IDENTILIN$$ F15300E|Har|1650(CtY,MH)|sigs.R2-R6v,pp.243-52
153.00E.HE1 Obsequies to the Lord %1Harringtons%2 brother. /%1To the Countesse of Bedford.%2
153.00E.001 FAire soul, which wast, not onely as all souls bee,
153.00E.002 Then when thou wast infused, harmony,
153.00E.003 But did'st continue so; and now dost beare
153.00E.004 A part in Gods great Organ, this whole Spheare:
153.00E.005 If looking up to God, or down to us,
153.00E.006 Thou find that any way is pervious,
153.00E.007 'Twixt heav'n and earth, and that mens actions do
153.00E.008 Come to your knowledge, and affections too,
153.00E.009 See, and with joy, me to that good degree
153.00E.010 Of goodnesse growne, that I can study thee,
153.00E.011 And by these meditations refin'd,
153.00E.012 Can unapparell and inlarge my mind,
153.00E.013 And so can make by this soft extasie,
153.00E.014 This place a map of heaven, my self of thee.
153.00E.015 Thou seest me here at midnight, now all rest;
153.00E.016 Times dead-low water; when all mindes devest [CW:To]
153.00E.017 To morrowes businesse, when the labourers have [R3]
153.00E.018 Such rest in bed, that their last Church-yard grave,
153.00E.019 Subject to change, will scarce be a type of this,
153.00E.020 Now when the Client, whose last hearing is
153.00E.021 To morrow, sleeps, when the condemned man,
153.00E.022 (Who when he opes his eyes, must shut them than
153.00E.023 Againe by death,) although sad watch he keep,
153.00E.024 Doth practise dying by a little sleep,
153.00E.025 Thou at this midnight seest me, and as soon
153.00E.026 As that sunne rises to mee, midnight's noon,
153.00E.027 All the world grows transparent, and I see
153.00E.028 Through all both Church and State, in seeing thee;
153.00E.029 And I discerne by favour of this light,
153.00E.030 My self, the hardest object of the sight.
153.00E.031 God is the glasse; as thou when thou dost see
153.00E.032 Him who sees all, seest all concerning thee:
153.00E.033 So, yet unglorified, I comprehend
153.00E.034 All, in these mirrours of thy wayes and end;
153.00E.035 Though God be our true glasse, through which we /(see
153.00E.036 All, since the being of all things is hee,
153.00E.037 Yet are the trunks which do to us derive
153.00E.038 Things, in proportion, fit by perspective,
153.00E.039 Deeds of good men: for by their being here,
153.00E.040 Vertues, indeed remote, seem to be neare.
153.00E.041 But where can I affirme or where arrest
153.00E.042 My thoughts on his deeds? which shall I call best?
153.00E.043 For fluid vertue cannot bee look'd on,
153.00E.044 Nor can indure a contemplation;
153.00E.045 As bodies change, and as I doe not weare
153.00E.046 Those spirits, humours, blood I did last yeare,
153.00E.047 And, as if on a stream I fix mine eye,
153.00E.048 That drop, which I look'd on, is presently [CW:Pusht]
153.00E.049 Pusht with more waters from my sight, and gone: [R3v]
153.00E.050 So in this sea of vertues, can no one
153.00E.051 Bee'insisted on, Vertues as rivers passe,
153.00E.052 Yet still remaines that vertuous man there was;
153.00E.053 And as if man feed on mans flesh, and so
153.00E.054 Part of his body to another owe,
153.00E.055 Yet at the last two perfect bodies rise,
153.00E.056 Because God knowes where every Atome lies;
153.00E.057 So, if one knowledge were made of all those,
153.00E.058 Who knew his minutes well, he might dispose
153.00E.059 His vertues into names, and ranks; but I
153.00E.060 Should injure Nature, Vertue, and Destinie,
153.00E.061 Should I divide and discontinue so
153.00E.062 Vertue, which did in one intirenesse grow.
