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.

THE BELIDES, Or second Eulogie, and Elegie of the same.

LO Reader, as thou somtime doest behold, Sol like a a Besant of the brightest gold, Vpon an Easter-morne himselfe advancing: And with a sacred joy affected, dancing O're Forrest tops, and on the browes of hills; So rose this LORD. And as the Sun fulfills Like a girt Gyant his appointed race; So with an able undiverted pace, Perform'd his Pilgrimage: No fond delayes Could slacke his sayle, and bring him on the stays; No rubs of either envie, hate, or feare, Could check his speed; but with a full carriere He still bore up, and now enjoyes the prize, That wipes away all sorrowes from all eyes.

He did not after the familiar fashion, Present his GOD some withered leane oblation Of sixty Winters; offer'd him no lame, No sick, no motly sacrifice: But came With his first born his youth; and then with Arts, Wealth, honour, all his powers, all his parts,

Devoting them; and hallow'd every day, Made it a pious Altar. O but say Thou faire exemplar, tell me happy soule; How couldst thou so like oyle, unblended roule Among our terrene puddles? How converse With manners so corrupt, and dayly worse, Yet unpolluted? (thus they say the cleere The light-foot Tigris also runnes entire Through Aretissa, like a silver wand Dimidiats it, without or being found To mingle fish, or water,) Speak, O speak, Did not the world resist? The flesh turn weake? Did it not buffet thee with youthfull heat? What met'st thou with at Court? no leprous teat▪ In City likewise many a rotten flye, Can even the richest oyntment putrifie. Or wert thou ne're convey'd thou happy spirit, Vp to the Pinacle of thine owne merit, And tempted there? But hell is still confin'd Where heaven approves, and smoak it rain, blow wind, Let flouds conspire, yet the regenerate dwells Vpon a Rock, that all their spleen repells. As an embowde a learned arch, when prest With greatest waight unites his curious crest, Rendring a firmer strength: so gives temptation. An edge to zeale; not other operation Had in this cautious Lord then sacred rage, And zeale no doubt redoubled.—

Haplesse age, How hast thou here thy noblest jewells lost, And such a confluence of Arts, as cost Innumerous oyle? they joyntly met of old,

In that a Pandora, which the Poets hold So Paragon a peece, were congregate After in b Pyrrhus ring; and now of late By Harringtons pursuit, as resident Also with him, but nothing could prevent The peremptory blow. Disastrous time, and of a ruthlesse hand, how is our prime Exemplar taken from us? Turne, ô turne Thy fatall sithe upon the cumbrous ferne, The barren heath, let a Aedons thistle thus Be rather mowen, or else to Caucasus Among the veneficious herbes, remove Thy furious brand—

He was our dearest love The generall darling, such a wight as shone I say, not with exterior pretious stone, With Diamonds, and Saphirs; these alas Of the most caracts, are but curious glasse, Nor doe their braging sparkles serve to read The darksome night away, or in it thred Vigiliaes thirsty Needle; no, be gone Ye casuall Doe-littles, our Harrington Was grandly gifted with a serious sort Of radiant principles; the Crowne, the part, Could not be taken from him: and as far Out-did, and darkend each competitor, As Titan does the poore Arctophilax. One so sinceere, and of so little Wax Among his hony, we may roundly gather, If but his precious thred of life, had rather Extensively bin lenghthen'd, loe the Court How snugly sleeping in a various sort Of trespasses and sins, being awak'd,

By his example, nay divinely deck't With light and luster; even the City hence Accended also, had in reference To her conspicuous properties, bin writ With London c Lampsacus; but nothing might Defer his heavie knell.—

Forsaken age, What circumstance of griefe, or surplusage, Importunate enough for such an urne, So duly deprecated? dost thou mourne When foolish Tulips dye, and such as strive Like Beeches, but of skin and leafe to thrive? Such as examin'd, yeeld but mast, for Swine And Squirrels only fit? doest thou confine Thy selfe to black, and oft, I say, for these? How mayst thou then with flouds of tears, nay seas Bewayle this losse? how justly mayst thou call Thy severall creatures, and enjoyne them all Immesur'd lamentation; bid the night Extend her length, the day not come in sight But water-loaden; Hang each Dorick Bell With numerous tongues, and a continued knell On every tongue; Command the beasts to roare, And each sad noyse be multiply'd a score, By the neare echo's? For his death, I say, As it decryes, and does so much decay The generall blisse; 'tis fitting to reviue Old Hadadrimmons woe, or rather grieve, Beyond a president. Why we may read That ten of these, ten righteous might have freed A very Sodome; when if taken hence, Nor standing in the gap, what consequence

