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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Divortium Animæ.
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Divortium Animæ.
Hast ever knowne two faithfull bosome frends,
Affected like in all their aimes, and ends,
After long absence, hast observ'd their meeting,
Their over-joy, and manner of their greeting:
Silent, long-looking in each others faces,
Whilst each his frend within his armes embraces,
Like April-showr's, and Sun-shine mixt together,
Each weeping, and each laughing over either,
Till mutuall passions having run their course,
Both by degrees, fall freely to discourse?
Affected like in all their aimes, and ends,
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Their over-joy, and manner of their greeting:
Silent, long-looking in each others faces,
Whilst each his frend within his armes embraces,
Like April-showr's, and Sun-shine mixt together,
Each weeping, and each laughing over either,
Till mutuall passions having run their course,
Both by degrees, fall freely to discourse?
Ah, but say now, hast ever seene these twaine
Upon occasion forc'd to part again?
Hast seene two lovers, new made man and wife,
Inforc'd to part? how bitter is their strife?
What sighs? what teares? what namelesse Creve-tæur?
What greefe unutterable doon they endure?
What lowd Alewes? what heavinesse of heart?
What lamentations when they come to part?
What anguish? and with what a deale of paine
Take these their leave, as ne're to meete againe?
Upon occasion forc'd to part again?
Hast seene two lovers, new made man and wife,
Inforc'd to part? how bitter is their strife?
What sighs? what teares? what namelesse Creve-tæur?
What greefe unutterable doon they endure?
What lowd Alewes? what heavinesse of heart?
What lamentations when they come to part?
What anguish? and with what a deale of paine
Take these their leave, as ne're to meete againe?
Hast seene a man from his deere home exil'd?
Hast heard a mother parting from her child?
What weeping, wailing, and what heavinesse?
What contristation, even to excesse?
And how unable reason is to sway
Th'unbeveld passion, or it make obey?
Hast heard a mother parting from her child?
What weeping, wailing, and what heavinesse?
What contristation, even to excesse?
And how unable reason is to sway
Th'unbeveld passion, or it make obey?
Or hast thou ere observ'd that passionate,
And dolefull quest, that heart affecting-blate
Of lambes, lamenting their deere dammes restraint?
Or mark'd the mournfull noise and pitteous plaint,
Doubled, and oft redoubled by the dammes,
At present parting from their little lambes?
And dolefull quest, that heart affecting-blate
Of lambes, lamenting their deere dammes restraint?
Or mark'd the mournfull noise and pitteous plaint,
Doubled, and oft redoubled by the dammes,
At present parting from their little lambes?
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Hast ere beene present at some Cities sacke,
And seene the havocke, and the wofull wrack,
When to the surly souldier once betraid,
The modest matron, and the untoucht maid,
So most unmannerly, spite of their heart,
With their deere honours are compell'd to part?
What reluctation, and what sturdie strife?
What meanes, what shifts, the jewell of their life
To save from spoyle, and losse? what vows, what pray'r?
What humble 'haviour? and what speaking faire?
What deep distraction? and what heavie cheere?
How loth to yeeld (alacke) yet ne're the neere.
And seene the havocke, and the wofull wrack,
When to the surly souldier once betraid,
The modest matron, and the untoucht maid,
So most unmannerly, spite of their heart,
With their deere honours are compell'd to part?
What reluctation, and what sturdie strife?
What meanes, what shifts, the jewell of their life
To save from spoyle, and losse? what vows, what pray'r?
What humble 'haviour? and what speaking faire?
What deep distraction? and what heavie cheere?
How loth to yeeld (alacke) yet ne're the neere.
Like loth, and with as much, or more adoe,
Bodie and soule each other do forgoe.
Ah when the soule comes warning once to give,
That shee no longer in her house will live:
Ne, not so much as sojourne any more,
Where shee hath dwelt so many yeares before,
At this sad news; like fruit with windie blast,
Downe in a transe the weakly bodie 's cast:
Inly, the very bowels yearne with griefe,
The stomacke nauseats at wont reliefe,
The straightned lungs breath hardly, short and thicke,
The head's distempred, and the heart is sicke,
And every roome and corner of the house
Fill'd with darke steems and vapours nubilous.
Bodie and soule each other do forgoe.
Ah when the soule comes warning once to give,
That shee no longer in her house will live:
Ne, not so much as sojourne any more,
Where shee hath dwelt so many yeares before,
At this sad news; like fruit with windie blast,
Downe in a transe the weakly bodie 's cast:
Inly, the very bowels yearne with griefe,
The stomacke nauseats at wont reliefe,
The straightned lungs breath hardly, short and thicke,
The head's distempred, and the heart is sicke,
And every roome and corner of the house
Fill'd with darke steems and vapours nubilous.
In this disconsolate and sickly state,
The soule the body doth commiserate;
And through meere sympathy is ill at ease;
Therefore all griefe on both sides to appease,
And now resolv'd no longer while to stay,
Shee forth of doores slips suddenly away.
The soule the body doth commiserate;
And through meere sympathy is ill at ease;
Therefore all griefe on both sides to appease,
And now resolv'd no longer while to stay,
Shee forth of doores slips suddenly away.
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Eftsoons all's husht, and the whole house at rest,
Onely the eyes which but they beene supprest
Wide open stand, and their lids upward raise,
Still after her, that was their life and light, to gaze.
Onely the eyes which but they beene supprest
Wide open stand, and their lids upward raise,
Still after her, that was their life and light, to gaze.
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