153.00E.063 For as he that should say, spirits are fram'd
153.00E.064 Of all the purest parts that can be nam'd,
153.00E.065 Honours not spirits half so much, as he
153.00E.066 Which saies they have no parts, but simple be:
153.00E.067 So is#'t of vertue, for a point and one
153.00E.068 Are much intirer than a million,
153.00E.069 And had Fate meant to' have had his vertues told,
153.00E.070 It would have let him live to have been old.
153.00E.071 So, then, that vertue in season, and, then, this,
153.00E.072 We might have seen, and sayd, that now he is
153.00E.073 Witty, now wise, now temperate, now just:
153.00E.074 In good short lives, vertues are fain to thrust,
153.00E.075 And to be sure betimes to get a place,
153.00E.076 When they would exercise, lack time, and space.
153.00E.077 So was it in this person, forc'd to be
153.00E.078 For lack of time, his own Epitome.
153.00E.079 So to exhibite in few yeares as much,
153.00E.080 As all the long breath'd Chronicles can touch. [CW:As]
153.00E.081 As when an Angel down from heav'n doth flie, [R4]
153.00E.082 Our quick thought cannot keep him company,
153.00E.083 We cannot thinke, now he is at the Sun,
153.00E.084 Now through the Moon, now he through th'air doth \(run,
153.00E.085 Yet when he is come, we know he did repair
153.00E.086 To all 'twixt Heav'n and Earth, Sun, Moon, & Air,
153.00E.087 And as this Angel in an instant knowes,
153.00E.088 And yet we know, this sodain knowledge growes,
153.00E.089 By quick amassing severall formes of things,
153.00E.090 Which he successively to order brings;
153.00E.091 When they, whose slow-pac'd lame thoughts cannot \(goe
153.00E.092 So fast as he, think that he doth not so;
153.00E.093 Iust as a perfect reader doth not dwell
153.00E.094 On every syllable, nor stay to spell,
153.00E.095 Yet withou%It doubt he doth distinctly see,
153.00E.096 And lay together every A, and B;
153.00E.097 So, in short liv'd good men, is not understood
153.00E.098 Each severall vertue, but the compound good.
153.00E.099 For, they all vertues paths in that pace tread,
153.00E.100 As Angels goe, and know, and as men read.
153.00E.101 O why should then these men, these lumps of balm
153.00E.102 Sent hither the worlds tempest to becalm,
153.00E.103 Before by deeds, they are diffus'd and spred,
153.00E.104 And so make us alive themselves be dead?
153.00E.105 O Soule, O circle, why so quickly bee
153.00E.106 Thy ends, thy birth, and death clos'd up in thee?
153.00E.107 Since one foot of thy compasse still was plac'd
153.00E.108 In heav'n, the other might securely, have pac'd
153.00E.109 In the most large extent through every path,
153.00E.110 Which the whole world, or man the abridgement \(hath.
153.00E.111 Thou know'st, that though the tropique circles have
153.00E.112 (Yea & those smal ones which the Poles engrave,) [CW:All]
153.00E.113 All the same roundnesse, evennesse, and all [R4v]
153.00E.114 The endlesnesse of the Equinoctiall:
153.00E.115 Yet, when we come to measure distances,
153.00E.116 How here, how there, the Sunne affected is,
153.00E.117 When he doth faintly work, and when prevaile;
153.00E.118 Onely great circles, then, can be our scale:
153.00E.119 So though thy circle to thy selfe expresse
153.00E.120 All, tending to thy endlesse happinesse;
153.00E.121 And we by our good use of it may trie,
153.00E.122 Both how to live well (young) and how to die,
153.00E.123 Yet since we must be old, and age indures
153.00E.124 His Torrid Zone at Court, and calentures
153.00E.125 Of hot ambitions, irreligions ice,
153.00E.126 Zeales agues; and hydropique avarice,
153.00E.127 (Infirmities, which need the scale of truth,
153.00E.128 As well, as lust and ignorance of youth;)
153.00E.129 Why didst thou not for these give medicines too,
153.00E.130 And by thy doing set us what to do?