But sicknesse fretting out our strength, or dearth, Epha's from Homers, but an Iron earth; And God has also store of Palmer-wormes, And clouds of locusts. Or else forraine armes Shall ravage us, heaven r'ally with our foes, Making their barbed horses at a lose As swist as Eagles, Nay, (to passe by these,) Th' elect are even those a Cariatides. And vigorous b Tellamons, that shoulder up The frame of time, and their conspicuous troup, Their generall list once ready for the barne, Time is no longer: therefore mourne ô mourne, Thou desolated age; and now behold, Me thinkes the hollow clouds already roll'd Like a bes••ubber'd Turbant round about Thy passionate brow; and now they lavish out Innumerous teares.—

Yet herewithall reflect And lay thy griefe so right, that it detract Not ought from Harrington, or seeme decreed For what becomes of him. 'Tis true indeed, That death is to the course the carnall man, A dismall vision; irefull, cold, and wan; A ghastly shape in chaines of darknesse ty'de, And hung with poysonous damps: but was a bride, A morning star to him; and came as drest With precious sequells as the gladsome feast Of conscience argue might. The worldling cryes, O whither am I summon'd? why these eyes And all the Ports about me rotting up, Must now be loathsome jelley, stench, and roap

With pu••rid wormes; nay since the charnall-house Cryes Give and still for more, some flindermouse, Or base a Galanthis, or the ratts may reigne At length within this scull. And then againe My dearest soule what shall become of thee? And whither must thou now distrac••ed be To frivolous atoms, and so lost among The wandring windes? or shuffled else ere long, Into some beast of burthen, or of prey? Some drugging Asse, or cruell Tyger? nay, (Still frighting more) our Papalins will tell Of sulphurous b Heclefort, of c Mongibell. And other such, where many a peccant soule c Pirausta-like, does ••lutter, flye, and crawle, And frie in rigorous fire; or yeelding these Even all exploded, hell it selfe will seize And justly swallow thee; woe worth the day In which I was conceiv'd. Loe thus I say, The carnall man ends like a butcher'd swine, And full of noyse; when faith is so divine, So clungly anker-holds, and fastens hope, As even Addoulces Death, with all his troope His Regiment of terrors; sin alone Gives him a Dart, a sting, else has he none; By sinne is Death arm'd like a Iudge severe, With rods and axes, else that welcome were, As when the loaden sky with moysture fills An upland meddow; Tis not death that kills, But deadly sinne; A Saint may like a Swan Sing out his last breath; the regenerate man, Even in a Lions teeth departs in peace,

And shall we then bewayle this Lords decease, As one we have not hope of? O when I Must pay the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of nature eke and dye, Be my last end his: let me close my race, And fall like an impleat Rose-water-glasse, That breaks with a perfume.—

His practice here Was not (as is imply'd before) at deare, And lamentable values, to possesse A late experience; 'twas not up to dresse Aethiop's in Pearle and Purple; to proclaime Oppression justice, impudence to name Assurance; or be tether'd in the looks Of Dalilah or Dinah: these are books Exteriorly how gilt, how neatly bound, Yet loose and guilty. 'Twas not being gown'd, And full of reverend Badges, to sell out Yet by retayle, what office late he bought By whole-sale; nor was it to put away The Mistresse for the hand-maid; to betray His calling to his sports; (and now what store Of Gentry have we, not intending more Here upon earrh, then the Leviathan Affects at Sea, and lavishly therein To take their pastime?) Last of all, 'twas not With 〈◊〉〈◊〉 wicked worlding casting in his lot, To feed impertinent Apes, luxurious swine, Or fawning Dotterels, that each designe Of greatnesse sooth and second will; aye me! How have I seen a sweet Rose-mary-tree, Drop'd with his Wood-seer; water-Lillies known, While flourishing in Rivers high and grown,

