IDENTIFIL$$  F15200G|Henry|1669 (proofed: CtY,L)|sigs. Q8-R1v, pp.239-42|P:MEL/(TxAM)/1-18-07
152.00G.HE1  %1An Elegie on the untimely death of the incomparable /Prince%2 H#E#N#R#Y. [Q8] 
152.00G.001  LOok to me faith, and look to my faith, God;
152.00G.002  For both my centers feel this period.
152.00G.003  Of waight one center, one of greatness is;
152.00G.004  And Reason is that center, Faith is this;
152.00G.005  For into' our reason flow, and there do end
152.00G.006  All, that this natural world doth comprehend:
152.00G.007  Quotidian things, and equidistant hence,
152.00G.008  Shut in, for man, in one circumference:
152.00G.009  But for th'#enormous greatnesses, which are
152.00G.010  So disproportion'd, and so angulare,
152.00G.011  As is God's Essence, place, and providence,
152.00G.012  Where, how, when, what souls do, departed hence,
152.00G.013  These things (eccentrique else) on faith do strike;
152.00G.014  Yet neither all, nor upon all, alike.
152.00G.015  For reason, put to her best extension,
152.00G.016  Almost meets faith, and makes both centers one. [CW:And]
152.00G.017  And nothing ever came so near to this, [Q8v]
152.00G.018  As contemplation of that Prince we miss.
152.00G.019  For all that faith might credit mankind could,
152.00G.020  Reason still seconded, that this Prince would,
152.00G.021  If then least moving of the Center make
152.00G.022  More, than if whole hell belch'd, the world to shake,
152.00G.023  What must this do, centers distracted so,
152.00G.024  That we see not what to believe or know?
152.00G.025  Was it not well believ'd till now, that he,
152.00G.026  Whose reputation was an extasie,
152.00G.027  On neighbour States, which knew not why to wake,
152.00G.028  Till he discover'd what waies he would take;
152.00G.029  For whom, what Princes angled, when they try'd,
152.00G.030  Met a %1Torpedo%2 and were stupifi'd;
152.00G.031  And others studies, how he would be bent,
152.00G.032  Was his great fathers greatest instrument,
152.00G.033  And activ'st spirit, to convey and ty
152.00G.034  This soul of peace to Christianity?
152.00G.035  Was it not well believ'd, that he would make
152.00G.036  This general peace th'#Eternal overtake,
152.00G.037  And that his times might have stretcht out so far, 
152.00G.038  As to touch those of which they emblemes are?
152.00G.039  For to confirm this just belief, that now
152.00G.040  The last daies came, we saw heaven did allow,
152.00G.041  That, but from his aspect and exercise,
152.00G.042  In peaceful times rumours of warrs should rise.
152.00G.043  But now this faith is heresie:  we must
152.00G.044  Still stay, and vex our great#grand-mother, Dust.
152.00G.045  Oh, is God prodigal?  hath he spent his store  
152.00G.046  Of plagues on us; and only now when more
152.00G.047  Would ease us much, doth he grudg misery;
152.00G.048  And will not let's enjoy our curse; to dy
152.00G.049  As for the earth thrown lowest down of all,
152.00G.050  'Twere an ambition to desire to fall, [CW:So]
152.00G.051  So God, in our desire to dy, doth know [R1]
152.00G.052  Our plot for ease, in being wretched so:
152.00G.053  Therefore we live, though such a life we have,
152.00G.054  As but so many mandrakes on his grave.
152.00G.055  What had his growth and generation done,
152.00G.056  When, what we are his putrefaction 
152.00G.057  Sustains in us, Earth which griefs animate?
152.00G.058  Nor hath our world now, other Soul than that.
152.00G.059  And could grief get so high as heav'n, that Quire, 
152.00G.060  Forgetting this their new joy, would desire 
152.00G.061  (With grief to see him) he had staid below, 
152.00G.062  To rectifie our errours they foreknow.
152.00G.063  Is th'#other center, Reason, faster then?
152.00G.064  Where should we look for that, now we#'are not men?
152.00G.065  For if our Reason be our connexion
152.00G.066  Of causes, now to us there can be none.
152.00G.067  For, as if all the substances were spent,
152.00G.068  'Twere madness, to enquire of accident,
152.00G.069  So is' to look for reason, he being gone,
152.00G.070  The only subject reason wrought upon.
152.00G.071  If fate have such a chain, whose divers links
152.00G.072  Industrious man discerneth, as he thinks,
152.00G.073  When miracle doth come, and so steal in
152.00G.074  A new link, man knows not where to begin:
152.00G.075  At a much deader fault must reason be,
152.00G.076  Death having broke off such a link as he.
152.00G.077  But now, for us, with busy proof to come,
152.00G.078  That we have no reason, would prove we had some,
152.00G.079  So would just lamentations:  Therefore we
152.00G.080  May safelier say, that we are dead, than he,
152.00G.081  So, if our griefs we do not well declare,
152.00G.082  We#'have double excuse, he#'s not dead, we are.
152.00G.083  Yet would not I die yet; for though I be
152.00G.084  Too narrow to think him, as he is he, [CW:(Our]
152.00G.085  (Our Souls best baiting and mid-period, [R1v]
152.00G.086  In her long journey, of considering God)
152.00G.087  Yet (no dishonour) I can reach him thus,
152.00G.088  As he embrac'd the fires of love, with us.
152.00G.089  Oh may I, (since I live) but see or hear,
152.00G.090  That she-Intelligence which mov'd this sphear,
152.00G.091  I pardon Fate, my life: who ere thou be,
152.00G.092  Which hast the noble conscience, thou art she, 
152.00G.093  I conjure thee by all the charms he spoke,
152.00G.094  By th'#oaths, which only you two never broke,
152.00G.095  By all the souls ye sigh'd, that if you see
152.00G.096  These lines, you wish, I knew your history.
152.00G.097  So much, as you, two mutual heav'ns were here,
152.00G.098  I were an Angel singing what you were.
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