IDENTLINE$$ F153B32|Har|Harley 4955 Newcastle|ff. 142v-4v|Original EWS 6-8-85 153.B32.0HE Obsequies to the %1L%5d%6 Harrington%2, Brother to the Countesse of Bedford./ 153.B32.001 Fayre soule, w%5ch%6 wast not onelye, as all soules bee, [f. 142v] 153.B32.002 Then, when thou wast infused, Harmonie, 153.B32.003 But didst continue so, and now dost beare 153.B32.004 A Part in Gods greate Organ, this whole spheare, 153.B32.005 If looking vp to God; or downe to us, 153.B32.006 Thou fynde that any way is previous 153.B32.007 Twixt Heau'n, and Earth, & that mans Actions doe 153.B32.008 Come to your knowledg, & affection too, 153.B32.009 See, and w%5th%6 Ioy, Mee, to that good degree 153.B32.010 Of Goodnesse growen, that I can study Thee; 153.B32.011 And by those Meditations refynd, 153.B32.012 Can vnapparrell, & enlardg my mynde, 153.B32.013 And soe can make by this soft Extasye 153.B32.014 This Place, a Map of Heau'n, my selfe of Thee; 153.B32.015 Thou seest mee here at Midnight, nowe all rest, 153.B32.016 Times dead-lowe water; where all minds devest 153.B32.017 To morrowes business; when the laborers haue 153.B32.018 Such rest in bed, that theyre last Churchyard Graue, 153.B32.019 Subiect to Change will scarce be a Type of this, 153.B32.020 Now when the Clyent, whose last hearing is 153.B32.021 To Morrowe, sleepes; when the Condemned Man, 153.B32.022 (who, when he opes hys eyes, must shutt them than 153.B32.023 (Agayne, by Death) although sad watch he keepe 153.B32.024 Doth Practise Dyinge, by a litle sleepe, 153.B32.025 Thou, at thys Midnight seest mee, and as soone 153.B32.026 As that sunne riseth to mee, Midnights noone, 153.B32.027 All the world growes transeparent, & I see 153.B32.028 Through all, both Church, & state in seeing thee. 153.B32.029 And I discerne by fauour of this light, 153.B32.030 My selfe, the hardest Obiect of the sight. 153.B32.031 God is the Glasse; As thou, when thou dost see 153.B32.032 Hym, who sees all, seest all concerning thee, 153.B32.033 So yett vnglorifyed, I comprehend 153.B32.034 All, in these Mirrors of thy wayes, & End, 153.B32.035 Though God be trulye our Glasse, through w%5ch%6 wee see 153.B32.036 All, since the beeing of all thinges, is hee, 153.B32.037 Yett are the Trunckes w%5ch%6 doe to vs deriue 153.B32.038 Thinges, in proportion fitt, by Perspectiue, 153.B32.039 Deedes of Good men; for by theyre liveing here 153.B32.040 Vertues indeede remote, seeme to be nere; 153.B32.041 But where can I affirme, or where Arrest 153.B32.042 My thoughts on his Deedes? w%5ch%6 shall I call Best? 153.B32.043 For fluid vertue, Cannot bee looked on 153.B32.044 Nor can endure a Contemplation./ 153.B32.045 As Bodyes change, & as I doe not weare 153.B32.046 Those spiritts, Humors, Blood, I did last yeare; 153.B32.047 And, as if on a streame, I fixe myne Eye 153.B32.048 That dropp, w%5ch%6 I look'd on, is presentlye 153.B32.049 Pusht w%5th%6 more waters, from my sight, and gone, 153.B32.050 So in this sea of vertues, Can noe one 153.B32.051 Be'insisted on; Vertues, as Riuers passe 153.B32.052 Yett still remaynes, that vertuous Man there was, 153.B32.053 And as if man, feed on Mans flesh, and soe [f. 143] 153.B32.054 Part of his body, to an other owe, 153.B32.055 Yett at the last, two Perfect Bodyes rise, 153.B32.056 Because God knowes, where everye Atome lyes, 153.B32.057 So, if One knowledge were made of all those 153.B32.058 Who knewe his minuts well, he might dispose 153.B32.059 His vertues into Names, & Ranckes, but I 153.B32.060 Should iniure Nature, vertue, & Destinye, 153.B32.061 Shold I diuide, and discontinue so 153.B32.062 Vertue, w%5ch%6 did in One Entirenes growe. 