Hung with these Cod-worms, that if drought exhale The moysture once will boggle off, and fall From whatso-ere to curry with the streame. But none of these, no such opprobious beame Was in this Barons eye; and where indeed A Dathan, or a Dives may be say'd To dye, and dye the death; our Harrington But onely fell asleep, but rests upon His bed in safery; then, I say, direct Thy blubber'd eyes so right, they but respect Thine own distressednesse; complaining not, Nay nor somuch as squinting once, at what May become of him; to weep a rill, Or through a river thus, why yet they mill But lavishes his water, but mis-pends It at the floud-gates; and then only grinds, If teares bee seasonable, not slatter'd out In a preposterous manner, and about Irrequisites. Here widely to set ope A doore of griefe, as if the door of hope Were double lock'd and barr'd? Why but denote When after raine some curious flower-pot With Roses, Gelsomins, and sweete Brire, Is animated, how it does inspire The circling roofe; or as a rich perfume, In curles and eddies, issuing from the wombe Of some Illustrious Agat, does intrance And ravish all the neare circumference With fragrant Odors; so while here conversing, His soule was nobly a colleted, dispersing Such holy acts, that who but still reports, With what successe he dayly troad the Courts▪

Of his Creator? Yet 'tis common now To meet theere but as Doves, and Sparrowes do. Who but how faithfully he could confine Civill respects how plausive, to devine, To realls, semblances; and hast thou found An object, though like Ops with turrets crown'd, Nay rendring Citadels; if it becalme And slack the sayle of goodnesse, 'tis a balme How seeming pretious, yet that breaks the head, And bar it by and mayne; set nor thy bed, Thy Mammons bushell, nor delicious board Vpon thy candle, these like Iona's gourd Are quickly worm-eaten: no let me sway Thee to this pattern here, and who I say, Who but while others spent their time, may cyte Our Harrington redeeming it? what wight (How partiall) to the most, and with the best, But must preferre him? call him touch and test? A web where Pallas left in warp in woofe, Her rosie fingers; one that clove the hoofe, That joyntly chew'd the cud; and since approv'd So paragon a piece, that was remov'd The sooner hence, promoted from his lease Of life more expeditely, to possesse The fee design'd him, though a while suspended In Nubibus—

'Tis true that some incended With terrene Objects, (will forsooth) conclude Of life by many years, by longitude Nor ayme profundity; they Nestor praise, And his three ages; emulate the dayes Of old Methuselah; and this assise

So higly valued, tacitly replyes Vpon our Harrington; but take thy will, Contract still with the Creature, bandy still For terrene complement; I worlding, line Thy selfe with pulpe, with marrow, wash in wine, And freely jove it; yet when all is done, Or elevate this earth above the Sun, Or all beneath is vanity. Nay keep In mind my premonition, when thy sleep Is broken at the smallest chirping bird; When once the a marrow, that same silver cord, Distemper'd is, and slackn'd; when the thin The golden piamater, shrinks within Her ruinous scull, leaving it bare and voyd; The kidneyes and the reynes (as wheeles imploy'd From vena cava's Cisterne, to convey, To distribute her nutrimentall whey) When they lye crack'd and comfortless; when these, And other symptoms threaten stranguries, b Ischuria's sad, and all our terrene blisse, Like a faire Iordan to be swallow'd is By mare martuum; then the tedious race Of many years, congested also has A sea of sin; then cautious Solomon Petion'd not extent of time, his boon Was wisdome only; then the sole dimension Imparadising us, is that intention And depth of life, religiousnesse; how long We bustle here avayles not; Then his tongue Who keeps from ill, his lips from any guile, Does good, and followes peace; 'tis he the while That loves to live, partaking happy dayes.

And since our Harrington exployted these With such integrity, let me be bold, Though giving a nefarious life (how old) But spans and inches; his to measure yet By miles, nay many leagues, for such was it In depth and piety; to reckon his A wedge of obrise gold, when Lamechs is How tedeously continued, but a bar Of garlick iron: then againe infer, That since thus expeditely fully summ'd, Nor won with such an age so sin-benum'd Longer to peece, he hasted hence to heaven, His everlasting mansion.—

