Phyala Lachrymarum: Or A Few Friendly Teares, shed over the dead Body of Mr Nathaniel Weld Mr of Arts of Emanuel Colledge in Cambridge who in the short journey of his life, died betweene the five and sixe and twentieth yeare of his youth, 1633. Together with sundry choyce Meditations of Mortalitie [by William Lathum] |
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And last, a traile of winding Ivie let
Run all along, on either side beset
With sprigs of Daphnis, stain'd with drops of gold,
And Olive leaves that still with peace doth hold;
In signe that hee with conquest dy'd in peace,
And doth the number of the Saints increase
In eviternall peace, free from annoy
Of all this worlds fond cares, which wont destroy
All true content, and racks mens hearts in twaine,
And makes them old before their time, to gaine
Some one or other worldly good, which hence
They must not with them beare; and this torments
Their very soules, and makes that grudgingly
With great reluctance hopelesse many die.
So nor in life nor death with peace are blest.
But to returne whence I too farre digrest.
Run all along, on either side beset
With sprigs of Daphnis, stain'd with drops of gold,
And Olive leaves that still with peace doth hold;
In signe that hee with conquest dy'd in peace,
And doth the number of the Saints increase
In eviternall peace, free from annoy
Of all this worlds fond cares, which wont destroy
All true content, and racks mens hearts in twaine,
And makes them old before their time, to gaine
Some one or other worldly good, which hence
They must not with them beare; and this torments
Their very soules, and makes that grudgingly
With great reluctance hopelesse many die.
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But to returne whence I too farre digrest.
Now on his Hersea counterpoint be cast,
And on this counterpoint, this Garland plac't,
In token of th'integritie and truth
And single Cælibat of his chast youth:
For single life, right soberly maintain'd,
And kept from being vitiously profan'd,
Gaines thanks of God and man, and with renowne
And happy praise, both life and death doth crowne.
And on this counterpoint, this Garland plac't,
In token of th'integritie and truth
And single Cælibat of his chast youth:
For single life, right soberly maintain'd,
And kept from being vitiously profan'd,
Gaines thanks of God and man, and with renowne
And happy praise, both life and death doth crowne.
Now forward set, in order, two and two,
And to the Temple doe before him goe,
Some with long Rosemary-branches in your hands,
Dangling with blacke, and ashie-pale Ribbands;
And some againe with both your handfulls come
Of sav'ry Dyll, and senting Marjorum;
And that Thessalian herbe, whence busie bees
Suck hunny, and with waxe doe load their knees:
And all the way with slips of wormwood dresse
In signe of this dayes bitter heavinesse.
And to the Temple doe before him goe,
Some with long Rosemary-branches in your hands,
Dangling with blacke, and ashie-pale Ribbands;
And some againe with both your handfulls come
Of sav'ry Dyll, and senting Marjorum;
And that Thessalian herbe, whence busie bees
Suck hunny, and with waxe doe load their knees:
And all the way with slips of wormwood dresse
In signe of this dayes bitter heavinesse.
Clean-purging Isop bring, and Germander,
With Cotton, and her sister Lavander;
Bring Balme, that quickly heales any green wound;
And sage, that all the vitall parts keeps sound;
And Camomel, (how ever meane and base)
The Embleme of true constancie and grace;
That doth against all scornfull feet oppose,
And much more sweet, for thy', and thicker growes.
And Sallet-budded Broom, wholsome and good
To purge, and eeke, the waterish-wasted blood.
Bring Strawberry, Primrose, Plantan leaves, Toutsain,
And all what ever Simples, soveraigne
For mans reliefe, (for in, or outward cure)
Bring some of all, leave none behinde, be sure:
Bring Saint Johns Wort, whose vertuous oyle may dare
(For skill in healing) with selfe Balme compare.)
And Lungwort (soveraigne above all the rest)
To ease the straitned bellowes of the brest;
And all the worts that ere yee reckon can,
For they are all wel-willers unto man.
And let not herbe of Grace forgotten bee,
Which (as 'tis such) with him doth well agree:
For, full was hee of grace: and (as 'tis Rewe)
It us befits, our rewfull hearts to shew.
Yea, Rushes bring, (which strewed wont to been
To welcome friendly strangers seldome seene.)
