An elegie vpon my deare brother, the Ionathan of my heart, Mr. Iohn Wheeler, sonne to Sir Edmond Wheeler of Riding Court neare Windsor, in the County of Buckingham, deceased Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644. 1637 Approx. 12 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 8 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A10255 STC 20537 ESTC S115450 99850669 99850669 15890 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Wheeler, John, -- Mr -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. 2002-03 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-04 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-05 TCP Staff (Michigan) Sampled and proofread 2002-05 Olivia Bottum Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-06 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion An Elegie VPON MY DEARE BROTHER , THE IONATHAN OF MY HEART , M r. Iohn Wheeler , Sonne to Sir EDMOND WHEELER Of Riding Court neare Windsor , in the County of Buckingham , deceased . Angustia est mihi propter te frater mi Iehonathan ; jucundus fuisti mihi valde ; Admirabilor fuit amor tuus mihi , amore foeminarum . 2. Sam. 1. 26. LONDON , Printed by T. C. for N. Alsop , and T. Nicholes ; and are to be sold at the Angell in Popes head Alley . 1637. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE LADY ELIZABETH , Lady Wheeler . Madam , ALL that Iob lost in his Affliction , he found double in his Readvancement : His children were not doubled , therefore were not lost . This I speake not to spoyle the Complement of common comforters : I know roone descants upon these Marriages , I will neither recite nor avouch , but wil conclude as Charoone does in many things , nothing : Onely my drift is , to make knowne , that this last Marriage was consummated betwixt your incomparable brother ( whose funeralls I here celebrate ) and me ; betwixt whom there was rather an Identity , then a brotherhood ; Frater , ferè alter , Amicus , verè alter . The Elegie which David wrote upon his Ionathan , 2 Sam. 1. 19. warrants mee to doe the like upon mine ; whose loves were both alike , both passing the love of women : What I have done , is the Ensigne of my true Affection , whose supporters are , an Honorable Lady , and her noble Sonne : Accept it from his hands who is , Yours in the true Complement of a faithfull heart . Fra : Quarles . An Elegie . 1 AWay , those Ioyes ; away , those full delights , The late vnbenders of my thoughtfull minde ; Which fedde my Time with sweeter dayes and nights Then were , at first , allotted to Mankinde : Goe seeke out those that feast ; Leave me to sadnesse : Sorrow is the Guest Which I must entertaine , and billet in my brest . 2 BReake not the Peace of my compos'd Resolves Rebellious fancy ; cease to make resort Into my setled Browes , whose thought revolves Businesse of great import : Invention , rest ; till Servile Bribes entice Some Bards corrupted Pen , to set a price On some unworthy Lord , or paint his noble vice . 3 COme then , my Genius ; Let the needlesse Care Of quaint expressions passe : The mourners garbe is not to crispe the hayre , And true bread teares consult not with the Glasse : Lick not thy lines , nor scanne their carelesse feete , Vnmeasur'd Griefe and Measures seldome meete : Neglected wrincles best beseeme the Winding-sheete . 4 DRaw neere you gentle heart , draw neere , Whilst I bedable my suffused eyes ; You shall not spend a teare ; You are my Guests , and these my Obsequies . No neede to begge a droppe ; my dearest Sim And I will fill the Cisterne to the Brim : Then let me beg my bread , if I beg teares for Him. 5 Ev'n Him , to whose sweet Memorie I owe This sad Memoriall of my deare Affection ; Whereby ( who ever please to reade ) may knowe The perfect President of youths Perfection : But , ah , these too supicious times ! Alas , It will surpasse A good Beleevers Faith , to tell but what hee was . 6 FOr me ; let scorne and slight Opinion fill My undervalu'd Rymes with disrepute ; Let every tongue deride my bafsled Quill , And let my lines consume like Summer fruit , When I turne Vices Advocate ; or when Affection , or base by-respects of Men , Shall falsify the just Geometry of my Pen. 7 GOodnes , and vettue , and heroick worth , Sweetnesse of Nature , seconded with Arts ; A noble brest , and Birth ; Compleatnes both of Person , and of Parts : Must be our Theame : We charge the mouth of Fame To blow her louder Trumpet , and proclame His Merits , whom we monrne , and glorifie his Name . 8 HE was an early Spring , and beautified With all that Flora's bounty could bestow ; Life-breathing Zephyr tooke a pride To see his Buds sprout forth , and flowers growe ; The Nymph Pomona feard the Lord of Time Mistooke his Tropick , to show fruit in prime Before the Time of fruit , and in so cold a Clime . 