IDENTLINE$$ F153B46|Har|Stowe 961|ff. 11-5v|Original EWS 6-8-85 153.B46.0HE Obsequies on the L%5d%6. Harrington Brother to the Ladie Lucie Countesse of Bedforde./ 153.B46.001 Faire Soule which was't, not only as all Soules bee [f. 11] 153.B46.002 Then, when thou was't; infused[,] Harmonie; 153.B46.003 But didst continew soe; and now dost beare 153.B46.004 A parte in Gods greate Organ this whole Spheare 153.B46.005 If lookinge vp to God, or downe to vs, 153.B46.006 Thou findest that any way is peruious 153.B46.007 Twixt heauen and Earthe, and that mens actions doe 153.B46.008 Come to your knowledge, and affections too. 153.B46.009 See (and with ioy) me to that good degree 153.B46.010 Of goodnes growne, that I can studie thee. 153.B46.011 And by these meditations refinde 153.B46.012 Can vnapparell, and inlarge my minde 153.B46.013 And soe can make by this softe Extasie, 153.B46.014 This place a map of Heauen, my selfe of thee. 153.B46.015 Thou see'st me heere at midnight now all rest 153.B46.016 Times dead Lowe=water when all mindes deuest 153.B46.017 To morrowes Busines. When the Labourers haue 153.B46.018 Such rest in Bed, that theire last Churchyard graue 153.B46.019 Subiect to change, will scarce be a Type of this 153.B46.020 Now when the Clyent whose last hearinge is 153.B46.021 To morrowe sleepes; when the Condemned man 153.B46.022 (Who when he opes his eyes, must shut them than 153.B46.023 Againe by Death) although sad watch he keepe 153.B46.024 Doth practise dyinge by a little sleepe [f. 11v] 153.B46.025 Thou at this midnight seest me and as sone 153.B46.026 As that Sunne rises to me, midnights %Ynone%Z noone 153.B46.027 All the worlde growes transparant, and I see 153.B46.028 Through all, Both Church and State in seing thee 153.B46.029 And I discerne by fauour of this light 153.B46.030 My Selfe, the hardest obiect of the Sight. 153.B46.031 God is the Glasse, as thou, when thou doste see 153.B46.032 Him who sees all, seest all concerninge thee 153.B46.033 Soe, yet vnglorified I comprehend 153.B46.034 All, in those Mirrours of thy way and ende 153.B46.035 Though God be truly our Glasse, through w%5ch%6 wee see 153.B46.036 All, since the beinge of all things is hee 153.B46.037 Yet are the Truncks which doe to us deriue 153.B46.038 Thinges in proportion fitt by Perspectiue 153.B46.039 Deedes of good men; for by theire being here 153.B46.040 Virtues indeed remote, seme to be neere. 153.B46.041 But where can I affirme? or where arest 153.B46.042 My thoughts on his Deedes? which shall I call Best? 153.B46.043 For fluid virtue, cannot be look't on 153.B46.044 Nor can endure a Contemplation. 153.B46.045 As bodies change and as I doe not weare 153.B46.046 Those spirits, humor, blood, I did last yeare 153.B46.047 And as if on a streame I fix minn eye 153.B46.048 That drop on which I look't is presentlie 153.B46.049 Push't with more waters from my sight and gone 153.B46.050 Soe in this Sea of virtues, can no one [f. 12] 153.B46.051 Be insisted on; virtues as Riuers passe 153.B46.052 Yet still remaines y%5t%6 virtuous man there was 153.B46.053 And as if man feede on Mans flesh, and soe 153.B46.054 Parte of his Bodie to another owe 153.B46.055 Yet at the last two perfect Bodies rise 153.B46.056 Because God knowes where euery Atome lies 153.B46.057 Soe if one knowledge were made of all those 153.B46.058 Who knowes his minutes well, he might dispose 153.B46.059 His virtues into names and rancks; but I 153.B46.060 Shoulde iniure nature, Virtue, Destiny 153.B46.061 Shoulde I deuide and discontinew soe 153.B46.062 Virtue, which did in one intirends growe. 