153.B32.063 For as he that wold say, spiritts are fram'd, 153.B32.064 Of all the purest Parts, that can be nam'd, 153.B32.065 Honors not spirritts, halfe soe much; as hee, 153.B32.066 W%5ch%6 sayes, they haue noe Parts, but simple bee, 153.B32.067 So ist of vertue; for a Poynt, and one 153.B32.068 Are much intyrer, then a Millione, 153.B32.069 And had fate ment to haue his vertues told 153.B32.070 It would haue lett him liue, to haue bin old. 153.B32.071 So then, that vertue in season, & then this 153.B32.072 Wee might haue seene, & sayd, that now he is 153.B32.073 Wittye, now wise, now temperate, now iust, 153.B32.074 In good short liues, Vertues are fayne to thrust, 153.B32.075 An to be sure, betymes to gett a Place, 153.B32.076 When they would encrease, lacke, Tyme, & space. 153.B32.077 So was it in thys Person; forc'd to bee 153.B32.078 For lacke of tyme, his owne Epitomee; 153.B32.079 So to exhibitt in few yeares, as much, 153.B32.080 As all the long-breath'd Chronickes can touch. 153.B32.081 As when an Angell down from Heau'n doth fly, 153.B32.082 Our Quicke thought cannot keepe him Companye, 153.B32.083 Wee cannot thincke, nowe he ys att the sunne, 153.B32.084 Nowe through the Moone, nowe he through th'Ayre doth run; 153.B32.085 Yett, when he ys come, wee knowe, he did repayre 153.B32.086 To all, twixt Heaun, & earth, sunne, Moone, & Ayre, 153.B32.087 And as this Angell, in an Instant knowes, 153.B32.088 And yett wee knowe, thys sodayne knowledge growes 153.B32.089 By quicke amassing seuerall formes of thinges, 153.B32.090 W%5ch%6 he successiuelye to Order brings 153.B32.091 When they, whose slowe-pac'd lame thoughts cannot goe 153.B32.092 Soe fast as hee, thincke that he doth not soe; 153.B32.093 Iust as a Perfect reader doth not dwell 153.B32.094 On ev'ry syllable, nor stay to spell 153.B32.095 Yett w%5th%6out doubt he doth distinctlye see, 153.B32.096 And lay togeather everye A, & B, 153.B32.097 Soe in short livd Good men, is nott vnderstoode 153.B32.098 Each severall Vertue, but the Compound, Good. 153.B32.099 For they, all Vertues pathes, in that pace tread 153.B32.100 As Angells goe, & knowe, & as men read. 153.B32.101 O why shold then these Men, these lumps of Balme 153.B32.102 Sent heather, thys worlds tempests to be calme; 153.B32.103 Before by Deedes, they are diffus'd, & spredd, 153.B32.104 And so make vs a liue, themselues be dead? 153.B32.105 O%C Soule, O%C Circle, why so quicklye bee, [f. 143v] 153.B32.106 Thy ends, thy Birth, & Death clos'd vp in Thee? 153.B32.107 Since one foote of thy Compasse still was plac'd 153.B32.108 In heau'n, the other might securelye haue pac'd 153.B32.109 In the most large Extent, through ev'ry path 153.B32.110 W%5ch%6 the whole world or Man, th'Abridgment hath?, 153.B32.111 Thou knewst, that though the Tropique Circles haue?, 153.B32.112 (yea & those small Ones, w%5ch%6 the Poles engraue) 153.B32.113 All the same roundnes, Evennes, & all 153.B32.114 The Endlessnes of the'Equinoctiall, 153.B32.115 Yett, when wee come to measure Distancyes 153.B32.116 How here, how there, the sunne affected ys. 153.B32.117 When he doth fayntly worke, & when prevayle, 153.B32.118 Only great Cyrcles, than can be our scale. 153.B32.119 So though thy Circle to thy selfe expresse 153.B32.120 All, tending to thyne Endless happinesse, 153.B32.121 And wee, by our Good vse of that, may try 153.B32.122 Both howe to liue well yonge, & howe to dye, 153.B32.123 Yett since wee must bee old, & age endures 153.B32.124 His Torrid Zone at Court, & Calentures 153.B32.125 Of hott ambitions, Irreligions Ice, 153.B32.126 Zeales, Agues, & Hydroptique Avarice, 153.B32.127 Infirmityes, w%5ch%6 neede the scale of truth 153.B32.128 As well as %Ytruith%Z lust, & Ignorance of youth. 