Ah, Ha; Tumulus, Thalamus: Two Counter-POEMS,
The First, an ELEGY Upon Edward late Earl of Dorset;
The Second, an EPITHALAMIVM to the Lord M. of Dorchester.
Invicem cedunt Dolor & Ʋoluptas, Funera,
Taedae,
Sorrow may endure for a Night,
But
joy cometh in the Morning.
LONDON, Printed for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his Shop at the Prince's Armes in St Paul's Church-yard. 1654.
An Advertizement to the READER.
IN regard ther are divers imperfect and spurious Copies of these two Poems dispersed abroad, I obtain'd leave of the Author to commit them to the press assuring the Reader that these are concordant with the Originalls.
H. M.
AN ELEGY UPON THE MOST ACCOMPLISH'D, AND HEROIC LORD EDWARD, EARL OF DORSET, Lord Chamberlain to His late Majesty of Great Britain, and Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter, &c.
- Alluding to
- The Quality of the Times,
- His admired Perfections,
- His goodly Person,
- His Antient Pedigree,
- His Coat of Armes crested with a Star,
- The Condition of Mortality,
- The Passion of the Author closing with an Epitaph.
AN ELEGY UPON THE LATE EARL OF DORSET.
LOrds have bin long
Declining, (we well know)
And making their last Testaments, but now
They are
Desunct, they are
Extinguish'd All,
And never like to rise by this Lords Fall;
A Lord, whose
Intellectualls alone
Might make a
House of Peers, and prop a Throne,
Had not so dire a Fate hung o're the Crown,
That
Privilege Prerogative should drown;
Where e're he sate he sway'd, & Courts did awe,
Gave Bishops Gospell,
and the Judges law
[Page] With such exalted Reasons, which did flow
So cleer and strong, that made
Astraea bow
To his Opinion, for where He did side
Advantag'd more than half the
Bench beside.
But is great
Sakvile dead? Do we Him lack,
And will not all the Elements wear black?
Whereof he was compos'd a perfect man
As ever Nature in one frame did span.
Such Highborn
Thoughts, a
Soul so large and free,
So clear a
Judgment, and vast
Memory,
So Princely
Hospitable and Brave
Mind
We must not think in hast on earth to find,
Unless the Times would turn to Gold agen,
And Nature get new strength in forming men.
His
Person with it such a state did bring
That made a Court as if
He had bin King,
No wonder, since He was so neer a Kin
To
Norfolks Duke, and the great
Mayden Queen.
[Page] He courage had enough by conquering One
To have confounded that whole Nation,
Those parts which single do in some appear
Were all concentred here in one bright Sphear,
For
Brain, Toung, Spirit, Heart,
and Personage
To mould up such a Lord will ask an age,
But how durst pale white-liver'd Death seaze on
So dauntles and Heroic a Champion?
Yes, to Dye once is that uncancell'd debt
Which Nature claymes, and rayseth by Eschet
On all Mankind by an old Statute past
Primo Adami, which will alwaies last
Without Repeal, nor can a second lease
Be had of Life when the first term doth cease.
Mount noble Soul, Among the starrs take place,
And make a new One of so bright a Race
May
Jove out-shine, that
Venus still may be
In a benign Conjunction with Thee,
[Page] To check that Planet which on Lords hath lowr'd,
And such malign influxes lately powr'd;
Be now a star thy self for those which here
Did on thy Crest, and upper Robes appear,
For thy Director take
that Star we read
Which to thy Saviours Birth three Kings did lead.
A Corollary.
THus have I blubber'd out some tears and Verse
On this Renowned Heroe, and His Herse,
And could my Eyes have drop'd down
Perls upon 't
In lieu of
Teares, God knowes, I would have don't,
But
Teares are real,
Perls for their Emblems go,
The first are fitter to express my Wo;
Let this small mite suffize untill I may
A larger tribut to his ashes pay,
In the mean time this Epitaph shall shut,
And to my Elegy a period put.
[Page] HEre lie's a
Grandee by Birth, Parts, and Mind,
Who hardly left his Parallell behind,
Here lie's the
Man of Men, who should have been
An Emperour, had
Fate or
Fortune seen.
Totus in lachrymas solutus sic singultivit I. H.
UPON THE NUPTIALLS OF THAT PRINCELY PAIR HENRY Lord Marquess Of DORCHESTER, AND The Lady KATHERINE STANLEY, Daughter to the late Heroic Earl of DERBY,
An Epithalamium by way of Dialog 'twixt Philemon and Sylvius.
