IDENTILIN$$ F15300G|Har|1669(CtY,KyU,L,TxLT)|sigs.R1v-R6,pp.242-51|P:MEL/(TxAM)/1-18-07 153.00G.HE1 Obsequies on the Lord %1Harrington%2, &c. /%1To the Countess of Bedford.%2 [R2] 153.00G.001 FAir soul, which wast, not only as all souls be, 153.00G.002 Then when thou wast infused, harmony, 153.00G.003 But did'st continue so; and now dost bear 153.00G.004 A part in Gods great Organ, this whole Sphear: 153.00G.005 If looking up to God, or down to us, 153.00G.006 Thou find that any way is pervious, 153.00G.007 'Twixt heav'n and earth, and that mens actions do 153.00G.008 Come to your knowledg and affections too, 153.00G.009 See, and with joy, me to that good degree 153.00G.010 Of goodness grown, that I can study thee, 153.00G.011 And by these meditations refin'd, 153.00G.012 Can unapparel and inlarge my mind, 153.00G.013 And so can make by this soft extasie, 153.00G.014 This place a map of heaven, my self of thee. 153.00G.015 Thou seest me here at midnight, now all rest; 153.00G.016 Times dead-low water; when all minds divest 153.00G.017 To morrows business, when the labourers have 153.00G.018 Such rest in bed, that their last Church-yard grave, [CW:Sub-] 153.00G.019 Subject to change, will scarce be a type of this, [R2v] 153.00G.020 Now when the Client, whose last hearing is, 153.00G.021 To morrow, sleeps, when the condemned man, 153.00G.022 (Who when he opes his eyes, must shut them than 153.00G.023 Again by death,) although sad watch he keep, 153.00G.024 Doth practise dying by a little sleep, 153.00G.025 Thou at this midnight seest me, and as soon 153.00G.026 As that sun rises to me, midnight's noon, 153.00G.027 All the world grows transparent, and I see 153.00G.028 Through all both Church and State, in seeing thee; 153.00G.029 And I discern by favour of this light, 153.00G.030 My self, the hardyest object of the sight. 153.00G.031 God is the glass; as thou when thou dost see 153.00G.032 Him who sees all, seest all concerning thee: 153.00G.033 So, yet unglorified, I comprehend 153.00G.034 All, in these mirrours of thy waies and end; 153.00G.035 Though God be our true glass, through which we see 153.00G.036 All, since the being of all things is he, 153.00G.037 Yet are the trunks which do to us derive 153.00G.038 Things in proportion, fit by perspective, 153.00G.039 Deeds of good men: for by their being here, 153.00G.040 Vertues, indeed remote, seem to be near. 153.00G.041 But where can I affirm or where arrest 153.00G.042 My thoughts on his deeds? which shall I call best? 153.00G.043 For fluid virtue cannot be look'd on, 153.00G.044 Nor can indure a contemplation; 153.00G.045 As bodies change, and as I do not wear 153.00G.046 Those spirits, humours, blood I did last year, 153.00G.047 And, as if on a stream I fix mine eye, 153.00G.048 That drop, which I look'd on, is presently 153.00G.049 Pusht with more waters from my sight, and gone: 153.00G.050 So in this sea of vertues, can no one 153.00G.051 Be#'insisted on, Vertues as rivers pass, 153.00G.052 Yet still remains that vertuous man there was; [CW:And] 153.00G.053 And as if man feed on mans flesh, and so [R3] 153.00G.054 Part of his body to another ow, 153.00G.055 Yet at the last two perfect bodies rise, 153.00G.056 Because God knows where every Atome lies; 153.00G.057 So, if one knowledge were made of all those, 153.00G.058 Who knew his minutes well, he might dispose 153.00G.059 His vertues into names, and ranks; but I 153.00G.060 Should injure Nature, Vertue, and Destiny, 153.00G.061 Should I divide and discontinue so 153.00G.062 Vertue, which did in one intireness grow. 153.00G.063 For as he that should say, spirits are fram'd 153.00G.064 Of all the purest parts that can be nam'd, 153.00G.065 Honours not spirits half so much, as he 153.00G.066 Which saies they have no parts, but simple be: 153.00G.067 So is't of vertue, for a point and one 153.00G.068 Are much intirer than a million. 