153.B32.129 Why didst thou not for those giue Medcines too, 153.B32.130 And by thy Doing, tell vs what to doe? 153.B32.131 Though as small pockett Clocks, whose ev'ry wheele 153.B32.132 Doth Each Mis-motione, & distemper feele, 153.B32.133 Whos hand getts shaking Palsyes, & whose stringe 153.B32.134 Hys synewes, sclackens; And whose soule, the springe 153.B32.135 Expires, or languishes, whose pulse the Flye 153.B32.136 Eyther beats not, or beatts vnevenlye, 153.B32.137 Whose voyce, the Bell, doth rattle, or growe dumbe, 153.B32.138 Or Idle, as men, w%5ch%6 to theyre last houres come, 153.B32.139 If these Clockes be not wound, or be wound still, 153.B32.140 Or be not sett, or sett at ev'ry will, 153.B32.141 So youth be easyest to Destruction, 153.B32.142 Yf then we followe all, or followe none; 153.B32.143 Yett, as in great Clocks w%5ch%6 in steeples chyme 153.B32.144 Placd to informe whole townes, to employ theyre Tyme, 153.B32.145 An Error doth more harme, beeing generall; 153.B32.146 When small Clocks falts, onely on the weares falt, 153.B32.147 So worke the falts of Age, on w%5ch%6 the Eye 153.B32.148 Of Children, servaunts, or the state relye. 153.B32.149 Why wouldst not thou then, w%5ch%6 hadst such a soule, 153.B32.150 A Clocke so true, as might the sunne Controule 153.B32.151 And daylye hadst from hym, who gaue yt thee 153.B32.152 Instructions, such as yt cold never bee 153.B32.153 Disorderd, stay here, as a Generall 153.B32.154 And Greate sun-Dyall, to haue sett vs all? 153.B32.155 Oh why wouldst thou bee any Instrument 153.B32.156 To thys vnnaturall Course, or why Consent 153.B32.157 To this, not Myracle, but prodigee, 153.B32.158 That where the Ebbe, longer then flowings bee,/ 153.B32.159 Vertue, whose flood were blowen in by thy first breath, [f. 144] 153.B32.160 om. 153.B32.161 om. 153.B32.162 All ys at once suncke in the whirlepoole Death, 153.B32.163 W%5ch%6 word I would not name, but that I see 153.B32.164 Death, else a Desart, is a Court by thee. 153.B32.165 Now I growe sure, that if a man would haue 153.B32.166 Good Companee, hys Entry ys a Graue. 153.B32.167 Me thinckes all Cityes now but Ant hills bee 153.B32.168 Where, when the seuerall laborers I see 153.B32.169 For Children, House Provision, takeing Payne, 153.B32.170 They are all but Ants, carrying, Eggs, strawe, & Grayne. 153.B32.171 And Church yards are our Cittyes, vnto w%5ch%6 153.B32.172 The most repayre, that are in Goodnes ritch; 153.B32.173 There is the best concourse, and Confluence, 153.B32.174 There are the holy subvrbs, and from thence 153.B32.175 Begins Gods City, newe Ierazalem, 153.B32.176 W%5ch%6 doth extend her out %Yward%Zmost Gates to them. 153.B32.177 At that Gate then Tryvmphant soule, dost thou 153.B32.178 Begin thy tryvmph %Yant soule, dost thou%Z but, since lawes allowe 153.B32.179 That at the Tryvmph day, the People may 153.B32.180 All that they will, gaynst the Tryvmpher say, 153.B32.181 Lett mee here vse that freedome, & expresse 153.B32.182 My Greife, though not to make thy Tryvmphe lesse. 153.B32.183 By lawe to tryvmphe none admitted bee 153.B32.184 Till they, as Magistrates, gott Victoree. 153.B32.185 Though then to thy force, all youths foes did yeilde, 153.B32.186 Yett till fitt tyme had brought thee to that fielde, 153.B32.187 To w%5ch%6 thy Rancke in thys state destin'd thee, 153.B32.188 That there, thy Counsayls might gett Victoree, 153.B32.189 And so, in that Capacitye, remove 153.B32.190 All Ielosyes, twixt Prince, & subiects love, 153.B32.191 Thou coldst no Title, to thys Tryvmph haue, 153.B32.192 Thou didst intrude on Death, vsurpdst a Graue. 