And how given To leasings over, are the men who there, Will situate (forsooth) a Bull, a Beare, A Goat, a Scorpion, or a sort of grosse And dirty a Suculae? when the morose Orion, or Calisto hot has spent A sensuall life, yet to the firmament Who basely cry their little goodnesse up, Rewarding it with stars? nay take the troop Of all our Ethnick Sages, if we cite Even Aristides, far is he too light Vpou the weights, and but a sounding brasse, A tinckling Cymball. Leave we then to passe Such improprieties, reforming now The b Gnossian Crown, from Ariadnes brow, To high and holy Hesters. Let us call Medusa's head, Goliah's; and withall The Perseus weilding it, a David. Grant Alcides c Asterisme to Sampson. Plant

The Virgin-mother, in that glorious chaire Of Cassiopeia. d Berenices haire, Chang'e into that which wip'd our Saviurs feet, To Mary Mawdlins. Nay that exquisite, So gifted, worldly-wise Ganimdes, Yet since an Ethnick as the rest of these, And wanting the mayne principle; dissever From his faire constellation, and for ever Hereafter call it Harrington. Our sphear Should rather only Cristian be, should weare But sanctifi'd inscriptions; relish but Such Harbingers, as write the names without, Of such as lodge within it; and for one, That likewise of Illustrious Harrington.

Nor does it hinder his beatitude, Though now asunder taken, and unskrew'd Some little time, since 'tis but to be drest, Be polish'd more; and often thus in quest Of trim, and properties appertient, Do plighted lovers part, with smarter hint, And rituall celebration, to bestead Their after-nuptialls. I, we justly plead His crosse, his crown; his terrene dissipation His endlesse comfort, even the generation Of glorious habitudes. For loe there is A right-hand-path, (the beauteous feet of peace Are dayly measuring it;) there is I say, A path unparallel'd, a right-hand way, (The sumptuous allyes Pseudo Bassian made Of gold and silver filings, were but lead To this and meerely refuse;) such a blest Ascent there is, (incomparably drest

With radiant spangs; with many a glorious Ouch Engraven and figur'd sumptuously, by which We climbe our endlesse comfort; to the wight Incorrigibly vicious, tis as straight, As much extenuated, as needles eyes To Cables, nay to Camels; but who wise As Serpents are. and Dove-like innocent, Find it againe so vast, of such extent, They travayle up in triumph: Thus, we read, Both Enoch, and Elijah likewise did; And the luciferous trayle, so held by some, For a Mosaick work, of many dimme Inferior Astericks; by some decreed A Galaxia, dappled thus and dy'd, When petrish Juno suckling Hercules, Bespilt her milk; yet some againe professe For Le Chemin Saint Jaques, for the track Saint Jeames ascended by. and now to crack This into kernell, when our Harrington Was re-demanded; when his soule, that shone Like a sweet Virgin-taper, gather'd was From out the precious socket; thus, ô thus By this same right-hand passage, in the spur Of some spirituall Chariot, Aethon far Transcending and Eous, nay the top Of Jacobs Ladder, and inducted up Above all heavens: it there with relaxation From earthly toyle, injoyes an inchoation Of immarcessible so glorious blisse, As even the most elaborate Romances Deciper not.—

His other reliques borne

When to the grave, fell also blest, like corne Into good ground; nor such as when they dyed Shall rise againe, but even a purified Spirituall body, and withall for ever Immutable. As when a precious River From weaving montley to the meads, and wreaths For the sweet Nayades, his body sheaths Within some cave, some a Ookey, groping thus By subterranean, and caliginous Meanders many a furlong; as the while Since washing and transpiercing many a pile Of b terra sigillata, Samian c clay; In d Lima••ons and Mazes, eating way Through severall hidden Mineralls, and veines Of rich and medicinable Oare; attaines By this contraction greater value, thence Evades againe of far more excellence. Or looke how sweet Alpheüs, having bred Innumerous Olives, hides his holy head Beneath the ground, and as if heaven were won Alone by e sapping, closely burroughs on, In darksome uncouth hollowes wandring far, And many a tedi••us mile; till lastly neere Declaim'd Olympus, (and whose procerous top Is sung the gate of heaven) he flourish up, And cheerly rise againe; loe thus refin'd, Thus happy shall his reliquies open rend The grisly grave. O Death where is thy sting? Where Hell thy victory?—

Nay still to wing His exaltation, at the generall doom, When these two moyts must againe become