9 Injurious Sisters , tell me why you made His Twine so small , yet spun so short a twine ? Thread had beene the Glory of your Trade , Had you spun strong as well as fine : But ah ! what strength is able to withstand The direfull stroke of your imperious hand , Which prayers can not entreat , nor power countermand ? 10 Now , Readers , know , he was a Marke too fayre For Death to misse ; His ripenesse did invite Her over-daynty Palate not to spare My lifes delight : He was the flowre of youth ; the Ioy of Art ; A faithfull Partner of a faithfull heart : The very Soule of love , and friendships Counterpart . 11 LEarning divine and morall did enrich His wealthy Soule with her abundant store : There was no Excellence , in which He was not halfe a Master , if not more : Sometimes , the busy Quadrant , now and then , Appelles Pencill , and Appollo's Pen Imployd his skinfull hand : He studyed Bookes and Men. 12 MVsick , the language of th' eternall Quire , Breath'd in his soule celestiall straynes , And fild his Spirits with Seraphick fyre , Whose gentle flames calcin'd his ravisht brynes ; And made him ripe for heav'n : He did depart More then a Scholler in that sacred Art , His fancy , singers , voyce , perform'd a Masters part . 13 NOble were all his Actions , strict and just , Quicke , but advis'd ; and milde , yet full of spirit : His heart was buxom , tender , full of Trust ; Prudently simple , free to men of merit : His Resolutions weighd , reserv'd and strong , His silence studious , sweet his tongue ; Lesse ready to require , then to conceive a wrong . 14 O , but those firme Indentures , sweetly past Betwixt his soule and mine , ( Thy bands , ô Hymen , are not halfe so fast ; Ours are too strong for death ; death cancells thine ) O , how they vrge my frailty ! How they thresh My wounded Soule , and tribulate my flesh ! And all my teares being sqent , they spueeze out teares afresh . 15 PAssion usurpes the kingdome of my Soule : My heart is full and it must vent , or breake : Peace , Iudgement , peace ; O , shall I not condole So deare a losse ? Give losers leave to speake . Thou knowest my teares are just Shall , shall they not embalme the precious dust Of my true bosome friend ? They shall , they will , they must . 16 QVench not those flames which your owne breath hath blowne In my Affection ; O , limit not those Bon-fires which are growne Beyond your reach ; love burnes without direction : Nor tell me , what I know , that he sits crown'd With endlesse Ioy : My sorrow does propound The joyes that I have lost , not those which he hath found . 17 REason must stoope , and Iudgement strike her sayle : His Ioyes befoole the wisedome of a Pen ; Fancy must flagge , and language must turne taile ; No , these are heights for Angels , not for men : Alas the stormes of passion That burst from natures Clowds , have dispensation To ease themselves by vent , & vent by lamentation . 18 SO vaine , so fraile , so poore a thing is Man ! A weather cocke , that 's turnd with every blast ; His Griefes are Armefulls ; and his mirth a span ; His Ioyes soone crost , or past His best delights are sauc'd with doubts and feares : If had ; we plunge in Care : If lost ; in teares : Let goe , or hold , they bite ; We hold a Wolfe by th' eares . 19 TIme , shake thy Glasse , and let thy Minits flye , Switcht on with Angels , till thy Sand be spent ; Till then , their 's nothing certaine , but to dye ; Or worse , to droyle in feares , or discontent : Thy best of all thy Sweets are but a Snare ; Thy Honours , blasts of Ayre ; Thy wealth , but golden Trash ; and trifles , full of care . 20 VNdresse thy selfe , my Soule , and dissinvest Thy thoughts of all these Ragges of flesh and blood ; Returne thee to thy Rest ; O , there be Monsters lurke in Natures flood : Close up thy springs ; thy bankes are to the brim : Weepe for thy selfe ; my Soule , thou canst not swim In the dead Sea of teares ; O , weepe no more for Him. 21 WAnder no more in the distracted Path Of Sense : The teares are lost which Passion vent ; O , rather seeke the Pleasures that he hath , Whose death thine eyes lament ; He lives in joy ; Thou show'st a weeping eye ; He sits in Glory ; Thou sittst downe to cry ; Thou either lou'dst him not , or giv'st his joyes the Lye. 22 YOu , that are Partners in so great a losse , Strive to be partners in so great a gaine ; Pry not too much into his Dust , his Drosse ; The hopes of Comfort there , are lesse then vaine . Cast up your better eyes , And view that Palace , where his Glory lyes , Where Time cannot suppresse , where Death cannot surprize . FINIS .