Honors Fame in Trivmph Riding . Or, The Life and Death of the Late Honorable Earle of Essex [i.e. Robert Pricket] |
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Upon the Author and his subiect.
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Upon the Author and his subiect.
Thou that true Honor from the graue doest raise,And on Fames golden wings doest make it flie:
Who with thy Pen the neuer dying praise,
From ground doest lift vp to the Starrie skie,
Of that braue Earle, whose life the greatest glory,
Whose death to Britaine yeeldes the saddest storie.
Oh giue me leaue thy faithfull hart t'admire.
Which suffrest not thy loue with him to dye:
But with thy Muse doest make affections fire
To shine most bright, now he intomb'd doth lye.
And as thy sword while he inioy'd his breath,
So now thy Pen doth serue him after death.
Thy worke I cannot say doth match his worth,
For heauen and earth doth equall that no more:
Tis praise for Prickets Pen, if it pricke forth
Some gowned Muse his fortunes to deplore.
Schollers and Souldiers both were to him bound,
Why should they not be both like thankefull found:
All those braue Romaines whom the world admir'd
So much for their high magnanimitie,
With morrall vertues were not more inspir'd,
Besides his cleere light of Diuinitie.
All his lifes morne he like a Romaine led,
At noone like a Diuine went to deaths bed.
Epita. There sleepes great Essex, dearling of mankinde,
Faire Honors lampe, soule Enuies pray, Artes fame,
Natures pride, Vertues bulwarke, lure of minde,
Wisdomes flower, Valoures tower, Fortunes shame:
Englands sunne, Belgias light, Frances star, Spaines thūder,
Lysbones lightning, Irelands clowde, the whole worlds wonder.
Ch. Best. Arm.
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