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Vpon the Right honourable A. I. of Drum.
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Vpon the Right honourable A. I. of Drum.
Fame.
Come me (the Herold of the heauens) behold,
Remembrance mouth, and neuer dying Fame,
Tongue vnto Time, and Trenchman vncontrold,
Reporter cheefe, and Publisher supreame,
In Ioyfull Thesis, or in tragick Theame,
VVhat be aboue, or in the Earth, belaw,
By Prouidence, preordain'd to proclaime,
Jn swiftest sort, to signifie and shaw,
The will, decrees, Occurrents, now, and then,
Of Gods eternall, and of mortall Men.
Remembrance mouth, and neuer dying Fame,
Tongue vnto Time, and Trenchman vncontrold,
Reporter cheefe, and Publisher supreame,
In Ioyfull Thesis, or in tragick Theame,
VVhat be aboue, or in the Earth, belaw,
By Prouidence, preordain'd to proclaime,
Jn swiftest sort, to signifie and shaw,
The will, decrees, Occurrents, now, and then,
Of Gods eternall, and of mortall Men.
Truth, Vertue, Loue, Faith, Pietie and Peace,
Prest with complaints, importun'd, and oprest;
Their Synode set, this Sepulture the place,
This Death, their Dolor, to dilate a drest,
In mourning manner for to manifest,
What all the liuing, and this Land hath lost,
A Baron bold, of blood, an of the best,
A mundane Mirrour but a Matcha almost,
A perfect Paterne plenished withall,
The excellent, and virtues Cardinall.
Prest with complaints, importun'd, and oprest;
Their Synode set, this Sepulture the place,
This Death, their Dolor, to dilate a drest,
In mourning manner for to manifest,
What all the liuing, and this Land hath lost,
A Baron bold, of blood, an of the best,
A mundane Mirrour but a Matcha almost,
A perfect Paterne plenished withall,
The excellent, and virtues Cardinall.
Each one of these, are damnified by daith,
Each one of these, are wounded with this wrack,
Each one of these, are iustly wrongd and wraith,
To each of these, an Louer is in lackt,
Each one of these, with Death their band, shal break,
To honour him, and in Remembrance haue,
And each of these, hes sworne this for his sake,
For to ingrosse, his graces on his graue,
And hing on high, aboue, his honours Herse,
His worthines, and vertues into verse.
Each one of these, are wounded with this wrack,
Each one of these, are iustly wrongd and wraith,
To each of these, an Louer is in lackt,
Each one of these, with Death their band, shal break,
To honour him, and in Remembrance haue,
And each of these, hes sworne this for his sake,
For to ingrosse, his graces on his graue,
And hing on high, aboue, his honours Herse,
His worthines, and vertues into verse.
Receiue then Earth, and in thy bosome lay,
This fragill frame, in substance like thy sell,
A Man of mold, conuerted into clay,
Whose Truth and whose, integritie to tell,
Leaue vnto Me, the restless ringing Bell,
Time Death, nor Age, shal in Obliuion bring,
Nor from my Troumpe, his passing praise, expell,
Altho that death, or'threw the earthly Thing,
The heauenly half is hence to heauen againe,
Which both by me, remembred shall remaine.
This fragill frame, in substance like thy sell,
A Man of mold, conuerted into clay,
Whose Truth and whose, integritie to tell,
Leaue vnto Me, the restless ringing Bell,
Time Death, nor Age, shal in Obliuion bring,
Nor from my Troumpe, his passing praise, expell,
Altho that death, or'threw the earthly Thing,
The heauenly half is hence to heauen againe,
Which both by me, remembred shall remaine.
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