153.B46.063 For as he that would say; Spirits are fram'de 153.B46.064 Of all the purest parts that can be nam'de 153.B46.065 Honors not Spirits halfe so much as hee 153.B46.066 Who sayes they haue no parts, but simple bee 153.B46.067 Soe is't in virtue: for a point, and one, 153.B46.068 Are much intirer then a Million. 153.B46.069 And had Fate mean't to haue his virtues tolde 153.B46.070 It woulde haue let him liue to haue bin olde. 153.B46.071 So then that virtue in his season, and then this 153.B46.072 We might haue sene, and sayde that now he is 153.B46.073 Witty, now wise, now temperate, now Iuste, 153.B46.074 In good sorte liues. Virtues are faine to thrust 153.B46.075 And to be sure betimes to get a Place 153.B46.076 When they woulde, exercisde, lacke room & space. 153.B46.077 Soe was it in this Person, forc't to bee [f. 12v] 153.B46.078 For lacke of time, his owne Epitomee 153.B46.079 Soe to exhibite in few yeares, as much 153.B46.080 As all our longe liu'de Chronicles can touch 153.B46.081 As when an Angell downe from Heauen doth flie 153.B46.082 Our quicke thoughts cannot keepe him Companie 153.B46.083 Wee cannot thincke, now he is at the Sunne 153.B46.084 Now through the Moone, now he throughe the Aire doth run. 153.B46.085 Yet when hee's Come, we knowe he did repaire 153.B46.086 To all twixt Heauen and earth, to Sun%M, moone, Aire. 153.B46.087 And as this Angell in an instant knowes 153.B46.088 And yet we knowe this sodaine knowledge growes 153.B46.089 By quicke amassinge, seuerall formes of thinges 153.B46.090 Which he Successiuelie to order brings 153.B46.091 When they whose slowe=pac'd, lame thoughts cannot goe 153.B46.092 Soe fast as he thincke that he doth not soe 153.B46.093 Iust as a perfect reader doth not dwell 153.B46.094 On euery sillable, nor stay to spell 153.B46.095 And lay together euery A. and B 153.B46.096 Yet without doubt he doth destinctly see 153.B46.097 Soe in short liu'de good men%Ys%z'is not vnderstood 153.B46.098 Each seuerall virtue, but the Compounde Good. 153.B46.099 For they all virtues Pathes in that pace treade 153.B46.100 As angells goe, and knowe and as men reade. 153.B46.101 Oh why shoulde then these men these Lumps of Balme 153.B46.102 Sent hither this worlds tempest to becalme 153.B46.103 Before by Deedes they are diffusd, and spread 153.B46.104 And soe make us aliue themselues beinge Dead? [f. 13] 153.B46.105 O Soule; O Circle; why soe quickly bee 153.B46.106 Thy ends, thy birth thy death cloasd up in thee? 153.B46.107 Since one foote of thy Compasse still was plac'de 153.B46.108 In Heauen, the other might securely ha' pac'te 153.B46.109 In the most large extent, through euery pathe 153.B46.110 Which the whole worlde, or Man the Abridgm%5t%6 hath 153.B46.111 Thou know'st that though the Tropicke Circles haue 153.B46.112 (Yea and those small ones, which the Poles ingraue) 153.B46.113 All the same roundnes, euen'nes, and all 153.B46.114 The endlessnes of th'AEquinoctiall 153.B46.115 Yet when we come to measure distances 153.B46.116 How here how there the Sunne affected is 153.B46.117 Where he doth faintly worke, and where preuaile 153.B46.118 Only great Circles then can be our scale 153.B46.119 Soe though thy Circle to thy selfe expresse 153.B46.120 All tendinge to thy endles happines 153.B46.121 And wee by our good use of it may trye 153.B46.122 How both to liue well yonge, and how to dye: 153.B46.123 Yet since we must be olde, and age indures 153.B46.124 His Torrid zone at Courte, and Calentures 153.B46.125 Of hot Ambitions; Irreligious Ice 153.B46.126 Zeales Agues, and Hydroptique Auarice 153.B46.127 Infirmities which neede the Scale of Truthe 153.B46.128 As well as Luste and Ignorance of youthe. 