153.00E.131 Though as small pocket-clocks, whose every wheel
153.00E.132 Doth each mismotion and distemper feel,
153.00E.133 Whose %1hands%2 get shaking palsies, and whose %1string%2
153.00E.134 (His sinewes) slackens, and whose %1Soul%2, the spring,
153.00E.135 Expires, or languishes, whose pulse, the %1flee%2,
153.00E.136 Either beats not, or beats unevenly,
153.00E.137 Whose voyce, the %1Bell%2, doth rattle or grow dumbe,
153.00E.138 Or idle, as men, which to their last houres come,
153.00E.139 If these clocks be not wound, or be wound still,
153.00E.140 Or be not set, or set at every will,
153.00E.141 So, youth is easiest to destruction,
153.00E.142 If then we follow all, or follow none.
153.00E.143 Yet, as in great clockes, which in steeples chime,
153.00E.144 Plac'd to inform whole towns, to 'imploy their time, [CW:An]
153.00E.145 An errour doth more harme, being generall, [R5]
153.00E.146 When small clocks faults onely'on the wearer fall.
153.00E.147 So worke the faults of age, on which the eye,
153.00E.148 Of children, servants, or the State relie,
153.00E.149 Why wouldst not thou then, which hadst such a \(soul,
153.00E.150 A clock so true, as might the Sunne controul,
153.00E.151 And daily hadst from him, who gave it thee,
153.00E.152 Instructions, such as it could never bee
153.00E.153 Disordered, stay here, as a generall
153.00E.154 And great Sun-dyall, to have set us All?
153.00E.155 Oh why wouldest thou be an instrument
153.00E.156 To this unnaturall course, or why consent
153.00E.157 To this, not miracle, but prodigie,
153.00E.158 That when the ebbs longer than flowings be,
153.00E.159 Vertue, whose flood did with thy youth begin,
153.00E.160 Should so much faster ebbe out, than flow in?
153.00E.161 Though her flood were blown in, by thy first breath,
153.00E.162 All is at once sunke in the whirle-poole death.
153.00E.163 Which word I would not name, but that I see
153.00E.164 Death else a desert, growne a Court by thee.
153.00E.165 Now I am sure that if a man would have
153.00E.166 Good company, his entry is a grave.
153.00E.167 Me thinkes all Cities, now but Ant-hils bee,
153.00E.168 Where, when the severall labourers I see,
153.00E.169 For children, house, provision taking paine,
153.00E.170 They are all but Ants, carrying eggs, straw, & grain;
153.00E.171 And Church-yards are our cities, unto which
153.00E.172 The most repaire, that are in goodnesse rich.
153.00E.173 There is the best concourse and confluence,
153.00E.174 There are the holy suburbs, and from thence
153.00E.175 Begins Gods Citie, New Jerusalem,
153.00E.176 Which doth extend her utmost gates to them; [CW:At]
153.00E.177 At that gate then, Triumphant soule, dost thou [R5v]
153.00E.178 Begin thy Triumph. But since lawes allow
153.00E.179 That at the Triumph day, the people may,
153.00E.180 All that they will, 'gainst the Triumpher say,
153.00E.181 Let me here use that freedome, and expresse
153.00E.182 My grief, though not to make thy triumph lesse.
153.00E.183 By law to Triumphs none admitted be,
153.00E.184 Till they as Magistrates get victory,
153.00E.185 Though then to thy force, all youths foes did yeild,
153.00E.186 Yet till fit time had brought thee to that field,
153.00E.187 To which thy rank in this state destin'd thee,
153.00E.188 That there thy counsels might get victory,
153.00E.189 And so in that capacity remove
153.00E.190 All jealousies 'twixt Prince and Subjects love,
153.00E.191 Thou could'st no title to this Triumph have,
153.00E.192 Thou didst intrude on death, usurpe a grave.
