The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702) excluding Seneca and Manilius Introduced and Annotated by F. J. Van Beeck |
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To the unfading Memory of the Lord Horatio Veere deceased. |
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 | The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702) |  |
To the unfading Memory of the Lord Horatio Veere deceased.
If you would be resolv'd whose Dust lies here
Know 'tis the remnant of that Noble Veere
Whose tall Atchivements fill so large a room,
As Europe is too narrow for their Tombe,
And He can never perish in His Name
Whilst there is such a thing abroad as Fame.
Know 'tis the remnant of that Noble Veere
Whose tall Atchivements fill so large a room,
As Europe is too narrow for their Tombe,
And He can never perish in His Name
Whilst there is such a thing abroad as Fame.
Iust Belgia had cause enough to boast,
That He alone was her confiding Hoast;
Who singly when the Army was away
Suppli'd the place of the Militiæ.
And had unto her Seventeen Provinces
E're this, united the Antipodes;
And future times will deem that Land to lie
Entrench'd in teares that fell when He did dye,
And it will be Impiety to make
It firme, but rather drown it for His sake,
For the Low-Countries by His Deeds shall be
Preferr'd in Story to High-Germany.
That He alone was her confiding Hoast;
Who singly when the Army was away
Suppli'd the place of the Militiæ.
And had unto her Seventeen Provinces
E're this, united the Antipodes;
And future times will deem that Land to lie
Entrench'd in teares that fell when He did dye,
And it will be Impiety to make
It firme, but rather drown it for His sake,
For the Low-Countries by His Deeds shall be
Preferr'd in Story to High-Germany.
But Thou hast so out-fought Thy selfe that time,
Will thinke such Actions could be none of Thine,
And whil'st Thou did'st Thy Vertue so advance,
'Twas not a Truth but a well fainde Romance,
And I, preserving of Thy Honour, feare
Thou wilt be thought no Lord having no Peere.
Will thinke such Actions could be none of Thine,
And whil'st Thou did'st Thy Vertue so advance,
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And I, preserving of Thy Honour, feare
Thou wilt be thought no Lord having no Peere.
E. S.
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