153.B46.129 Why didst thou not for these giue medcines too 153.B46.130 And by thy doinge set us what to doe? [f. 13v] 153.B46.131 Though as smale pocket-clocks whose euery wheele 153.B46.132 Doth each mismotion and destemper feele 153.B46.133 Whose hands gets shakinge Palsies, and whose stringe 153.B46.134 (His Sins) slacknes, and whose Soule, the Springe 153.B46.135 Expires, or Languishes; whose Pulse, the Flie 153.B46.136 Either beates not, or beates vneuenlie. 153.B46.137 Whose voice the Bell doth rattle, or grow dumbe 153.B46.138 Or idle, as men who to theire last houres come 153.B46.139 If theire Clocks be not wounde, or be wound still 153.B46.140 Or be not set, or set at euery will: 153.B46.141 Soe youth runs easiest to Destruction 153.B46.142 If then we followe all, or followe none. 153.B46.143 Yet as in great Clocks which in steeples chime 153.B46.144 Plac't to informe whole townds to imploy theire time 153.B46.145 An errour doth more harme being Generall. 153.B46.146 When smale Clocks faults only on the wearer fall: 153.B46.147 Soe worke the faults of Age on which the eye 153.B46.148 Of Children, Seruants or the state relye 153.B46.149 Why wouldst not thou then which hadst such a soule 153.B46.150 A Clocke so true as might the Sunne Controule 153.B46.151 And daylie hadst from him who gaue it thee 153.B46.152 Instrictions, such as neuer yet could bee 153.B46.153 Disorderd, stay here as a Generall 153.B46.154 A Great Sun=Dyall to haue set us all 153.B46.155 Oh why would'st thou be anie Instrument 153.B46.156 To his vnnaturall Course? or why Consent 153.B46.157 To this not Miracle but Prodigie [f. 14] 153.B46.158 That where the Ebbs longer then flowings bee 153.B46.159 Virtue, whose flood did with thy youth begin 153.B46.160 Should so much faster ebb out; then flowe in? 153.B46.161 Though hir flood were blown'e in by thy first Breath 153.B46.162 All is at once sunke in the whirle=poole Death. 153.B46.163 Which word I would not name, but that I see 153.B46.164 Death, else a Desert, growne a Court by thee. 153.B46.165 Now I am sure that if a man woulde haue 153.B46.166 Good Companie his entrie is a Graue. 153.B46.167 Isle thincks all Citties now but Ant=hills bee 153.B46.168 Where when the seuerall labourors I see 153.B46.169 For Children, house, prousion, takinge paine 153.B46.170 Th'are all but Ants, carying eggs, strawe, or graine 153.B46.171 And Churchyards are our Cittyes vnto which 153.B46.172 The most repaire who are in Goodnes rich 153.B46.173 There is the best Concurse, and Confluence 153.B46.174 There are the holy Suburbs; and from thence 153.B46.175 Begins Gods City new Ierusalem 153.B46.176 Who doth extend her vtmost Gates to them 153.B46.177 At that Gate then Triumphant Soule, dost thou 153.B46.178 Begin thy Triumphe: But since Lawes allowe 153.B46.179 That at the Truimph Day, the people may 153.B46.180 All that they will 'gainst the Triumpher, say 153.B46.181 Let me here use that freedom and express 153.B46.182 My griefe, though not to make thy triumphe less. 153.B46.183 By Lawe to triumphe none admitted bee 153.B46.184 Till they, as Magistrates, get victorie. [f. 14v] 153.B46.185 Though then to thy force all youths foes did yeeld 153.B46.186 Yet till fitt time had brought thee to the feild 153.B46.187 To which thy ranke in this state destin'd thee 153.B46.188 That there thy Counsailes might get victorie 153.B46.189 And soe in that Capacitie remoue 153.B46.190 All Iealousies twixt Prince and subiects Loue 153.B46.191 Thou shouldst no title to thy Triumphe haue 153.B46.192 Thou did'st intrude on Death, vsurp'st a Graue 153.B46.193 When though victoriouslie th'hadst fought as yet 153.B46.194 But with thine owne affections, with y%5e%6 