IDENTILIN$$  F153AF1|Har|Mapletoft 1633|pp. 140-48|mf EWS 6-19-86
153.AF1.HE1  %1Obsequies to->on the Lord Harringtons brother. /To the Countesse of Bedford.%2 [T2v]
153.AF1.001  FAire soule, which wast, not onely, as all soules bee, [T2v]
153.AF1.002  Then when thou wast infused, harmony,
153.AF1.003  But did'st continue so; and now dost beare
153.AF1.004  A part in Gods great organ, this whole Spheare:
153.AF1.005  If looking up to God; or downe to us,
153.AF1.006  Thou finde that any way is pervious,
153.AF1.007  Twixt heav'n and earth, and that mans actions doe
153.AF1.008  Come to your knowledge, and affections too,
153.AF1.009  See, and with joy, mee to that good degree
153.AF1.010  Of goodnesse growne, that I can studie thee,
153.AF1.011  And, by these meditations refin'd,
153.AF1.012  Can unapparell and enlarge my minde,
153.AF1.013  And so can make by this soft extasie,
153.AF1.014  This place a map of heav'n, my selfe of thee.
153.AF1.015  Thou seest mee here at midnight, now all rest;
153.AF1.016  Times dead-low water; when all mindes devest
153.AF1.017  To morrows businesse, when the labourers have
153.AF1.018  Such rest in bed, that their last Church-yard grave,
153.AF1.019  Subject to change, will scarce be'a type of this,
153.AF1.020  Now when the clyent, whose last hearing is
153.AF1.021  To morrow, sleeps, when the condemned man,
153.AF1.022  (Who when hee opes his eyes, must shut them than
153.AF1.023  Againe by death,) although sad watch hee keepe,
153.AF1.024  Doth practice dying by a little sleepe, [CW:Thou]
153.AF1.025  Thou at this midnight seest mee, and as soone [T3]
153.AF1.026  As that Sunne rises to mee, midnight's noone,
153.AF1.027  All the world growes transparent, and I see
153.AF1.028  Through all, both Church and State, in seeing thee;
153.AF1.029  And I discerne by favour of this light,
153.AF1.030  My selfe, the hardest object of the sight.
153.AF1.031  God is the glasse; as thou when thou dost see
153.AF1.032  Him who sees all, seest all concerning thee,
153.AF1.033  So, yet unglorified, I comprehend
153.AF1.034  All, in these mirrors of thy wayes, and end;
153.AF1.035  Though God be our true glass, through which we see
153.AF1.036  All, since the beeing of all things is hee,
153.AF1.037  Yet are the trunkes which doe to us derive
153.AF1.038  Things, in proportion fit by perspective,
153.AF1.039  Deeds of good men, for by their living here,
153.AF1.040  Vertues, indeed remote, seeme to be nere;
153.AF1.041  But where can I affirme, or where arrest
153.AF1.042  My thoughts on his deeds? which shall I call best?
153.AF1.043  For fluid vertue cannot be look'd on,
153.AF1.044  Nor can endure a contemplation;
153.AF1.045  As bodies change, and as I do not weare
153.AF1.046  Those Spirits, humors, blood I did last yeare,
153.AF1.047  And, as if on a streame I fixe mine eye,
153.AF1.048  That drop, which I looked on, is presently
153.AF1.049  Pusht with more waters from my sight, and gone,
153.AF1.050  So in this sea of vertues, can no one
153.AF1.051  Bee'insisted on, vertues, as rivers, passe,
153.AF1.052  Yet still remaines that vertuous man there was;
153.AF1.053  And as if man feeds on mans flesh, and so
153.AF1.054  Part of his body to another owe, [CW:Yet]
153.AF1.055  Yet at the last two perfect bodies rise, [T3v]
153.AF1.056  Because God knowes where every Atome lyes;
153.AF1.057  So, if one knowledge were made of all those,
153.AF1.058  Who knew his minutes well, hee might dispose
153.AF1.059  His vertues into names, and ranks; but I
153.AF1.060  Should injure Nature, Vertue, and Destinie,
153.AF1.061  Should I divide and discontinue so,
153.AF1.062  Vertue, which did in one intirenesse grow.