153.00G.069 And had Fate meant t' have had his vertues told, 153.00G.070 It would have let him live to have been old. 153.00G.071 So, then, that vertue in season, and, then, this, 153.00G.072 We might have seen, and said, that now he is 153.00G.073 Witty, now wise, now temperate, now just: 153.00G.074 In good short lives, vertues are fain to thrust, 153.00G.075 And to be sure betimes to get a place, 153.00G.076 When they would exercise, last time, and space. 153.00G.077 So was it in this person, forc'd to be 153.00G.078 For lack of time, his own Epitome. 153.00G.079 So to exhibite in few years as much, 153.00G.080 As all the long breath'd Chroniclers can touch. 153.00G.081 As when an Angel down from heav'n doth fly, 153.00G.082 Our quick thought cannot keep him company, 153.00G.083 We cannot think, now he is at the Sun, 153.00G.084 Now through the Moon, now through th' air doth run, 153.00G.085 Yet when he 'is come, we know he did repair 153.00G.086 To all 'twixt Heav'n and Earth, Sun, Moon, and Air; [CW:And] 153.00G.087 And as this Angel in an instant knows, [R3v] 153.00G.088 And yet we know this sodain knowledg grows, 153.00G.089 By quick amassing several forms of things, 153.00G.090 Which he successively to order brings; 153.00G.091 When they, whose slow-pac'd lame thoughts cannot go 153.00G.092 So fast as he, think that he doth not so; 153.00G.093 Just as a perfect reader doth not dwell 153.00G.094 On every syllable, nor stay to spell, 153.00G.095 Yet without doubt he doth distinctly see, 153.00G.096 And lay together every A, and B; 153.00G.097 So, in short liv'd good men, is not understood 153.00G.098 Each several vertue, but the compound good. 153.00G.099 For, they all vertues paths in that pace tread, 153.00G.100 As Angels go, and know, and as men read. 153.00G.101 O why should then these men, these lumps of balm 153.00G.102 Sent hither the worlds tempest to becalm, 153.00G.103 Before by deeds, they are diffus'd and spred, 153.00G.104 And so make us alive, themselves be dead? 153.00G.105 O Soul! O circle! why so quickly be 153.00G.106 Thy ends, thy birth, and death clos'd up in thee? 153.00G.107 Since one foot of thy compass still was plac'd 153.00G.108 In heav'n, the other might securely have pac'd 153.00G.109 In the most large extent through every path, 153.00G.110 Which the whole world, or man the abridgment hath. 153.00G.111 Thou know'st, that though the tropique circles have 153.00G.112 (Yea and those small ones which the Poles engrave,) 153.00G.113 All the same roundness, evenness, and all 153.00G.114 The endlesness of th' Equinoctial: 153.00G.115 Yet, when we come to measure distances, 153.00G.116 How here, how there, the Sun affected is, 153.00G.117 When he doth faintly work, and when prevail; 153.00G.118 Only great circles, then, can be our scale: 153.00G.119 So though thy circle to thy self express 153.00G.120 All, tending to thy endless happiness; [CW:And] 153.00G.121 And we by our good use of it may try, [R4] 153.00G.122 Both how to live well (young) and how to dy, 153.00G.123 Yet since we must be old, and age indures 153.00G.124 His Torrid Zone at Court, and calentures 153.00G.125 Of hot ambition, irreligions ice, 153.00G.126 Zeales agues; and hydroptique avarice, 153.00G.127 (Infirmities, which need the scale of truth, 153.00G.128 As well as lust, and ignorance of youth;) 153.00G.129 