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A Pair of Turtles.
Viz. Two Elegies on the Deaths of EDMUND ALLEYN Esquire, Son and Heir to Sir Edward Alleyn of Hatfield in Essex, Baronet, and Mary his Wife, left by him with Childe, and died soon after her Delivery.
The first Elegie. The times of War and Peace this difference have
The times of War and Peace this difference have,
In Peace Sons Fathers follow to the grave;
In War the Father mourneth for the Son,
Here Peace and War do both agree in one.
In Peace Sons Fathers follow to the grave;
In War the Father mourneth for the Son,
Here Peace and War do both agree in one.
And surely Tears more plentifully fall,
At Childrens then at Parents Funerall,
By which mans frailty's manifestly shown,
Who wail not others losses but our own:
For why should we with grief our hearts molest
For them who quite from cares now live at rest,
Or plain the shortnesse of their living day,
Who unto Heaven have found a nearer way;
And setting later out do on us gain
With running, like Ahimaaz by the Plain?
At Childrens then at Parents Funerall,
By which mans frailty's manifestly shown,
Who wail not others losses but our own:
For why should we with grief our hearts molest
For them who quite from cares now live at rest,
Or plain the shortnesse of their living day,
Who unto Heaven have found a nearer way;
And setting later out do on us gain
With running, like Ahimaaz by the Plain?
They that with diligence will heed their waies,
Attain their Journeys end in fewer daies
Then he that by his oft diversions spends
Much precious Time, in worlds delight and friends,
Or maketh in his Inne a longer stay,
Whereby his Reck'ning larger grows to pay.
Attain their Journeys end in fewer daies
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Much precious Time, in worlds delight and friends,
Or maketh in his Inne a longer stay,
Whereby his Reck'ning larger grows to pay.
If here on Earth we ought to lay up store
For Heaven, that our good deeds may go before,
What comfort will't be at our latter end,
When Children we before us thither send,
Who sitting by their sweetest Saviours side,
Us Mansions there, as we them here provide,
Or rather enter on the habitation
Provided for us ere the worlds foundation:
For Heaven, that our good deeds may go before,
What comfort will't be at our latter end,
When Children we before us thither send,
Who sitting by their sweetest Saviours side,
Us Mansions there, as we them here provide,
Or rather enter on the habitation
Provided for us ere the worlds foundation:
Oh! what can adde to their felicity,
That see their Sons prefer'd before they die
To higher flares, then wishes can advance
An endlesse glorious rich Inheritance?
Of which the Son of Jacobs greatest glory
Was but a Type, this lasts, that's transitory.
That see their Sons prefer'd before they die
To higher flares, then wishes can advance
An endlesse glorious rich Inheritance?
Of which the Son of Jacobs greatest glory
Was but a Type, this lasts, that's transitory.
In life thou never envied'st him content,
Then do not his last happinesse lament,
Who would not change his state one hour to get
The wealth and honour of a Baronet!
Beleev't thy Son is only gone before,
Thou him must follow, he'l return no more.
Then do not his last happinesse lament,
Who would not change his state one hour to get
The wealth and honour of a Baronet!
Beleev't thy Son is only gone before,
Thou him must follow, he'l return no more.
Then like that good old man thy foul revive,
Thou hast enough, thy Son is yet alive,
Heavens Chariots shall thee bring to Goshens plain,
Where thou shalt living see thy Son again.
Thou hast enough, thy Son is yet alive,
Heavens Chariots shall thee bring to Goshens plain,
Where thou shalt living see thy Son again.
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The second Elegie. What many ancient Histories relate
What many ancient Histories relate
Of Turtles constant love unto their Mate,
She did exemplifie, and plainly prove,
There is no life in living, but in Love.
The misse whereof made her so much deplore
Her Turtles losse, who only went before:
Whom willing she had followed to the Tomb,
But for the Treasure left her in the Womb,
Which had it perished by such a crosse,
The world at once had suffer'd too much losse.
