Elegies celebrating the happy memory of Sr. Horatio Veere Baron of Tilbury, Collonell Generall of the English, in the United Provinces, and Mr. of the ordnance in England, &c.

Vpon the Death of the Ho∣nourable and most Heroick Sir HORATIO VEERE, Baron of Tilhury, Generall of the English Regiments in the Vnited Provinces, &c.

THough at thy Name Great VEERE, even Poets fight, And Act those battles, they first meant to write; Dare talke of Guns vvithout an Agnes fit, Make svvords the scope, and sharpnesse of their Wit; Beleager all their Muses, and not tell But muster up thy vvhole Acts Chronicle; Do all in Tearmes of War; So that vve meet Tovvns sackt, and Cities taken in one sheet; All these are but Griefes Policy, to shevv Thy Death can make their sorrovvs valiant too: And being th'are so, a part of Thee expresse, Who e're is like thee, seems to vvant Thee lesse:

But vvho is left to be so! is there novv A conquering Name that may succeed as Thou Didst thy fam'd Brother! (nay vve'l give Him more) That may excell; as thou didst Him before: For where such spirits meet that All are best Tis equall Glory to be thought the least.

Yet He must be a Man vvhose budding Fame Can fright an Army, vvhose halfe-spoken Name Beats dovvn vvhole Tovvns and Bulvvarks: hath been heard Lovvder than Cannon-shot, and surer fear'd: One that's made up by Transmigration, Of more than the Nine-Worthies into One And beares a Troope of soules; that vve may say, Himselfe's an Army, though His Men b'avvay; When more than this is added, bring That He Which hath more Yet, or else he's lesse than Thee: And why all These? 'tvvill be enough to be Lesse than the least to knovv he's short of Thee; Let him be first a VEERE; his Armies All; As vvell their Spirit, as their Generall: Infuse them vvith his ovvn true Valour, and Teach't by Example; Act his ovvn Command;

Let his ovvn Name the vvhole Corantoes fill, And make them be tvvice printed, let it still Come fresh into Paules walkes, to them vvhich doo Digest each meale vvith Nevves, be somes, meale too: Have such a soule from vvhich vve'd easily take Troops of Commanders; each stout look to make A Captaine; vvhat brave vvord soever fell Out of his mouth create a Colonell When all these heapes of Valour do agree, To forme one Man again, That Man is Thee.

But let him dye like Thee too, Fate begun His envy long before; Thy Death alone. Styl'd him full Victor: 'tvvas some Craft to have Part of Thy body in a Living Grave; To make Thee feele th'increase of death; and be Thy selfe a Part in Thine ovvn Tragoedy: Witnesse that Earth to Earth vvhich in Thy Thigh Forc'd by a Bullet buried there did lye; And Thou didst Live a Corpse, not to be kill'd At last by Thy loose Palscy, but Full-fill'd; Like some Great Prophesie, vvhose End comes slovv And sure, though 'twas begun the Age agoe:

We Challenge Thy first death: this vvas too lovv An Home disease for Thy Great Overthrovv; Even feeble in it selfe, far from the Povver Of being such a Victors Conquerour, And might in some vveake Alderman have been A serious thought, the Nods good Iudgement seeme:

'Tis flat against our Faith to thinke Thy bold And vigorous breast could ever suffer Cold, Or any shaking; no not even the fall Of a Town Vndermin'd, or Blovvn up Wall When th'Earth and Ayre affrighted in those parts Suffer one Palsey vvith the Tovvnsmens hearts.

Yet since this is Thy Period, and in Thee Two Nations Valours at once shaken bee The States and Englands; Yet our Fates are crosse Since vve may Boast, vvhen they shall feele Thy losse.

Richard Godfrey.