With Cotton, and her sister Lavander;
Bring Balme, that quickly heales any green wound;
And sage, that all the vitall parts keeps sound;
And Camomel, (how ever meane and base)
The Embleme of true constancie and grace;
That doth against all scornfull feet oppose,
And much more sweet, for thy', and thicker growes.
And Sallet-budded Broom, wholsome and good
To purge, and eeke, the waterish-wasted blood.
Bring Strawberry, Primrose, Plantan leaves, Toutsain,
And all what ever Simples, soveraigne
For mans reliefe, (for in, or outward cure)
Bring some of all, leave none behinde, be sure:
Bring Saint Johns Wort, whose vertuous oyle may dare
(For skill in healing) with selfe Balme compare.)
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To ease the straitned bellowes of the brest;
And all the worts that ere yee reckon can,
For they are all wel-willers unto man.
And let not herbe of Grace forgotten bee,
Which (as 'tis such) with him doth well agree:
For, full was hee of grace: and (as 'tis Rewe)
It us befits, our rewfull hearts to shew.
Yea, Rushes bring, (which strewed wont to been
To welcome friendly strangers seldome seene.)
But bring no hearbs (I charge) of evill fame,
That banefull ever to mans life became,
To let in death, ere their appointed howre,
By their cold juice, and inward deadly power.
That banefull ever to mans life became,
To let in death, ere their appointed howre,
By their cold juice, and inward deadly power.
Therefore (I you areed) no sleepie slip
Of Poppie 'mongst your other hearbs let slip;
No Coloquintida, ne no Henbane,
Nor Hemlocke, that intoxicates the braine;
Nor Fennell-finkle, bring for flattery,
Begot of lies and fained courtesie.
Of Poppie 'mongst your other hearbs let slip;
No Coloquintida, ne no Henbane,
Nor Hemlocke, that intoxicates the braine;
Nor Fennell-finkle, bring for flattery,
Begot of lies and fained courtesie.
But above all, as yee love him, this day
Whose funerall yee doon attend, I pray
Bring not the leaves of that sowre Indian fume,
(The common Mountebanke) which, not the rheum,
But all diseases else, to cure dare vaunt,
(At least prevent) which in our bodies haunt:
Which taints the breath, and (worse than any goat)
Doth make it stinke, whereon men so do doate,
That Morning, Noone, and Night, they wont it take,
And their continuall deere companion make.
So like that poysonous Arrian Heresie,
It all the world hath over-run well nigh;
For now all matters ended, or begun,
Must through this smoakie purgatory runne.
And all what ere wee eate and drinke is choak'd
Yea, sacred meat and drinke therewith are smoak'd.
Whose funerall yee doon attend, I pray
Bring not the leaves of that sowre Indian fume,
(The common Mountebanke) which, not the rheum,
But all diseases else, to cure dare vaunt,
(At least prevent) which in our bodies haunt:
Which taints the breath, and (worse than any goat)
Doth make it stinke, whereon men so do doate,
That Morning, Noone, and Night, they wont it take,
And their continuall deere companion make.
So like that poysonous Arrian Heresie,
It all the world hath over-run well nigh;
For now all matters ended, or begun,
Must through this smoakie purgatory runne.
And all what ere wee eate and drinke is choak'd
Yea, sacred meat and drinke therewith are smoak'd.
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With that pragmatick-crotched-pated
Fryer,
Who Niter first devis'd to set on fire,
And to discharge it from that fatall gin,
To'th bane of men, to thunder neere of kin;
May he of all posteritie be curst
Who brought this weed in daily practice first:
Ah, for 'twas this unsavory fulsome weed,
That traiterously conspir'd his death indeed;
Provoking him to cough, which broke a veine
Within his lungs, first causer of his bane.
All wee for thy', who now bewitched are
With this deceitfull drugge, in time beware.
Who Niter first devis'd to set on fire,
And to discharge it from that fatall gin,
To'th bane of men, to thunder neere of kin;
May he of all posteritie be curst
Who brought this weed in daily practice first:
Ah, for 'twas this unsavory fulsome weed,
That traiterously conspir'd his death indeed;
Provoking him to cough, which broke a veine
Within his lungs, first causer of his bane.
All wee for thy', who now bewitched are
With this deceitfull drugge, in time beware.
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