153.B32.193 Then (though Victoriouslye) thou hadst fought as yett 153.B32.194 Butt w%5th%6 thyne owne Affections, w%5th%6 the Heate 153.B32.195 Of youths desyres, and Colds of Ignorance, 153.B32.196 But till thou shouldst successfullye aduance 153.B32.197 Thyne Armes gainst foraine Enimyes, w%5ch%6 are 153.B32.198 Both Envy; and Acclamations populare, 153.B32.199 For both these Engins equallye defeate 153.B32.200 Though by a diverse Myne, those w%5ch%6 are greate) 153.B32.201 Tyll then, thy Warr was butt a Civill warr, 153.B32.202 For w%5ch%6 to Tryvmphe, none admitted are. 153.B32.203 Noe more are they, who though w%5th%6 good successe 153.B32.204 In a defensiue warr, theyre Power expresse. 153.B32.205 Before men Tryvmphe, %Ynone%Z the Dominione 153.B32.206 Must be enlarged, & not preserv'd alone. 153.B32.207 Why sholdst thou then, whose Battayles were, to win 153.B32.208 Thy selfe, from those strayte Nature put Thee in 153.B32.209 And to deliver vp to God, that state 153.B32.210 Of which he gaue thee, the vicariate 153.B32.211 (W%5ch%6 ys thy Soule, & Body) as intire 153.B32.212 As he, who takes Endeuours, doth require, 153.B32.213 But didst not stay &'enlardge hys Kingdome too, [f. 144v] 153.B32.214 By makeing others, what thou didst to doe. 153.B32.215 Why sholdst thou Tryvmphe now, when heaun no more 153.B32.216 Hath gott, by getting Thee, then't had before? 153.B32.217 For Heaun, & thou, even when thou liu'dst here, 153.B32.218 Of one Another in Possession were. 153.B32.219 But this from Tryvmph most disables thee, 153.B32.220 That that Place w%5ch%6 ys Conquered must bee 153.B32.221 Left safe from present Warr, & likelye doubt 153.B32.222 Of Imminent Commotions to breake out. 153.B32.223 And hath he left vs so? Or can it bee 153.B32.224 Hys Terrytorye was no more but hee? 153.B32.225 No, wee were all hys Charge; the Dyocye 153.B32.226 Of Eu'ry Exemplar man, the whole world ys. 153.B32.227 And he was ioyn'd in Commissione 153.B32.228 W%5th%6 Tutelar Angells, sent to ev'ry One. 153.B32.229 But though thys freedome, to vpbrayde & Chyde 153.B32.230 Hym, who Tryvmph'd, were lawfull, yt was tyde 153.B32.231 W%5th%6 thys, that might never reference haue 153.B32.232 Vnto the senate, who thys Tryvmph gaue. 153.B32.233 Men might at pompey iest, but they might not 153.B32.234 At that Autoritye by w%5ch%6 he gott 153.B32.235 Leaue to tryvmphe before by Age he might. 153.B32.236 So though Tryvmphant soule, I dare to write, 153.B32.237 Mov'd w%5th%6 a reuerentiall Anger, thus, 153.B32.238 That thou so early woldst abandon vs, 153.B32.239 Yett am I farr from Dareing to dispute 153.B32.240 W%5th%6 that greate Soveraigntye, whose absolute 153.B32.241 Prerogatiue hath thus dispens'd for thee, 153.B32.242 Gaynst Natures lawes, w%5ch%6 iust impugners bee 153.B32.243 Of Earlye Tryvmphs; And I though w%5th%6 payne 153.B32.244 Lessen our losse, to magnifye thy gayne 153.B32.245 Of Tryvmph, when I say, it was more fitt 153.B32.246 That all men shold lacke Thee, then thou lack ytt. 153.B32.247 Though Then in our Tyme, be not suffred>sucred 153.B32.248 That testymonye of love vnto the dead 153.B32.249 To dye w%5th%6 them, and in theyre Graues be hidd, 153.B32.250 As Saxon wifes, and french Soldury didd, 153.B32.251 And though in noe Degree, I can expresse 153.B32.252 Greife, in greate Alexanders greate excesse, 153.B32.253 Who at his frends Death, made whole Townes devest 153.B32.254 Theyre walls, & Bullwarkes w%5ch%6 became theyre>theym best; 153.B32.255 Do not, Fayre soule, this sacryfice refuse 153.B32.256 That in thy Graue, I doe enttrr my Muse. 153.B32.257 Who by my Greife, Greate as thy worth, beeing Cast 153.B32.258 Behynd hand, yett hath spoke, & spoke her last./ 153.B32.0SS om 153.B32.$$ Above heading "Doctor Doone:~" (nonscribal)