153.AF1.063  For as, hee that would say, spirits are fram'd
153.AF1.064  Of all the purest parts that can be nam'd,
153.AF1.065  Honours not spirits halfe so much, as hee
153.AF1.066  Which sayes, they have no parts, but simple bee;
153.AF1.067  So is't of vertue; for a point and one
153.AF1.068  Are much entirer then a million.
153.AF1.069  And had Fate meant to have his vertues told,
153.AF1.070  It would have let him live to have beene old,
153.AF1.071  So then, that vertue in season, and then this,
153.AF1.072  We might have seene, and said, that now he is
153.AF1.073  Witty, now wise, now temperate, now just:
153.AF1.074  In good short lives, vertues are faine to thrust,
153.AF1.075  And to be sure betimes to get a place,
153.AF1.076  When they would exercise, lacke time, and space.
153.AF1.077  So was it in this person, forc'd to bee
153.AF1.078  For lack of time, his owne epitome.
153.AF1.079  So to exhibit in few yeares as much,
153.AF1.080  As all the long breath'd Chronicles can touch;
153.AF1.081  As when an Angell down from heav'n doth flye,
153.AF1.082  Our quick thought cannot keepe him company,
153.AF1.083  Wee cannot thinke, now hee is at the Sunne,
153.AF1.084  Now through the Moon, now he through th'aire doth \(run, [CW:Yet] 
153.AF1.085  Yet when he's come, we know he did repaire [T4]
153.AF1.086  To all twixt Heav'n and Earth, Sunne, Moon, and \(Aire.
153.AF1.087  And as this Angell in an instant, knowes,
153.AF1.088  And yet wee know, this sodaine knowledge growes
153.AF1.089  By quick amassing severall formes of things,
153.AF1.090  Which he successively to order brings;
153.AF1.091  When they, whose slow-pac'd lame thoughts cannot \(goe
153.AF1.092  So fast as hee, thinke that he doth not so;
153.AF1.093  Just as a perfect reader doth not dwell,
153.AF1.094  On every syllable, nor stay to spell,
153.AF1.095  Yet without doubt, hee doth distinctly see
153.AF1.096  And lay together every A, and B;
153.AF1.097  So, in short liv'd good men, is'not understood
153.AF1.098  Each severall vertue, but the compound good.
153.AF1.099  For, they all vertues paths in that pace tread,
153.AF1.100  As Angells goe, and know, and as men read.
153.AF1.101  O why should then these men, these lumps of Balme
153.AF1.102  Sent hither, the worlds tempest to becalme,
153.AF1.103  Before by deeds they are diffus'd and spred,
153.AF1.104  And so make us alive, themselves be dead?
153.AF1.105  O Soule, O circle, why so quickly bee
153.AF1.106  Thy ends, thy birth and death clos'd up in thee?
153.AF1.107  Since one foot of thy compasse still was plac'd
153.AF1.108  In heav'n, the other might securely'have pac'd
153.AF1.109  In the most large extent, through every path,
153.AF1.110  Which the whole world, or man, the abridgment \(hath.
153.AF1.111  Thou knowst, that though the tropique circles have
153.AF1.112  (Yea and those small ones which the Poles engrave,)
153.AF1.113  All the same roundnesse, evennesse, and all
153.AF1.114  The endlesnesse of the equinoctiall; [CW:Yet]miscatching
153.AF1.115  Yet, when we come to measure distances, [T4v]
153.AF1.116  How here, how there, the Sunne affected is,
153.AF1.117  When he doth faintly worke, and when prevaile,
153.AF1.118  Onely great circles, then, can be our scale:
153.AF1.119  So, though thy circle to thy selfe expresse
153.AF1.120  All, tending to thy endlesse happinesse,
153.AF1.121  And wee, by our good use of it may trye,
153.AF1.122  Both how to live well young, and how to die,
153.AF1.123  Yet, since we must be old, and age endures
153.AF1.124  His Torrid Zone at Court, and calentures
153.AF1.125  Of hot ambitions, irrelegions ice,
153.AF1.126  Zeales agues; and hydroptique avarice,
153.AF1.127  Infirmities which need the scale of truth,
153.AF1.128  As well, as lust and ignorance of youth;
153.AF1.129  Why did'st thou not for these give medicines too,
153.AF1.130  And by thy doing tell us what to doe?