Why didst thou not for these give medicines too, 153.00G.130 And by thy doing tell us what to do? 153.00G.131 Though as small pocket-clocks, whose every wheel 153.00G.132 Doth each mis-motion and distemper feel, 153.00G.133 Whose %1hands%2 gets shaking palsies, and whose %1string%2 153.00G.134 (His sinews) slackens, and whose %1Soul%2, the spring, 153.00G.135 Expires, or languishes; whose pulse, the %1flee%2, 153.00G.136 Either beats not, or beats unevenly, 153.00G.137 Whose voyce, the %1Bell%2, doth rattle or grow dumb, 153.00G.138 Or idle, as men, which to their last hour come, 153.00G.139 If these clocks be not wound, or be wound still, 153.00G.140 Or be not set, or set at every will; 153.00G.141 So, youth is easiest to destruction, 153.00G.142 If then we follow all, or follow none. 153.00G.143 Yet, as in great clocks, which in steeples chime, 153.00G.144 Plac'd to inform whole towns, to 'imploy their time, 153.00A.145 An errour doth more harm, being generall, 153.00G.146 When small clocks faults only 'on the wearer fall. 153.00G.147 So work the faults of age, on which the eye, 153.00G.148 Of children, servants, or the State rely, 153.00G.149 Why wouldst not thou then, which hadst such a soul, 153.00G.150 A clock so true, as might the Sun controul, 153.00G.151 And daily hadst from him, who gave it thee, 153.00G.152 Instructions, such as it could never be 153.00G.153 Disordered, stay here, as a generall 153.00G.154 And great Sun-dyal, to have set us All? [CW:Oh] 153.00G.155 Oh why wouldst thou be an instrument [R4v] 153.00G.156 To this unnatural course, or why consent 153.00G.157 To this, not miracle, but prodigy, 153.00G.158 That when the ebbs longer than flowings be, 153.00G.159 Vertue, whose flood did with thy youth begin, 153.00G.160 Should so much faster ebbe out, than flow in? 153.00G.161 Though her flood were blown in, by thy first breath, 153.00G.162 All is at once sunk in the whirle-pool death. 153.00G.163 Which word I would not name, but that I see 153.00G.164 Death else a desart, grown a Court by thee. 153.00G.165 Now I am sure that if a man would have 153.00G.166 Good company, his entry is a grave. 153.00G.167 Me-thinks all Cities, now but Ant-hills be, 153.00G.168 Where when the several labourers I see, 153.00G.169 For children, house, provision taking pain, 153.00G.170 They are all but Ants, carrying eggs, straw, and grain; 153.00G.171 And Church-yards are our cities, unto which 153.00G.172 The most repair, that are in goodness rich. 153.00G.173 There is the best concourse and confluence, 153.00G.174 There are the holy suburbs, and from thence 153.00G.175 Begins Gods City, new Jerusalem, 153.00G.176 Which doth extend her utmost gates to them; 153.00G.177 At that gate then, Triumphant soul, dost thou 153.00G.178 Begin thy Triumph. But since laws allow 153.00G.179 That at the Triumph day, the people may, 153.00G.180 All that they will, 'gainst the Triumpher say, 153.00G.181 Let me here use that freedom, and express 153.00G.182 My grief, though not to make thy triumph less. 153.00G.183 By law to Triumphs none admitted be, 153.00G.184 Till they as Magistrates get victory, 153.00G.185 Though then to thy force, all youths foes did yield, 153.00G.186 Yet till fit time had brought thee to that field, 153.00G.187 To which thy rank in this state destin'd thee, 153.00G.188 That there thy counsels might get victory, [CW:And] 153.00G.189 And so in that capacity remove [R5] 153.00G.190 All jealousies 'twixt Prince and Subjects love, 153.00G.191 Thou couldst no title to this Triumph have, 153.00G.192 Thou didst intrude on death, usurpe a grave. 