153.00E.193 Then (though victoriously) thou hadst fought as yet
153.00E.194 But with thine own affections, with the heat
153.00E.195 Of youths desires, and colds of ignorance,
153.00E.196 But till thou should'st successefully advance
153.00E.197 Thine armes 'gainst forain enemies, which are
153.00E.198 Both Envie, and Acclamation popular,
153.00E.199 (For, both these Engines equally defeat,
153.00E.200 Though by a divers Mine, those which are great)
153.00E.201 Till then thy warre was but a civill Warre,
153.00E.202 For which to Triumph none admitted are;
153.00E.203 No more are they, who though with good successe,
153.00E.204 In a defensive warre, their power expresse.
153.00E.205 Before men triumph, the dominion
153.00E.206 Must be %1enlarg'd%2 and not %1preserv'd%2 alone;
153.00E.207 Why should'st thou then, whose battels were to win
153.00E.208 Thy self, from those straits nature put thee in, [CW:And]
153.00E.209 And to deliver up to God that state, [R6]
153.00E.210 Of which he gave thee the Vicariate,
153.00E.211 (Which is thy soul and body) as intire
153.00E.212 As he, who takes endeavours doth require,
153.00E.213 But didst not stay, t'#inlarge his Kingdome too,
153.00E.214 By making others, what thou didst to do;
153.00E.215 Why shouldst thou Triumph now, when Heav'n no /(more
153.00E.216 Hath got by getting thee, than 'thad before?
153.00E.217 For, Heav'n and thou, even when thou livedst here,
153.00E.218 Of one another in possession were;
153.00E.219 But this from Triumph most disables thee,
153.00E.220 That, that place which is conquered, must bee
153.00E.221 Left safe from present warre, and likely doubt
153.00E.222 Of imminent commotions to break out:
153.00E.223 And hath he left us so? or can it bee
153.00E.224 His territory was no more than Hee?
153.00E.225 No, we were all his charge, the Diocis
153.00E.226 Of every exemplar man, the whole world is,
153.00E.227 And he was joyned in commission
153.00E.228 With Tutelar Angels, sent to every one.
153.00E.229 But though this freedom to upbraide, and chide
153.00E.230 Him who Triumph'd, were lawfull, it was ty'd
153.00E.231 With this, that it might never reverence have
153.00E.232 Unto the Senate, who this triumph gave;
153.00E.233 Men might at Pompey jeast, but they might not
153.00E.234 At that Authority, by which he got
153.00E.235 Leave to Triumph, before by age he might
153.00E.236 So, though triumphant soul, I dare to write
153.00E.237 Mov'd with a reverentiall anger, thus,
153.00E.238 That thou so early wouldst abandon us;
153.00E.239 Yet I am farre from daring to dispute
153.00E.240 With that great soveraignty, whose absolute [CW:Prerogative]
153.00E.241 Prerogative hath thus dispens'd with thee, [R6v]
153.00E.242 'Gainst natures lawes, which just impugners be
153.00E.243 Of early triumphs; And I (though with pain)
153.00E.244 Lessen our losse, to magnifie thy gain
153.00E.245 Of triumph, when I say, It was more fit,
153.00E.246 That all men should lack thee, than thou lack it.
153.00E.247 Though then in our time, be not suffered
153.00E.248 That testimony of love, unto the dead,
153.00E.249 To die with them, and in their graves be hid,
153.00E.250 As Saxon wives, and French soldarii did;
153.00E.251 And though in no degree I can expresse
153.00E.252 Griefe in great Alexanders great excesse,
153.00E.253 Who at his friends death made whole townes devest
153.00E.254 Their wals and bulwarks, which became them best:
153.00E.255 Doe not faire soule this sacrifice refuse,[MH]~.[CtY]
153.00E.256 That in thy grave I doe interre my Muse,
153.00E.257 Which by my griefe, great as thy worth, being cast
153.00E.258 Behind hand, yet hath spoke, and spoke her last.
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