell is good, <HI>Eccl.</HI> 22, 11, if wee could obey it, make litle weeping for the dead, hee is at re&s;t, &s;orne wee may, nay great mourning for &s;ome dead, <HI>Gen,</HI> 50, 10, at the thre&s;hing floure of <HI>Atad</HI> was a great and &s;ore la|mentation for <HI>Iacob,</HI> and from that &s;ore lamentation I will take my exhortation, that according to Saint <HI>Paul</HI> none do &s;orrow as men without hope <HI>v,</HI> 1. <HI>Io&s;eph</HI> mourning wept over his dead father, and ki&s;&s;ed him. <HI>Teares doe expre&s;&s;e &s;or|row, ki&s;&s;es comfort,</HI> wee mu&s;t mingle in our mourning, our <HI>Teares</HI> with <HI>Ki&s;&s;es,</HI> not as if Corporall pre&s;ence of dead friendes could &s;till be enjoyed. <HI>Abraham</HI> intreateth roome to bury his dead out
<PB N="12" REF="10">of his &s;ight, hee looked for no more of that content, but no doubt hee never cea&s;ed upon fit occa&s;ions to remember and delight in the manifold comforts once enjoyed: which pious remembran|ces are as &s;o many <HI>Ki&s;&s;es</HI> of pre&s;ent and beloved friendes, our ki&s;&s;es take not a|way our moderate teares, mourne wee may as &s;en&s;ible of our lo&s;&s;e, none have lo&s;t more, none may &s;orrow more then my &s;elfe: heare a litle of his per&s;on, and you will be very &s;en&s;ible of my &s;orrow.</P>
<P>This gentleman who&s;e Corps lieth before us, was the only, and mo&s;t ju&s;tly beloved child of Sir PATRICIUS CUR|WEN <HI>Baronet,</HI> and his vertuous Lady ISABELLA, of a mo&s;t auncient and noble family in <HI>Cumberland:</HI> the child I could perceive (for I looked throughly into him, and may be a competent reporter) was mode&s;tly &s;en&s;ible of <HI>birthes privi|ledge;</HI> &amp; knew (which much his elders forget) that of <HI>Cicero, nobilitas e&s;t nihil ali|ud qu&agrave;m cognita virtus,</HI> which po&s;terity
<PB N="13" REF="10">is to imitate, and <HI>perpetuate;</HI> otherwi&s;e <HI>Et genus, &amp; proavos, &amp; quae non &s;ecimus ip&s;i, vix ea no&s;tra voco.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Plutarch</HI> noteth of <HI>Ly&s;ander</HI> that he yeel|ded nothing to the po&s;terity of <HI>Hercules.</HI> unle&s;&s;e they did imitate the vertues of <HI>Hercules.</HI> and <HI>Cicero ad Quint. fratrem: vides ex ampli&s;simis familiis homines, qu&ograve;d &s;ine nervis &s;int tibi pares non e&s;se.</HI> you do &s;ee how men of very great families, are not equall to thee an up&s;tart, becau&s;e they have not other worth.</P>
<P>Come wee then to what was this gentlemans own, not borrowed fro~ his honourable <HI>progenitors,</HI> if you con&s;ider him in his bodily partes, he was <HI>a flowre, a Lilly,</HI> wee found it in his fragrancy, I would we had not found it in his <HI>withe|ring. gratior e&s;t pulchro veniens e corpore vir tus,</HI> &amp; &s;uch gracefullne&s;&s;e had he amo~g&s;t us, he adorned beauty with humility, and mode&s;ty, &amp; fortitude even <GAP DESC="foreign"> ap|peared in his tender yeares, who carried out a weake con&s;titution, with manly patience.</P>
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<P> As for his generall carriage and giftes of mind, O how beautifull was this <HI>Lil|ly!</HI> 1 for his piety to God, never did I &s;ee the age of 14 &s;o &s;ea&s;oned with piety &amp; devotion, &s;o free from all appearance of <HI>faction,</HI> or <HI>&s;uper&s;tition,</HI> the common rocks many doe now fall upon. This under God wee mu&s;t a&s;cribe to judi|cious, and carefull parents, who bred a &s;onne in very remote partes of this Kingdome, almo&s;t <HI>ultim&acirc; Thule,</HI> which for piety, and generous carriage, might be a patterne to the youth of our <HI>nation,</HI> certainly they were carefull to avoid that reproch, <HI>magna culpa Pelopis qui non erudierat filium. Cic. Tu&s;c.</HI> 1.</P>