153.00G.193 Then (though victoriously) thou hadst fought as yet 153.00G.194 But with thine own affections, with the heat 153.00G.195 Of youths desires, and colds of ignorance, 153.00G.196 But till thou shouldst successfully advance, 153.00G.197 Thine arms 'gainst forain enemies, which are 153.00G.198 Both Envy, and Acclamations popular, 153.00G.199 (For, both these Engines equally defeat, 153.00G.200 Though by a divers Mine, those which are great) 153.00G.201 Till then thy war was but a civil War, 153.00G.202 For which to Triumph none admitted are; 153.00G.203 No more are they, who though with good success, 153.00G.204 In a defensive war, their power express. 153.00G.205 Before men triumph, the dominion 153.00G.206 Must be %1enlarg'd%2 and not %1preserv'd%2 alone; 153.00G.207 Why shouldst thou then, whose battels were to win 153.00G.208 Thy self, from those straits nature put thee in, 153.00G.209 And to deliver up to God that state, 153.00G.210 Of which he gave thee the Vicariate, 153.00G.211 (Which is thy soul and body) as intire 153.00G.212 As he, who takes Indentours doth require, 153.00G.213 But didst not stay, t'#inlarge his Kingdom too, 153.00G.214 By making others, what thou didst to do; 153.00G.215 Why shouldst thou Triumph now, when Heav'n no more 153.00G.216 Hath got by getting thee, than 't had before? 153.00G.217 For, Heav'n and thou, even when thou livedst here, 153.00G.218 Of one another in possession were; 153.00G.219 But this from Triumph most disables thee, 153.00G.220 That, that place which is conquered, must be 153.00G.221 Left safe from present war, and likely doubt 153.00G.222 Of imminent commotions to break out; [CW:And] 153.00G.223 And hath he left us so? or can it be [R5v] 153.00G.224 This territory was no more than He? 153.00G.225 No, we were all his charge, the Diocis 153.00G.226 Of every exemplar man, the whole world is, 153.00G.227 And he was joyned in commission 153.00G.228 With Tutelar Angels, sent to every one. 153.00G.229 But though this freedom to upbraid, and chide 153.00G.230 Him who Triumph'd, were lawful, it was ty'd 153.00G.231 With this, that it might never reference have 153.00G.232 Unto the Senate, who this triumph gave; 153.00G.233 Men might at Pompey jest, but they might not 153.00G.234 At that Authority by which he got 153.00G.235 Leave to Triumph, before by age he might; 153.00G.236 So, though triumphant soul, I dare to write 153.00G.237 Mov'd with a reverential anger, thus, 153.00G.238 That thou so early wouldst abandon us; 153.00G.239 Yet I am far from daring to dispute 153.00G.240 With that great soveraignty, whose Absolute 153.00G.241 Prerogative hath thus dispens'd with thee, 153.00G.242 'Gainst natures laws, which just impugners be 153.00G.243 Of early triumps; And I (though with pain) 153.00G.244 Lessen our loss, to magnifie thy gain 153.00G.245 Of triumph, when I say it was more fit, 153.00G.246 That all men should lack thee, than thou lack it. 153.00G.247 Though then in our times, be not suffered 153.00G.248 That testimony of love, unto the dead, 153.00G.249 To dy with them, and in their graves be hid, 153.00G.250 As Saxon wives, and French Soldarii did; 153.00G.251 And though in no degree I can express 153.00G.252 Grief in great Alexanders great excess, 153.00G.253 Who at his friends death made whole towns divest 153.00G.254 Their walls and bulworks, which became them best: 153.00G.255 Do not fair soul this sacrifice refuse. 153.00G.256 That in thy grave I do interr my Muse, [CW:Which] 153.00G.257 Which by my grief, great as thy worth, being cast [R6] 153.00G.258 Behind hand, yet hath spoke, and spoke her last. 153.00G.SS om 153.00G.$$