153.AF1.131  Though as small pocket-clocks, whose every wheele
153.AF1.132  Doth each mismotion and distemper feele,
153.AF1.133  Whose %1hands%2 get shaking palsies, and whose %1string%2
153.AF1.134  (His sinewes) slackens, and whose %1Soule%2, the spring,
153.AF1.135  Expires, or languishes, whose pulse, the %1flye%2,
153.AF1.136  Either beates not, or beates unevenly,
153.AF1.137  Whose voice, the %1Bell%2, doth rattle, or grow dumbe,
153.AF1.138  Or idle,'as men, which to their last houres come,
153.AF1.139  If these clockes be not wound, or be wound still,
153.AF1.140  Or be not set, or set at every will;
153.AF1.141  So, youth is easiest to destruction,
153.AF1.142  If then wee follow all, or follow none;
153.AF1.143  Yet, as in great clocks, which in steeples chime,
153.AF1.144  Plac'd to informe whole towns, to'imploy their time, [CW:An]
153.AF1.145  An error doth more harme, being generall, [V1]
153.AF1.146  When, small clocks faults, only'on the wearer fall.
153.AF1.147  So worke the faults of age, on which the eye
153.AF1.148  Of children, servants, or the State relie.
153.AF1.149  Why wouldst not thou then, which hadst such a soule,
153.AF1.150  A clock so true, as might the Sunne controule,
153.AF1.151  And daily hadst from him, who gave it thee,
153.AF1.152  Instructions, such as it could never be
153.AF1.153  Disordered, stay here, as a generall
153.AF1.154  And great Sun-dyall, to have set us All?
153.AF1.155  O why wouldst thou be any instrument
153.AF1.156  To this unnaturall course, or why consent
153.AF1.157  To this, not miracle, but Prodigie,
153.AF1.158  That when the ebbs, longer then flowings be,
153.AF1.159  Vertue, whose flood did with thy youth begin,
153.AF1.160  Should so much faster ebb out, then flow in?
153.AF1.161  Though her flood was blowne in, by thy first breath,
153.AF1.162  All is at once sunke in the whirle-poole death.
153.AF1.163  Which word I would not name, but that I see
153.AF1.164  Death, else a desert, growne a Court by thee.
153.AF1.165  Now I grow sure, that if a man would have
153.AF1.166  Good companie, his entry is a grave.
153.AF1.167  Mee thinkes all Cities, now, but Anthills bee,
153.AF1.168  Where, when the severall labourers I see,
153.AF1.169  For children, house, Provision, taking paine,
153.AF1.170  They'are all but Ants, carrying eggs, straw, and grain;
153.AF1.171  And Church-yards are our cities, unto which
153.AF1.172  The most repaire, that are in goodnesse rich.
153.AF1.173  There is the best concourse, and confluence,
153.AF1.174  There are the holy suburbs, and from thence [CW:Begins]
153.AF1.175  Begins Gods City, New Jerusalem, [V1v]
153.AF1.176  Which doth extend her utmost gates to them;
153.AF1.177  At that gate then Triumphant soule, dost thou
153.AF1.178  Begin thy Triumph; But since lawes allow
153.AF1.179  That at the Triumph day, the people may,
153.AF1.180  All that they will,'gainst the Triumpher say,
153.AF1.181  Let me here use that freedome, and expresse
153.AF1.182  My griefe, though not to make thy Triumph lesse.
153.AF1.183  By law, to Triumphs none admitted bee,
153.AF1.184  Till they as Magistrates get victorie,
153.AF1.185  Though then to thy force, all youthes foes did yield,
153.AF1.186  Yet till fit time had brought thee to that field,
153.AF1.187  To which thy ranke in this state destin'd thee,
153.AF1.188  That there thy counsailes might get victorie,
153.AF1.189  And so in that capacitie remove
153.AF1.190  All jealousies 'twixt Prince and subjects love,
153.AF1.191  Thou could'st no title, to this triumph have,
153.AF1.192  Thou didst intrude on death, usurp'st a grave.