Consolidate, be made a building pure, Immortall, just, and as the Cynosure Refulgent; then behold his blessednesse Shall full and perfect be; his Crown possesse Delices without crosses; joyes still green, Still mellow; such as neither eye hath seen, Nor heart conceives. The Iugler Mahomes Does among other ravings, distribute Indeed a kind of future Lubber-land To his Heroës; if I must expound It more at large, where all our terrene parts, Demand their circular, their second Arts, To flourish by; their winter to devoure, Deglutiate Autumne, melt his furniture, To kerne, to sow it, till from hence succeeds Another spring; yet in this place there needs No winters help, and trees are alwayes clad With fruit both ripe, and green, and in the bud, And likewise in the blooth. He dreames, I say, But some voluptuous a Nicaragua, Had after death; nay by that chip of old Poëtick Virgil, the so high extoll'd Hesperian Orchard, has he hewen him out A carnall heaven; in which (forsooth) no doubt, But vertuous men sit upon Carpets rich, And under trees of massie gold, with much Affection court their Paramours. Alas, How Scarab like, and in a silly place, Does this impostor flye? how seek to win But sense, and titilion; things wherein Ignobler creatures, even the Hawke, the Hound, Nay very Vermin, oftentimes are found

To have precedency. Well miscreant, Let Grill continue Grill, let him content Himselfe with draffe and offall; yet for us, We hope a glory consentaneous To spirituall bodyes; such as we may rather Possesse in future, then in present either Relate, or in our narrow hearts conceive. Yet with submissive modesty to drive A blisse so heap'd, and shooke, and running o're Still further home; when time shall be no more The severall elements with fervent heat, When once dissolv'd; with noise and terror great, When heaven is past away, and he that here, Was so malignly pierced, shall appeare Among innumerous Augels; when the last Impetuous braying trumpe, has open cast All graves, and sepulchers; asunder wrung Each sheet of Lead, supplanted every clung, And Iron sleep; when loe the great assize, The finall endlesse doome, that multiplyes So many wonders, once is consummate; And God has burnt the cockle, brought the wheat Into his Grainer; then our Baron here, Shall as the firmament be shinie cleere; Nay like the stars: then locally remaining, Among the many holy thousands reigning In Paradise; he shall enjoye the great, The reall, endlesse Sabbath. Then impleat With sacred raptures, he shall cheerly bring Immortall lauds, a free will offering To his Creator: rellish that Elisian, Incomprehensive, beatick vision,

Even of our God himselfe. But here the gaze At such a glory, does so much amaze, Oppresse, annihilate my feeble spright, That I desist; or else againe what wight, So poorely stupid, but with Peter here, Would seeke to stay, and Tabernacles reare?

Notes

• a

  An ancient gold Goine, stamped first at Bizantium: the Kings of England offer these of fifteen pounds value at great Festi∣valls Camd. Rem. 168.
• A lake in Ar∣menia.
• a

  Quasi omni∣um ••erum ge∣nere dotata.
• b

  The 9. Mu∣ses were ex∣prest in the stone of i••▪
• a

  The Wife of Z••thus, turned into a Linnet, or Thistle-Finch.
• c

  A City of Bythynia, so named à splen∣dore.
• a

  Images of Women used for supporters in buildings.
• b

  The like Images of men.
• a

  The Wees••l.
• b

  Of old Hecta.
• c

  Heretofore Aetna.
• c

  A flye bred and living in the fire.
• a

  A metaphor from the collet or beazel of a ring which is that part of it, wherein we set ••estone.
• a

  Ecclesiast. the 12. 6. Paraphrased.
• b

  Stopping of passages in the bladder.
• a

  The Hyades, or five stars in the head of Taurus, so na∣med, because fore-tokening foule weather.
• b

  A Crown of Stars, given her by Bacchus, and Patroni∣mically so na∣med from Gnossos, the chiefe City of Creet.
• c

  A configura∣tion of fixed Stars.
• d

  Some will morall him for Wisedome and therefore in such grace with Iupiter.
• Heliogaba∣lus.
• a

  A Cave in Somersetshire, out of which issues such a streame, as not far from it drives a Mill.
• b

  A medicina∣ble earth found in Lemnos, and also about Blois.
• c

  A white and glewie kind of earth good a∣gainst poyson.
• d

  Snail-like windings.
• e

  The military word for cut∣open, or un∣derminig from sapper franco. is
• a

  A Country South-East from Merico, & so beautifull, that the Spani∣ard calls it Ma∣homets Para∣dice.