heate 153.B46.195 Of youths desires; and Coldes of Ignorance: 153.B46.196 But till thou shouldst successiuely aduance 153.B46.197 Thine Armes 'gainst foraine enemies, w%5ch%6 are 153.B46.198 Both Envie and Acclamations Popular 153.B46.199 (For both these engines equallie defeate) 153.B46.200 Though by a diuerse mine, those that are great) 153.B46.201 Till then thy warr, was but a Ciuill Warr 153.B46.202 For which to triumphe none admitted are 153.B46.203 No more are they who (though with good successe) 153.B46.204 In a defensiue Warr theire powre expresse: 153.B46.205 Before men triumphe, the Dominion 153.B46.206 Must be inlarg'd and not preseru'd alone: 153.B46.207 Why shouldst thou then, whose Battailes were to win 153.B46.208 Thy selfe from those streights nature put thee in 153.B46.209 And to deliuer upto God that state 153.B46.210 Of which he gaue thee the Vicariate 153.B46.211 Which is thy Soule and Bodie, as intire [f. 15] 153.B46.212 As he; who takes endeuors doth require 153.B46.213 But didst not stay to'inlarge his Kingdome too 153.B46.214 By makinge others what thou didst to doo. 153.B46.215 Why shouldst thou triumphe now; when heauen no more 153.B46.216 Hath got by gettinge thee, then't had before? 153.B46.217 For heauen and thou, euen when thou liuedst heere 153.B46.218 Of one another in possession were. 153.B46.219 But this from Triumphe most disables thee 153.B46.220 That, that place which is conquered, must bee 153.B46.221 Lefte safe from present Warr, and likely doubte 153.B46.222 Of imminent Commotions to breake out. 153.B46.223 And hath he left us soe? or can it bee 153.B46.224 His Territorie was no more but hee: 153.B46.225 No. wee were all his Charge; the%Ys%Z Dioces 153.B46.226 Of euery exemplar man the whole worlde is 153.B46.227 And he was ioyned in Commission 153.B46.228 With tutelar Angells sent to euery one. 153.B46.229 But though theire freedome to vpbraide & Chide 153.B46.230 Him, who triumph't, were lawfull, it was tide 153.B46.231 With this; that it might neuer reference haue 153.B46.232 Vnto the Senate, who the triumphe gaue. 153.B46.233 Men might at Pompey iest but they might not 153.B46.234 At that authority by w%5ch%6 he gott 153.B46.235 Leaue to triumphe, before by age he might: 153.B46.236 Soe; though (triumphant Soule) I dare to write 153.B46.237 Mou'd with a reuerentiall Anger thus 153.B46.238 That thou so earlie wouldst abandon us 153.B46.239 Yet am I far from daringe to dispute 153.B46.240 With that great souerainty, whose absolute [f. 15v] 153.B46.241 Prerogatiue hath thus dispenc't with thee 153.B46.242 Gainst natures Lawes which iust impugners bee 153.B46.243 Of earthlie Triumphs: And I (though with paine) 153.B46.244 Lessen our losse to magnifie thy Gaine 153.B46.245 Of triumphe, when I say it was more fitt 153.B46.246 That all men should lacke thee, then thou lacke it 153.B46.247 Though then in our times be not suffered 153.B46.248 That testimony of Loue, to the Dead 153.B46.249 To dye with them, and in theire Graues be hid 153.B46.250 As Saxon wiues and french solarij did 153.B46.251 And though in no degree I can expresse 153.B46.252 Griefe, in great Alexanders great excesse 153.B46.253 Who at his frinds death made whole towns deuest 153.B46.254 Theire Walls and Bullwarks that became them best 153.B46.255 Doe not faire Soule this Sacrifice refuse 153.B46.256 That in thy Graue I doe interr my Muse. 153.B46.257 Who by my Griefe great, as thy worth, being Cast 153.B46.258 Behinde hand, yet hath spoke, and spoke hir Last./ 153.B46.0SS Finis A P [between two bunches of grapes] 153.B46.$$ Paginated by scribe 21, 22, 23, 24. 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