Piety, and poesy. Contracted. By T. J.
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- Title
- Piety, and poesy. Contracted. By T. J.
- Author
- Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
- Publication
- London :: printed for Robert Wood,
- 1643.
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- Jesus Christ -- Early works to 1800.
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"Piety, and poesy. Contracted. By T. J." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A46267.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 2, 2024.
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In whose good Acts, you might such vollumes see,
As did exceed th' extent of Heraldry;
Whose well-composed Excellencies, wrought
Beyond the largest scope of humane thought.
Indeed, within his Life's short little Span,
Was all could be contracted in one Man;
And He that would write his true Elegie,
Must not Court Muses, but Divinity.
He's Dead: But Death, I have a Speech, in vain,
Directed unto Thee, where I complain
Upon thy cruel Office, that could find
No way to part his Body and his Mind,
But by a fatal ficknesse, that confounds
The beautious Patient, with so many wounds;
Sure when thou mad'st his Fabrick to shiver,
Thou could'st not chuse but empty all thy Quiver,
What Man (to all odds open) in the Wars,
Dies with such a Solemnity of Scarrs?
Yet his great Spirit gives the Reason why,
Without that Number, Sidney could not die:
And therefore we will Pen it in his Story,
What thou intend'st his Ruine, is his Glory;
So when the Heavenly Globe I've look'd upon,
Have I beheld the Constellation
Of Jupiter, and on all parts descri'd
Th'illuminated Body stellified,
Sprinkled about with Stars, so that you might
Behold his Limbs and Hair, powder'd with Light:
This wee'l apply, that, though we lose him here,
His Soul shall shine in a Caelestial Sphere.