Ah, ha; tumulus, thalamus: two counter-poems, the first, an elegy upon Edward late Earl of Dorset; The second, an epithalamium to the Lord M. of [Dor]chester.

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

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.

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,

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.

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.