<P>His delight was in Gods hou&s;e, where hee &s;ate as you noted, I doubt not, comely and with attention above the Condition of his yeares; he profited, as I had cau&s;e to ob&s;erve it, exceedingly; his fir&s;t mornings worke, in which I could di&s;cerne antecedent cu&s;tome, was prayer, and a portion of &s;cripture, which
<PB N="15" REF="11">he performed with manly and &s;erious attention, hee loved the <HI>Sunday</HI> and the <HI>Temple,</HI> and hee died on the <HI>Sunday,</HI> and almo&s;t in the <HI>Temple,</HI> having beene in reverend manner on that day at mor|ning and evening <HI>&s;olemnities in the Tem|ple.</HI> I cannot here omit how through Gods providence I walking in the fieldes with him the evening before, (as by rea&s;on of his weake body I mixed his &s;tudy with recreations) wee fell into above an houres communication, not as often wee did in rudiments of hu|mane learning, but our talke was then (&s;o God di&s;po&s;ed it) about many fun|damentall points of religion, and &s;ome polemicall; I found him &s;o apprehen|&s;ive of rea&s;on, &s;o delighting in truth ap|prehended, &s;o able to di&s;cerne a weake objection from a &s;trong, &s;o prompt to conceive an an&s;wer and give it &s;ome ad|dition of confirmation, <HI>that Apollonius looked not on his Cicero</HI> with more admi|ration and affection, then I on him. I
<PB N="16" REF="12">conjectured then, and by &s;ome other markes taken at other times, that &s;ome enemies to the truth had attempted him, but Trialls are confirmations, to the ju|dicious.</P>
<P>For his carriage towards man 1. for parents hee joyed at any mention of them, was obedient and Dutifull to|wardes them, his wi&s;hes were tender and pious for them, his &s;oule was able to di&s;cerne they affected really his good, his &s;pirit was captivated to their will, he thought no thing good for him, but what they directed; hee was more gui|ded by commandes of them <HI>ab&s;ent,</HI> then mo&s;t children are (and yet I know &s;ome good ones) by intreatings or threatnings of parents that are <HI>pre&s;ent.</HI></P>
<P>Hee well remembred the councell of <HI>Solomon Prov.</HI> 1, 8. my &s;onne heare the in&s;truction of thy father, and for&s;ake not the law of thy mother, &s;ome read <HI>dimi|ni&s;h not</HI> the Law of thy mother, and &s;o <HI>his life</HI> expounded it. 2 for parents of the
<PB N="17" REF="12">mind teachers, certainly hee divided his &s;oule betwixt the parents of the body and them, they gave him earne&s;t dire|ctions to &s;hew obedience to mee, as to them&s;elves, hee yeelded all obedience <HI>willingly,</HI> with <HI>love,</HI> hee was never u&s;u|ally out of the teachers &s;ociety, which children and vaine youth doth de&s;ire to &s;hun. So tractable hee was to all my waies, a frowne would deject him, a har&s;h or ha&s;ty word would <HI>melt him in|to teares,</HI> the man mu&s;t have beene very rough, &amp; mo&s;t indi&s;creet, that had u&s;ed Stripes, &s;owre di&s;cipline was not for him who never did in &s;o many mo~thes (you are pre&s;ent that know it) the thing <HI>vaine, light, or childi&s;h,</HI> and all this obedience was mixt as I &s;aid with love, the life of it If at any time cra&s;ine&s;&s;e and di&s;temper of body came upon him (good God how &s;hould I forget it!) he would &s;ay to &s;ervants tell them not, they grieve too much, I &s;hall quickly be well again, nay when the very &s;troke of death
