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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A RELATION Of the Tempest dispersing us in the Bay of BISCAY, at our unfortunate Voyage towards Cales Males, An. 1625.

THe generall hemisphere was thick, was all In sullen ash-colour; when straight a shoale Of ominous Pork-pisces, drove through the fleet: And the fierce Ruffin Boreas, swore it meet, Each saile should strike; owning th' Atlantick main Likewife in soveraignty: then issued rain, The wind grew •…•…st'rous, sea began to roare

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Like a lug'd monster, to disclose a sowre Outragious surface; and where other nights, The mantling billow shone but Chrysolites; But sole with spangs and gliding lights, enchas'd The gentler wave: now as an army vast, About us quarter'd lay, our generall ken Was full of horrid fire, the fretfull brine, Vpon a thousand mountains, far and neare, Like burning Becons hung; and every where So much combustion, that benevolent a 1.1 Cymodocé, for very angush, rent Her sea-green haire; nor any b 1.2 Phocè wild,* 1.3 No savadgest (b) Amphibium, but impell'd With horror, fled a shore: no boysterous Whale, Incorrigible d 1.4 Orke, or other fell (a) Phiontides; but now they shot for dread Into the bottome owse. O who may read What various bedlamry, what worlds of woe, A storme imposes; to the deep below* 1.5 Our ships were thrown, and then againe, so soon So high, as if the same f 1.6 Birth with the Moon To have, or glorious g 1.7 Argo. But observe In earth-quakes, how the strongest buildings swerve, Totter, cast fire-brands, and all their loose Vtensils, round promiseuously; loe thus Did our poore Fleet so h 1.8 feele on, that throughout The decks all stowage, with our selves to boot, From side to side in medley flew: and even So was the great Anne Royall likewise driven Amid the frantick waves, to roule and reele,

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And tosse, and tumble up her mighty keele, That parcell of her i 1.9 brasen bandogs, broke Through all their tyes; and but with mutual shock, Poysing each other; like the Vipers young, (Turn'd into paricids,) had split her strong And massie ribs. Nor could the rest but mourne Like infortunities; our long-boats, torne From their big k 1.10 Hawsers, rudely bandied were By waves, and monsters; for the l 1.11 Catches there, Some could Sea-mewes, make a shift to live In this combustion: othersome, declive And broken wayes not brooking, over-wrought, And fiercely swalowd were. our m 1.12 Prams distraught, Cuff'd up and down, and rack'd with severall seas Both fore n 1.13 and aft'; were driven to lose, and leaze Their lading, with the wilder Hypotams. Nay yet more fatal, opening al her seams, The poor long-Robert founder'd was, gaue o're, Sunk in the weathers stresse: and now what more Can o 1.14 Fisher, Hacket, Gerling, but attend While the sea yeelds her dead? that I transcend Expence of p 1.15 trim, and shipping, lo this storme How grown, yet wrought a further; and the worme

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Of conscience startled so, that who while-ere With all his canvase out, could snugly beare Vp an ill-boading course, now springs his q 1.16 luffe; Cries guiliy Lord, and pardon; coats of buffe, Hgh temper'd corslets, are too weake to ward The worme of conscience; and how galliard Luxurio lately was, yet now he lowes His saile close to the board; ▪now humbly throwes Off Liviaes haire, and his Corinna's ring, To leeward over, wisely husbanding Oyle to his lampe; now as the righteous dye, Likewise will he. so horrid was and high, This spiritual r 1.17 Fura-cane; that on his lees, Though fell s 1.18 Basianus for a time may freeze, And seeme to settle; here he turnes againe Thick, and bemudder'd; like the clamorous maine, Casting up stones and dirt: his faeces boyle Vp now for vent, making him perbrake vile Prodigious sins. This was the storme, thus great, Thus ruthlesse, double thus, nor to be beat Out, but in many an houre; thus went we down To sea in ships, had businesse upon Great waters, saw the wonders of the deep; And thus againe, though Baal perhaps may sleep, Or seriously be talking, nor discerne His distant contumacious; yet we learne That God is omni-present, has his way Even in the while-wind, in the furious sea; In even the toughest conscience: and how sure A Jonas in the cradle of secure

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Apostacy be lull'd, though even his bed Of the most curious thistle-down be made, Or that of silver Swans; yet if the faire Tindaridè, shall with a civill war Imbroyle the shrouds; and t 1.19 Hellen chasing thence Her brothers of beningner influence, Vnkennels al the winter winds, and billowes; Mauger the softest lullabies, and pillowes, He wakes; and finds his cradle now at last, Far worse then that, upon the topling mast.

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