An Aprill Shower Shed in abundance of Teares, For the Death and Incomparable Losse, of the Right Noble, Truly Religious, and Virtuous, Richard Sacvile, Baron of Buckhurst, and Earle of Dorset. Who Departed this Life upon Easter day last, being the 28th of March, at Dorset-House. By Henry Peacham |
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A double Vision vpon the Death of this Noble Lord.
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A double Vision vpon the Death of this Noble Lord.
Mee thought I saw by
Dvrovernvm, where
Along the Siluer-streaming Stovre doth slide
A louely Nymph, her wiery-golden haire
Sit rending, wayling that faire place beside,
More beauteous Creature the worlds Compasse wide
Ne had: her rayment white, her cheekes besprent,
With blubbred teares, and on a Crosse shee leant.
Along the Siluer-streaming Stovre doth slide
A louely Nymph, her wiery-golden haire
Sit rending, wayling that faire place beside,
More beauteous Creature the worlds Compasse wide
Ne had: her rayment white, her cheekes besprent,
With blubbred teares, and on a Crosse shee leant.
To whom, ah whom, shall now I make my mone?
Or who (shee said) will pitie my distresse?
Sith now my nearest dearest Friend is gone,
Who shall Religion (wel-nie Comfortlesse)
Commiserate? (yet many doe professe
A seeming friendship) and her labours cherish,
Or giue me Bread, that heere I may not perish?
Or who (shee said) will pitie my distresse?
Sith now my nearest dearest Friend is gone,
Who shall Religion (wel-nie Comfortlesse)
Commiserate? (yet many doe professe
A seeming friendship) and her labours cherish,
Or giue me Bread, that heere I may not perish?
I finde with many gratious entertaine
(In Kentish soyle) yet Dorvs was the man
Whose loue I had, and hee my heart againe,
Wonne by his Braue and Royall bountie, whan
I deeply languish'd, that Physitian
Of life dispaired, me hee then relieued,
And gaue most Comfort, when I most was grieued.
(In Kentish soyle) yet Dorvs was the man
Whose loue I had, and hee my heart againe,
Wonne by his Braue and Royall bountie, whan
I deeply languish'd, that Physitian
Of life dispaired, me hee then relieued,
And gaue most Comfort, when I most was grieued.
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But hee is Dead; with that a sigh shee fetch'd,
As mought haue torne an heart of steele in twaine,
And said; blest Soule (with handes on high out-stretch'd)
Where-euer thou in Heauen dost remaine,
Enjoy thy Blisse, for hardly I againe
Thy like shall finde, therewith I wak'd in bed,
But Riuer, Nymph, and all were vanished.
As mought haue torne an heart of steele in twaine,
And said; blest Soule (with handes on high out-stretch'd)
Where-euer thou in Heauen dost remaine,
Enjoy thy Blisse, for hardly I againe
Thy like shall finde, therewith I wak'd in bed,
But Riuer, Nymph, and all were vanished.
The Second Vision.
I saw a goodly Lawrell, streight and Greene,
Vpon whose top sweet singing Birds did build,
Whose like Pernassvs Bay-bound head I weene,
Nor Tempe, pride of Thessalie, could yeeld,
Whereto repayr'd the Shepheard of the Field:
But Muses most heere-vnder did delight,
In Heate, their Hymnes and holy thinges endite.
Vpon whose top sweet singing Birds did build,
Whose like Pernassvs Bay-bound head I weene,
Nor Tempe, pride of Thessalie, could yeeld,
Whereto repayr'd the Shepheard of the Field:
But Muses most heere-vnder did delight,
In Heate, their Hymnes and holy thinges endite.
But sodainly the enuious owner came,
And at the roote did lay with all his might,
That downe it fell, together with the same,
The Nestes and tender Young, vnfit for flight;
That much my heart was grieued at the sight,
But more, because the Muse had lost her Freind
Whose armes from harmes her state did still defend.
And at the roote did lay with all his might,
That downe it fell, together with the same,
The Nestes and tender Young, vnfit for flight;
That much my heart was grieued at the sight,
But more, because the Muse had lost her Freind
Whose armes from harmes her state did still defend.
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