<PB N="18" REF="13">came, he would have hid it from mee and my con&s;ort, but God &s;o di&s;po&s;ed wee were both at hand, in our armes this <HI>Lambe of God expired,</HI> and in his ve|ry di&s;&s;olution wee might perceive his griefe for our teares. 3. for his behaviour towards others, if among &s;uperiours, it was reverent, if equality, if inferiours with kindne&s;&s;e, and with dignity, for his literature and hopes therein, had his body beene &s;trong enough for the divi|ner part, he might have out-gone even the great de&s;ires and hopes of carefull parents; his memory was quick and would have beene tenacious, &s;uch was his diligence; his apprehen&s;ion cleare, his judgement &s;olid, his invention a|bove his yeares, &s;avouring of mans age, his &s;peech was di&s;creet, his ge&s;ture com|ly, his wit plea&s;ant, unoffen&s;ive, his pre|&s;ence delectable, and the lo&s;&s;e of him hath filled us with mourning, judge you what ble&s;&s;ed gifts were in him all cannot be &s;et before your view, and all
<PB N="19" REF="13">that I have &s;aid of this noble gentle|man, I have &s;poke it, and &s;o doe you re|ceive it, not as from an <HI>Oratours desk,</HI> but as from <HI>a &s;acred Pulpit.</HI></P>
<P>Touching his di&s;&s;olution I have not much to &s;ay, I would I had nothing, I wi&s;h that in maturity of his age hee might have clo&s;ed the&s;e eyes of mine, that I might have been &s;o happy to have &s;eene &s;ome of <HI>the glorious actions</HI> of his great hopefulne&s;&s;e, His death was &s;ud|den. <HI>Iulius Ce&s;ar</HI> de&s;ired &s;uch a one, were it that even great &s;pirits are too weake to looke the prepared a&s;&s;ault of death in the face, or that warre, in which he de|lighted, was likely to give him no other death, &s;o that he would &s;eeme to turne a nece&s;&s;ity into a choyce, let him judge that hath lea&s;ure. The &s;udden fatall &s;troke came from an apo&s;teme ingen|dered about the heart (as the mo&s;t lear|ned in Phy&s;icke were of opinion) which not po&s;&s;ibly finding pa&s;&s;age, &s;oone drowned that vitall and noble
<PB N="20" REF="14">part, quickly taking, &s;en&s;e, life, motion, from <HI>this Lambe of God,</HI> by which wee are in <HI>griefe,</HI> he in glory.</P>
<P>But &s;ome may demand, why hath &s;o much been &s;poken of a <HI>youth of</HI> 14. <HI>years,</HI> a child of <HI>Adam?</HI> I doe not willingly ex|ceede in this kind, <HI>Cicero</HI> noteth 2. <HI>de le|gibus: po&s;tquam &s;u mtuo&s;a fieri funera et la|mentabilia coepi&s;&s;ent, Solonis lege &s;ublata &s;unt.</HI></P>
<P>But a wi&s;er and greater Lawgiver then <HI>Solon</HI> doth warrant <HI>Funerall decencies,</HI> 2. <HI>Chron.</HI> 35.25. and <HI>Ieremiah</HI> lamented for <HI>Io&s;iah,</HI> and all the &s;inging men, and &s;inging women &s;pake of <HI>Io&s;iah</HI> in their lamentations, &s;et out his excellent ver|tues: <HI>Anthems, Ver&s;es, Sermons,</HI> are fit meanes to honour, &amp; bewaile the death of Gods Saintes.</P>
<P>And for this gentleman, who&s;oever knew his ornaments of grace and na|ture as I did, will rather wonder how in &s;o large an argument I could &s;peake &s;o litle, <HI>inopem me copia fecit.</HI> why is &s;o much