Now, like another Phenix of his seed,
She first another like her self doth breed.
Of Turtles constant love unto their Mate,
She did exemplifie, and plainly prove,
There is no life in living, but in Love.
The misse whereof made her so much deplore
Her Turtles losse, who only went before:
Whom willing she had followed to the Tomb,
But for the Treasure left her in the Womb,
Which had it perished by such a crosse,
The world at once had suffer'd too much losse.
Now, like another Phenix of his seed,
She first another like her self doth breed.
Long didst thou look, and longing wish to move
Up to thy Loadstarre, which thou eyd'st above,
But couldst not rise so high, till thou wert light,
Then up to Heav'n to him thou tak'st thy flight,
As pure Steel needle ardently doth move
To Load-stone, wherewithall it is in love.
Up to thy Loadstarre, which thou eyd'st above,
But couldst not rise so high, till thou wert light,
Then up to Heav'n to him thou tak'st thy flight,
As pure Steel needle ardently doth move
To Load-stone, wherewithall it is in love.
Why should'st thou thus go out before thy date,
And leave us to bewail thine early Fate?
That all our gain such Vertues to have known,
Turns losse so soon to see them from us flown:
As Vines best Clusters soonest off are pull'd,
And purest Gold from out the drosse is cull'd;
So oft the choisest Mortals in their prime,
May seem hence snatch'd away before their time.
But such fair Clusters on Heav'ns board are served,
The Gold to bear Gods image is preserved.
And leave us to bewail thine early Fate?
That all our gain such Vertues to have known,
Turns losse so soon to see them from us flown:
As Vines best Clusters soonest off are pull'd,
And purest Gold from out the drosse is cull'd;
So oft the choisest Mortals in their prime,
May seem hence snatch'd away before their time.
But such fair Clusters on Heav'ns board are served,
The Gold to bear Gods image is preserved.
We here our sorrows breathe out to be read,
That she in them may live, when we are dead,
Who living well deserv'd she might die never,
And by her dying here, to live for ever.
Though both were short and sudden, her example
In Life and Death is as a Volume ample,
Where all may reade aright to live and die,
And follow her to true felicity.
That she in them may live, when we are dead,
Who living well deserv'd she might die never,
And by her dying here, to live for ever.
Though both were short and sudden, her example
In Life and Death is as a Volume ample,
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And follow her to true felicity.
But why speak I of Death? her Bodies frame
Is only turn'd to dust, her vertues fame
Like fumes of burning Cedar doth ascend,
And savour sweetest in her latter end.
Is only turn'd to dust, her vertues fame
Like fumes of burning Cedar doth ascend,
And savour sweetest in her latter end.
Ay let her blessed memory remain,
To see if Wives hereafter can attain
To her perfection: And these sabled Rimes
Be paterns for good Wives in following times.
To see if Wives hereafter can attain
To her perfection: And these sabled Rimes
Be paterns for good Wives in following times.
Thrice happy they that lay Corruption down,
To gain that rich incorruptible Crown,
Which them doth more assuredly attend,
Who like her live, and dying like her end.
To gain that rich incorruptible Crown,
Which them doth more assuredly attend,
Who like her live, and dying like her end.
And let one Tomb their ashes here contain,
Who liv'd and lov'd as sure to meet again.
They in the fair and in the stormy weather,
Do fly, cry, die, and lie together.
Who liv'd and lov'd as sure to meet again.
They in the fair and in the stormy weather,
Do fly, cry, die, and lie together.
Our Daies are likened to a Tale that's told.
Which long and tedious grow as men grow old,
The yonger shorter tell: If Death once strike,
The long and shorter Tales close both alike.
I care not whether long or short I tell,
So I can hit it right and end it well.
Which long and tedious grow as men grow old,
The yonger shorter tell: If Death once strike,
The long and shorter Tales close both alike.
I care not whether long or short I tell,
So I can hit it right and end it well.
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