153.AF1.193  That (though victoriously) thou hadst fought as yet
153.AF1.194  But with thine owne affections, with the heate
153.AF1.195  Of youths desires, and colds of ignorance,
153.AF1.196  But till thou should'st successefully advance
153.AF1.197  Thine armes'gainst forraine enemies, which are
153.AF1.198  Both Envy, and acclamation popular,
153.AF1.199  (For, both these engines equally defeate,
153.AF1.200  Though by a divers Mine, those which are great,)
153.AF1.201  Till then thy War was but a civill War,
153.AF1.202  For which to Triumph, none admitted are;
153.AF1.203  No more are they, who though with good successe,
153.AF1.204  In a defensive war, their power expresse. [CW:Before]
153.AF1.205  Before men triumph, the dominion [V2]
153.AF1.206  Must be %1enlarg'd%2, and not %1preserv'd%2 alone;
153.AF1.207  Why should'st thou then, whose battailes were to win
153.AF1.208  Thy selfe, from those straits nature put thee in,
153.AF1.209  And to deliver up to God that state,
153.AF1.210  Of which he gave thee the vicariate,
153.AF1.211  (Which is thy soule and body) as intire
153.AF1.212  As he, who takes endeavours, doth require,
153.AF1.213  But didst not stay, t'enlarge his kingdome too,
153.AF1.214  By making others, what thou didst, to doe;
153.AF1.215  Why shouldst thou Triumph now, when Heav'n no /(more
153.AF1.216  Hath got, by getting thee, then t'had before?
153.AF1.217  For, Heav'n and thou, even when thou livedst here,
153.AF1.218  Of one another in possession were;
153.AF1.219  But this from Triumph most disables thee,
153.AF1.220  That, that place which is conquered, must bee
153.AF1.221  Left safe from present warre, and likely doubt
153.AF1.222  Of imminent commotions to breake out.
153.AF1.223  And hath he left us so?  or can it bee
153.AF1.224  His territory was no more then Hee?
153.AF1.225  No, we were all his charge, the Diocis
153.AF1.226  Of ev'ry exemplar man, the whole world is,
153.AF1.227  And he was joyned in commission
153.AF1.228  With Tutelar Angels, sent to every one.
153.AF1.229  But though this freedome to upbraid, and chide
153.AF1.230  Him who Triumph'd, were lawfull, it was ty'd
153.AF1.231  With this, that it might never reference have
153.AF1.232  Unto the Senate, who this triumph gave;
153.AF1.233  Men might at Pompey jeast, but they might not
153.AF1.234  At that authoritie, by which he got [CW:Leave]
153.AF1.235  Leave to Triumph, before, by age, he might; [V2v]
153.AF1.236  So, though triumphant soule, I dare to write,
153.AF1.237  Mov'd with a reverentiall anger, thus,
153.AF1.238  That thou so earely wouldst abandon us;
153.AF1.239  Yet I am farre from daring to dispute
153.AF1.240  With that great soveraigntie, whose absolute
153.AF1.241  Prerogative hath thus dispens'd with thee,
153.AF1.242  'Gainst natures lawes, which just impugners bee
153.AF1.243  Of early triumphs; And I (though with paine)
153.AF1.244  Lessen our losse, to magnifie thy gaine
153.AF1.245  Of triumph, when I say, It was more fit,
153.AF1.246  That all men should lacke thee, then thou lack it.
153.AF1.247  Though then in our time, be not suffered
153.AF1.248  That testimonie of love, unto the dead,
153.AF1.249  To die with them, and in their graves be hid,
153.AF1.250  As Saxon wives, and French soldarii did;
153.AF1.251  And though in no degree I can expresse,
153.AF1.252  Griefe in great Alexanders great excesse,
153.AF1.253  Who at his friends death, made whole townes devest
153.AF1.254  Their walls and bullwarks which became them best:
153.AF1.255  Doe not, faire soule, this sacrifice refuse,
153.AF1.256  That in thy grave I doe interre my Muse,
153.AF1.257  Who, by my griefe, great as thy worth, being cast
153.AF1.258  Behind hand, yet hath spoke, and spoke her last.
153.AF1.SS   om [CW:%1Elegie%2.]
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