- Alluding to their
- 1. Complexions,
- He Sanguin,
- She Black and Fair.
- 2. Coats of Arms,
- Both Field-Argent,
- His a Lion Rampant
- in an orb of Cinqfoyls.
- 3. Countries.
- 4. Pedigrees.
- 1. Complexions,
Going on with an Hymenaeum, or Vote, comprized in four Musicall Stanzas, the three first Ayrie and Poeticall, the last Serious.
The DIALOGUE.
Philemon.
VVHat Object's that which I behold
Dazzling my eyes with gemms and Gold?
Her Face, me thinks, darts such a ray
That adds more brightnes to the Day,
Her breath perfumes the place, Her curls and hair
Like Indian spice aromatize the Air,
A sparkling white and black breaks from her sight
Like to the Diamonds redoubling light,
As she doth walk the very ground and stone
Turn to Field-
Argent which she treads upon;
A Mortal sure she cannot be
But some transcending Deitie;
My dearest
Sylvius pray unfold
Who's that rare Creature I behold?
Sylvius.
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SHe is a Princess and a Bride
Goes to the Temple to be ti'd
In Nuptiall bonds, her starrs will not permit
That at the Vestall fires She longer sit;
She's Derbie's
Royall bloud,
Derby le Gran,
And now She travells to the
Ile of Man,
She of the Princely
Orenge is a branch
Imp'd on the high
Trimovillan stem of
France,
Two of the fairest Kingdomes strove, and try'd
Their Utmost to compleat this Lovely Bride.
'Tis she which makes 'twixt gemms and gold
That Constellation you behold.
Philemon.
BUt who's that comely sanguine Peer
Which on her heart-side walks so neer?
He likewise makes all
Argent as he goes,
Look at his feet how thick the
Cinqfoyl grows.
Sylvius.
[Page]
TIs Wise and Wealthy
Pierrpont, who renowns
With Titles,
Three of Englands chiefest Towns,
A precious pond'rous Lord, whose fole Estate
A Jury of new Barons might create,
Patron of Virtue, Chivalry, and Arts
'Cause he himself excells in all these Parts;
'Tis He who by the hand doth hold
That Demi-Goddess you behold.
Philemon.
IS't so? then my Autumnall Muse shall sing
An
Hymenaeum, and fetch back Her spring,
This Subject a fresh vigor doth inspire,
And heats my brain with an unusuall fire.
AN HYMENAEUM, OR BRIDAL-SONET, Consisting of four Stanzas, and to be sung by three voices, according to a choice Air set thereunto by Mr. WILLIAM WEBB.
1. Chorus
MAy all Felicity betide
This Princely Bridegroom, and his Bride.
May those delights this morn shall bring
Be endless as their Nuptiall Ring,
May they be constant, and exceed
Each Others Wishes, Hopes, and Creed,
May the three Regions of the air
Powr showrs of blessings on this pair,
Silver their nights and
gild their dayes.
2. Chorus▪
All joyes attend and best of Fate
This noble
Marques and His Mate.
2.
YEe gentle Nymphs of
Trent and
Dee
Make hast to this solemnity,
Your streames and beds now meet in one
By this
High-sprung conjunction,
Ye Wood-nymphs who green garlands wear
In
Shirewood launds, and
Delamer,
Yee Dames of
Helicon attend,
And
Graces your sweet presence lend,
Lucina com, and pray ther be
Employment in due time for thee.
Chorus.
May all Felicity betide
This noble Bridegroom, and his Bride.
3.
MAy they such gallant Males produce
Both to the
Rose and
Flowerdeluce,
That Englands Chivalry and French
May multiply, and
bourgeon hence,
Whose branches shooting o're the Main
May knit, and blossome here again,
That
Pierrponts Lion and
Cinqfoyl
May
ramp and
root in every soyl;
Nor may this noble Race wear out
Till
Plato's Great year wheel about.
Chorus.
May all Felicity betide
This noble Bridegroom, and his Bride.
4. Stanza Closing with a serious graduall Vote.
MAy all the
Elements conspire
To make them bless'd in their desire,
May all the
Stars on them reflect
Their mildest looks in
Trine aspect,
May all the
Angels them defend
From every thing doth ill portend,
May Angells, Stars,
and Elements
Affoord Them such compleat contents
That They have nothing els to wish
But a Perseverance of Bliss.
Chorus.
All joyes attend and best of Fate
This noble Marquess and his Mate.
Idem I. [...].
FINIS.