<PB N="21" REF="14">&s;poken? 1. that we may know the good|ne&s;&s;e of God towards a child of <HI>Adam,</HI> we are all conceived in &s;inne, wee are by nature children of wrath, <HI>omnis homo in patre &amp; matre pollutus e&s;t. Orig. tom.</HI> 2.164. and the mercy is mo&s;t worthy our remembrance, this gentleman &s;hould arrive &s;o early, at &s;uch a height of grace. <HI>honori tempe&s;tivus, qui virtute matu|rus,</HI> let vertue have honour. 2 why &s;o much? it is to &s;tirre up young men to <HI>imitation,</HI> I hope God &s;ent this <HI>Flower</HI> out of the <HI>North</HI> for that purpo&s;e, they will leave childhood, and vanity, they will certainly aime at &s;uch perfections as youth is evidently capable of. children &s;ang <HI>Ho&s;anna</HI> unto Chri&s;t, <HI>Timothy</HI> is commended from a child, among&s;t mo|rall men <HI>Alexander the great, Hannibal, Scipio, Augustus Cae&s;ar,</HI> atcheived great thinges; <GAP DESC="foreign">, it is an age in which wee may doe <HI>all things.</HI></P>
<P N="3">3. why &s;o much? to admoni&s;h parents
<PB N="22" REF="15">that they make impre&s;&s;ions of vertue in their children in youth, when it will &s;tick longe&s;t, <HI>argill&acirc; quidvis imitaberis u|d&acirc;,</HI> never &s;ay, O willingly deluded pa|rents, your children have time enough, they are yong enough. <HI>Qui non e&s;t hodie cras minus aptus erit:</HI> you will find it to your great griefe, whe~ it will be too late to redre&s;&s;e it. I am not &s;o unrea&s;onable or &s;owre, that I would advi&s;e any, to o|vercharge a child, or prejudice health, of which in this &s;ickly gentleman I was mo&s;t tender, but when you have the happy opportunities of youth, &s;trength, capacity, u&s;e the time, trifle it not away. <HI>magni refert</HI> &s;aith <HI>Era&s;mus praefat in opera Orig. ubi na&s;caris,</HI> in <HI>Turkey</HI> or in Chri|&s;tendome, <HI>magis &agrave; quibus</HI> of ill natures or good, <HI>maxim&egrave; &agrave; quibus in&s;tituaris,</HI> that makes the man.</P>
<P N="4">4. why &s;o much? to aba&s;h elder ones that in thrice his age have not expre&s;&s;ed halfe his vertues: <HI>ju ventutem tuam nemo de&s;piciat, S Cyprian</HI> excellently paraphra|&s;eth,
<PB N="23" REF="15"><HI>mult&ograve; minus &s;enectutem,</HI> the Poet ex|pre&s;&s;eth it though to an ill purpo&s;e <HI>jura &s;enes norint, &amp; quid liceatque nefa&s;que,</HI> it &s;hould be &s;o.</P>
<P N="5">5 why &s;o much? to &s;ee our lo&s;&s;e, <HI>Cumber|lands</HI> lo&s;&s;e, the righteous peri&s;h no man regards it; the&s;e are heavy &s;trokes to a people, when God takes away noble and hopefull youth; what an example, what a comfort, what a patriot, might this gentleman have beene in his coun|try, what might they not have hoped in him? But he is gone, <HI>ergo Quintilium per|petuus &s;opor urget!</HI> it is the Lords doing, it is wonderfull, it is &s;evere in our eyes; yet dare we not &s;ay why ha&s;t thou done this, rather with <HI>Iob,</HI> the Lord hath gi|ven, and the Lord hath taken away, ble&s;|&s;ed be the name the Lord, as the Lord will &s;o commeth it to pa&s;&s;e. This is a hard le&s;&s;on to learne, to me as hard as to any, but he that gave it to us in his word, of his mercy write it in our heartes by his &s;pirit. To God the father, god the &s;on. &amp;c.</P>
<P><HI>Laus &s;oli Deo.</HI></P>
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<P>The body was borne to the buriall by gentlemen that wayted on the young nobles.</P>
<P>The two former corners of the &s;heete were borne <HI>viz.</HI> by
<LIST>
<ITEM>M^r <HI>George Mountague</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>M^r <HI>Sidney Mountague</HI></ITEM>
</LIST> &s;onnes of the right hon. <HI>Hen.</HI> E. of <HI>Manch.</HI> L. privy &s;eale.</P>
<P>The two hinder corners by
<LIST>
<ITEM>M. <HI>George Berkley</HI> &s;on of <HI>G.</HI> Lord <HI>B.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>M. <HI>VVilliam Bridges</HI> &s;on of the Lord <HI>Chandos</HI> decea&s;ed.</ITEM>
</LIST></P>
<P>The following ver&s;es were upon the hear&s;e.
