The Belides or Eulogie and elegie, of that truly honourable John Lord Harrington Baron of Exton, who was elevated hence the 27th of Febr. 1613. vvanting then tvvo moneths of 22. yeares old. By G.T.
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- The Belides or Eulogie and elegie, of that truly honourable John Lord Harrington Baron of Exton, who was elevated hence the 27th of Febr. 1613. vvanting then tvvo moneths of 22. yeares old. By G.T.
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- G. T. (George Tooke), 1595-1675.
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- London :: [s.n.],
- printed 1647.
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- Harington of Exton, John Harington, -- Baron, d. 1613 -- Early works to 1800.
- Fairfax, William, d. 1621 -- Early works to 1800.
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"The Belides or Eulogie and elegie, of that truly honourable John Lord Harrington Baron of Exton, who was elevated hence the 27th of Febr. 1613. vvanting then tvvo moneths of 22. yeares old. By G.T." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A62938.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 20, 2024.
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A MEDITATION UPON The Decease of those truly Noble LORDS under-named.
So so, let Babel, Edom, shoot like those In Harvest at our losse▪ with mocks and mowes, Tell it in Gath; thus adding deep, to deep, Wormwood to bitternesse; yet God will keep His darling from the Dog, can out of stones Raise Abraham children. he that interpones So for his Church, though Dorcet, Hamilton, Southampton, Oxford, and Belfast, be gone The way of flesh and blood, will sooner yet His covenant with day and night forget,Page 118
Th•…•… saile to Sion; not the squallidest
Sea-monsters, but they gently draw the breast•…•…,
Suckling their young; or if a mother can
Forget her child, yet God is love in graine;
Will vindicate his Turtle-Dov••, nay cover
Her wings with silver, and her feathers over
With yellow Gold. Nor Babell be so perk,
At some thus of the Temples carved work,
For sinne deducted us; we but with rods,
Thou shalt be whipt with Scorpions; and in Gods
Right hand there is a cup, the dregs whereof
Shall be thy portion; Ahabs Ivory roofe,
And even the a Tyrean Turrets, built so high,
That Eagles at a lower randome fly,
And the Goliah's there in Sentinell,
Are lessen'd even to (a) Gammadims; must feele
His line of vengeance, who could so divide
Our Succoth, meet our Schechem: and ô ride
On prosperously, thou fairer far then men;
Girding thy sword thus, for thy right hand, then
Shall teach thee terrible things; shal thresh the horns
Of our fierce Bullocks, rabbid Vnicornes,
Like Wheat of Madmanah. Ride on, ride on,
Strengthning the feeble knees, and every bone,
That thou hast broken; still they shake the head,
Cry so so would we have it, eat like bread
Thy people up; and then the late decease
Of these heroick Lords, diruted has
As many of our Barres, has made our breach
More desperate; ô be gracious then, and reach
Thy soveraigne flaggons; let no clouds returne
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After the raine; and for the stakes out-worn
Thus in the service of thy Tabeenacle,
Distribute thousands; Blesse, ô blesse the tackle
Of thy poor labouring Ark, and crown her toyle,
With Arrarat, and her high places; while
Our mighty Hunters, despicably melt
Like fat of Lambs, or be like water spilt,
Nor to be gathered up againe; else will
Thine enemies blaspheme, upbrayding still
The promise of his coming; I, and say
To day shall jove it, as did yesterday,
And in far greater measure; bow thine eare,
Thou good and glorious Cherub-rider, heare,
And answer us; how long? how long ô Lord?
O bare thine arme again, and draw thy sword.
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a
Ezekiel 27. 11.