<LIST>
<ITEM>Friends accompanying the body to C. <HI>Hennage Proby</HI> E&s;quire. High Shriffe of <HI>Buckingham&s;hire.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>S. <HI>David VVatkins</HI> Knight with their Ladies.</ITEM>
<ITEM>S. <HI>Thomas Sanders</HI> Knight with their Ladies.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>VVilliam Drake</HI> E&s;quire.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Henry Ha&s;tings</HI> E&s;quire.</ITEM>
</LIST> with Gentlemen and gentlewomen of quality.</P>
<DIV2 TYPE="poems">
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<HEAD>IN EXIMIAE VIRTVTIS Adole&s;centulum HENRICUM CURWEN Armig:
<NOTE PLACE="marg">obiit <HI>Aug.</HI> 21. 1636. <HI>die &s;olis.</HI></NOTE> Domini Patricii CURWEN Baro|netti filium unigenitum vario|rum Tumuli.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>I&s;te dies &s;olis &s;ocio mala funera praebens</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nigro &s;criptus erit qui fuit ant&egrave; rubro.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Fata tamen &s;celus e&s;t nimi&ugrave;m deflere Sodalis,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ille etenim coeli culmina &s;ancta petit.</HI></L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>George Mountague. <HI>aetat.</HI> 13. <HI>fil. illu&s;t. comitis</HI> Manche&s;triae.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Pa&s;&s;er qui matrem latis ami&s;it in agris</HI></L>
<L><HI>Quaerit ubique cibum, &s;ed cibus omnis abe&s;t.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pipilat inca&s;&s;um, mater fit &s;urda vocanti,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Clamitat ut veniat, non tamen illa venit:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sic te dum quaero querulis ululatibus aether</HI></L>
<L><HI>Impletur, &s;ed te non reperire queo:</HI></L>
<L><HI>A&s;t ubi te quaeram toto defe&s;&s;us in orbe,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Scandi&s;ti coelum regna beata Dei.</HI></L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Grego. Norton <HI>Baronetti fil. nat. max. aetat.</HI> 14.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Heu quid agam tri&s;tis, &s;ummus dolor o&s;sibus haeret,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cor dolet, a nobis no&s;ter amicus abe&s;t.</HI></L>
<L><HI>I&s;ta dies memoranda mihi e&s;t qu&acirc;, chare Sodalis,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Horrendo gladio mors tibi membra ferit.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Occupat o&s;&s;a dolor, &s;timulant praecordia cura</HI></L>
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<L><HI>&amp; no&s;tris lachrymis arida terra madet.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Heu perii! no&s;trum non e&s;t reparabile damnum.</HI></L>
<L><HI>non bona, non nummus, charus amicus abe&s;t.</HI></L>
<L><HI>O utinam po&s;&s;em precibus tibi reddere vitam,</HI></L>
<L><HI>la&s;&s;arem precibus, nocte dieque deum.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sed quid me macero? quid corda doloribus ango?</HI></L>
<L><HI>namque animam coelum, terraque corpus habet.</HI></L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Johannnes Trevour <HI>equitis aurati fil. nat. max. aetat.</HI> 12.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How is that morning flower &s;o fre&s;hly blowen,</L>
<L>Toucht with an envious breath, &amp; breathle&s;s thrown!</L>
<L>Tho&s;e limmes like <HI>Parian</HI> marble curious fram'd,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e eyes like gemmes it'h &s;ilver orbe inflam'd,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e comely locks re&s;embling <HI>Phoebus</HI> haire</L>
<L>Tho&s;e fingers which with <HI>Bacchus</HI> might compare,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e lovely lookes as had yee blu&s;hing grace,</L>
<L>Ladyes, you would but wi&s;h for &s;uch a face.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e all &amp; better parts which lay within</L>
<L>Have paied deaths obligation made by &s;in.</L>
<L>Du&s;t wee are all, to du&s;t we mu&s;t returne,</L>
<L>But ri&s;e wee &s;hall again; then cea&s;e to mourne</L>
<L>Do not exceede as tho&s;e that quenched have</L>
<L>All joy with teares, and &s;unk all hope in grave.</L>
<L>Yet mourne, le&s;t whil&s;t you too &s;trong hearted prove</L>
<L>Men Cen&s;ure you for wanting love.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Guil. Short</HI> Art. Magi&s;t.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Si pia pro vestr&acirc; valui&s;&s;ent vota &s;alute</HI></L>
<L><HI>chara patri &s;oboles, charior ip&s;a Deo;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tuque tu&acirc; vit&acirc;, nos te potiremur amate</HI></L>
<L>Curwen, <HI>boec nobis invida fata negant.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nec tua te virtus, genus, ars,, pieta&s;ne colenda</HI></L>
<L><HI>aetas, nec facies, pellere morte pote&s;t.</HI></L>
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<L><HI>Sed tam rara fides, &amp; cultus numinis alti,</HI></L>
<L><HI>advexit citi&ugrave;s &s;edibus Eli&s;iis.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Po&s;tquam luminibus vidi te morte peremptum</HI></L>
<L><HI>praeproper&acirc; &amp; tetigi pollida membra manu.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ob&s;tupui, flevi, mea vox et faucibus hae&s;it,</HI></L>
<L><HI>attonitu&s;&abque; &s;teti, morte recente tui.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Attamen ut &s;en&s;i divina particulam aurae</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tempore festino &s;candere templa poli,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tum laetus dixi, tua &s;ors coele&s;te, quid optem</HI></L>
<L><HI>qu&agrave;m tecum ut celebrem numina &s;acra Dei?</HI></L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Joh. Richard&s;on <HI>Art. Magi&s;t.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So drops the blooming ro&s;e, &s;o fades</L>
<L>The lilly in unwelcome &s;hades.</L>
<L>No want of &s;prightly juyce, cleare aire,</L>
<L>T'in large the &s;weet, to deck the faire.</L>
<L>But &s;ecret venome clo&s;ely creepes,</L>
<L>To bla&s;t the heart whil'&s;t nature &s;leepes.</L>
<L>And as the worme which unde&s;cryed</L>
<L>Nipt <HI>Jonah's</HI> gourde, &s;o <HI>Curwen</HI> dyed.</L>
<L>Why thine elected &s;pirit &s;o &s;wift</L>
<L>Should quitt earths fabrick, &amp; make &s;hift</L>
<L>T'ore'top the Stars, thy &s;udden &s;tart</L>
<L>Workes admiration, and my heart</L>
<L>Led by thy trace concludes from hence</L>
<L>Heaven is thus caught by violence.</L>
<L>Nature invites, but grace denies</L>
<L>Thy longer pilgrimage, heaven e&s;pies</L>
<L>Thy rip'ned vertue, to which Station,</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Enochs</HI> life findes his tran&s;lation.</L>
<L>Thou'ha&s;t payed thy debt too &s;oone, whiles wee</L>
<L>Mu&s;t run on &s;core to follow thee.</L>
<L>Thou did&s;t more nobly then dull age,</L>
<L>Who feeles the &s;low pac'd <HI>Hecticks</HI> rage.</L>
<L>The Gowte, or Pal&s;y, yet out-lives</L>
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<L>The long wi&s;ht legacy he gives.</L>
<L>Thy &s;oule like elementall fire,</L>
<L>Mounts to it's &s;pheare, and thy de&s;ire</L>
<L>Out &s;trips thine ha&s;t; as if delay</L>
<L>Had &s;taid thee here beyond thy day.</L>
<L>Oh why &s;o &s;oone (deare Saint) oh heare</L>
<L>Thy Fathers groane, ob&s;erve the teare</L>
<L>Thy tender mother &s;heds, thy friend,</L>
<L>Who&s;e love admits and brookes no end</L>
<L>Of thy &s;ociety, envites</L>
<L>Thy longer day: but Heaven delights</L>
<L>Have rapt thine eagre &s;oule, whiles wee</L>
<L>Weepe to behold thine ob&s;equie.</L>
<L>Farewell brave &s;pirit, Ile not envy</L>
<L>Thy glory, he mu&s;t more then dye</L>
<L>That meanes to purcha&s;e heaven, thy dayes</L>
<L>Though &s;hort unparallell'd, wee prai&s;e</L>
<L>Thy patterne, he that lives like thee,</L>
<L>Can never dye too &s;uddenly.</L>
<L>There needes no Epitaph, thy name</L>
<L>Is thine owne marble, mode&s;t fame</L>
<L>Shall &s;ing this di&s;tich, here lies hee</L>
<L>Who&s;e fourteen &s;pake him &s;ixty three.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Stephen Axtill</HI> Bac. <HI>in Medic.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Heu nimium nimiumque patri jucundus ocellus</HI></L>
<L><HI>Eripitur, Parcae &s;ic mala pen&s;a volunt.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nec po&s;&s;unt flecti juvenili</HI> Tartara <HI>vultu,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rumpere &s;aevitiam nec probitatis amor.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Invida dic quae&s;o cur unguibus optima curvis</HI></L>
<L><HI>Carpere gavi&s;a es, gaudia no&s;tra mal&ugrave;m.</HI></L>
<L><HI>&V;ernantes quare &s;ecui&s;ti falcibus annos,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sub pedibus &s;ternens &s;pemque decu&s;&abque; patris?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ce&s;&s;andumque tibi quid ni violenta putabas</HI></L>
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<L><HI>&V;ulnere, namque gravi tota &s;epulta domus.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Re&s;pice quid damni nobis inimica tuli&s;ti.</HI></L>
<L><HI>W Vulnera nam patitur flebilis i&s;ta domus.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vix po&s;&s;unt animo luctum tolerare &s;odales,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Et moe&s;ti lacerant ungue rigente genas.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nec tales</HI> Niobe <HI>duxit de pectore que&s;tus,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vel</HI> Priamus, <HI>natus cum raperetur equis.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sis nimium licet vili contenta Sepulchro,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Haud erit vili fama repo&s;ta loco.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ingenium, probitas, aevo cantabitur omni,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Et quem non norunt, &s;ecla futura &s;cient.</HI></L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Paul Solomeaux <HI>Gallus Vandomien&s;is.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sweet &s;oule enjoy thy happy re&s;t</L>
<L>Prepar'd for thee, who&s;e harmele&s;&s;e bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Ne're harbour'd ill, but the di&s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>That &s;uddainly thy life did &s;eize.</L>
<L>So th'apple falls unperfected</L>
<L>By that which inwardly it bred:</L>
<L>What could be wi&s;ht to make compleat</L>
<L>Body &amp; mind in thee were heap't.</L>
<L>Such radiant vertues did appeare</L>
<L>In thy rich &s;oule, which made thee here</L>
<L>Shine like a Starre, and though but greene</L>
<L>In yeares, yet was there clearely &s;eene</L>
<L>In all thine actions &s;uch a grace,</L>
<L>As did proclaime thy birth and place,</L>
<L>To be the only hope and heire</L>
<L>Of noble parents; and a faire</L>
<L>Large fortune did no whit elate</L>
<L>Thy wi&s;er Genius, but to fate</L>
<L>Thou did&s;t &s;ubmit, to let us know,</L>
<L>Thou valued&s;t not the&s;e things below.</L>
<L>The&s;e could not tempt the, but away</L>
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<L>Thou ha&s;tes as if th'had&s;t knowne the day</L>
<L>Of thy &s;olution, being come</L>
<L>And &s;pent in meeke devotion,</L>
<L>With winged &s;peed thou did&s;t addre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>To meet that coward mercile&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Pale tyrant death, who in de&s;pight</L>
<L>Hath ravi&s;ht us of our delight.</L>
<L>Sleepe on &s;weet &s;oule, who&s;e every lim</L>
<L>Threatned to conquer death, and not death him.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>F. K.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Heu mors parce precor pauli&s;per, &s;urripis ip&s;um</HI></L>
<L><HI>E gremio puerum delitia&s;que patris.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Non Deus e&s;t aliquis fraenet qui ju&s;&s;a &s;ororum?</HI></L>
<L><HI>E&s;t, &s;ed parcarum jura dat ip&s;e Deus.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Re&s;tant grandaevi, multis optata fui&s;ti</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cura immaturo flore teratur hama.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vel mors tu timida es nimi&ugrave;m, aut con&s;ector</HI> Erynnis,</L>
<L><HI>Sternere nam plures non &s;olet illa &s;imul.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cum tu permultos &s;imul, &amp; tot tri&s;tia nobis</HI></L>
<L><HI>Volvas, qu&ograve; luct<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"> nunc Schola tota jacet.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rarius aut mitis nunquam, crudelia &s;i&s;te</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vulnera, &s;pem multam &s;u&s;tulit una dies.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Eludat nullos immunes morte juventus,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nam quae</HI> Curwenum <HI>&s;u&s;tulit, illa furit.</HI></L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>John. Hoare.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="dialogue">
<HEAD>A Dialogue.
<LIST>
<ITEM><HI>Pa&s;&s;enger.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Poet.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa&s;&s;enger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tell me I praye what doth this Marble clo&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Poet.</SPEAKER>
<L>A bud it is of a new blooming ro&s;e.</L>
<L>A ro&s;e that would &s;uch an odour infu&s;e,</L>
<PB N="31" REF="20">
<L>As to walke by none would refu&s;e.</L>
<L>A ro&s;e bereaft of &s;harpe and pricky thorne.</L>
<L>A ro&s;e as faire, as ever could be borne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa&s;&s;enger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why &s;o &s;oone cropt? why was it not let &s;tand,</L>
<L>To grace the re&s;t? who&s;e was the fatall hand</L>
<L>That did the fact!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Poet.</SPEAKER>
<L>A bla&s;t, a chilling bla&s;t,</L>
<L>Did nip it &s;o, though it &s;tood pretty fa&s;t.</L>
<L>And ere it could its full perfection &s;how</L>
<L>Mo&s;t ha&s;tily it was enforc'd to bowe.</L>
<L>O cruell wind, oh bla&s;t infortunate,</L>
<L>To bla&s;t that flower kept for to propagate:</L>
<L>None of the &s;tock is left, the branch decay,</L>
<L>Why did&s;t thou then gain&s;t it thy force a&s;&s;ay?</L>
<L>If thou mu&s;t rage, why do'&s;t thou not downe cru&s;h</L>
<L>Tho&s;e empty buds, that are not worth a ru&s;h?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa&s;&s;enger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lament no more, thy complaint &amp; thy moane</L>
<L>Is good for naught, for be it late or &s;oone</L>
<L>Both good and bad peri&s;h &amp; fall away,</L>
<L>For every man there is a certaine day.</L>
<L>Thou mu&s;t thy lot beare with a con&s;tant mind,</L>
<L>And yet not think the fates to thee unkind.</L>
<L>As for thy bud the &s;ent did recreate</L>
<L>Men here below, &s;o it will elevate</L>
<L>It &s;till on high, even to the heavens above,</L>
<L>Where mercy dwells, peace, charity, &amp; love.</L>
<L>And in the place wherein too &s;oone it fell</L>
<L>Perpetuate ever its mo&s;t plea&s;ing &s;mell</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Poet.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope it &s;hall, and ever from it ri&s;e</L>
<L>Nothing but Musk, or Myrrhe, or Ambergrie&s;e.</L>
<L>And let me now this Epitaph engrave</L>
<PB N="32" REF="21">
<L>In future times to &s;tand upon his Grave.</L>
</SP>
<LG>
<L>Hold off, I cannot pa&s;&s;e this hallowed &s;hrine.</L>
<L>Ere I have paid due tribute of my teares.</L>
<L>Nothing of Horrour's here, all is divine.</L>
<L>Rare melody enchaunt the li&s;tning eares</L>
<L>Yeelding &s;uch &s;weet content expell all teares;</L>
<L>Come nearer friend who in this dead of night</L>
<L>Vi&s;it's with me pale Tombes, &s;ee &s;ee this light,</L>
<L>Regard that voice, for mee no teares, no cryes.</L>
<L>Wa&s;t not thy pretious drops in vaine, thy eyes</L>
<L>Ere let be two alimbecks to di&s;till</L>
<L>Numbers of teares for thy owne pa&s;&s;ed ill.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Paul Solomeaux</HI> Gallus Vandomien&s;is.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
<PB REF="21">
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
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</EEBO>
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