On the untimely and much lamented death of Mrs. Anne Gray the daughter of the learnedly accomplisht Doctor Nicholas Gray of Tunbridge in Kent, who dyed of the small pox. Holland, Samuel, gent. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A86460 of text R211929 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.20[51]). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A86460 Wing H2440 Thomason 669.f.20[51] ESTC R211929 99870596 99870596 163468 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. A86460) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163468) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 247:669f20[51]) On the untimely and much lamented death of Mrs. Anne Gray the daughter of the learnedly accomplisht Doctor Nicholas Gray of Tunbridge in Kent, who dyed of the small pox. Holland, Samuel, gent. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1657] Verse - "Scarce have I dry'd my cheeks, but griefs invite". Imprint from Wing. Signed at end: Samuel Holland. Annotation on Thomason copy: "March 24. 1656"; "March 24th 1656". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Gray, Anne, d. 1656 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Elegiac poetry, English. A86460 R211929 (Thomason 669.f.20[51]). civilwar no On the untimely and much lamented death of Mrs. Anne Gray, the daughter of the learnedly accomplisht Doctor Nicholas Gray of Tunbridge in Ke Holland, Samuel, gent. 1657 622 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-09 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-11 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-12 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2007-12 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion ON THE UNTIMELY AND MUCH LAMENTED DEATH OF Mrs Anne Gray , the Daughter of the Learnedly accomplisht Doctor Nicholas Gray of Tunbridge in Kent , Who dyed of the Small Pox . AN ELEGIE . SCarce have I dry'd my Cheeks , but Griefs invite Again my Eyes to weep , my Hand to write , Which still return with greater force , being more In weight and number then they were before . Mechanick Griefs are eloquent , their sound Beats through the streets , and in that spacious Round Salutes each strangers eare : Nor can so high And wide a Ruine in one Family Contracted keep ; but seeking farther bounds , Fills every brest with its afflicting sounds . Youth met with Beauty weeps ; then who forbears To Griefe's Exchequer to bring in his tears ? Het that such tributes doth not now returne , Knows neither Vertue , nor for whom we mourn , SHE , whose unequall'd , and whose rich desert Did take possession in each knowing heart ; Whose life was such , it may be well deny'd , That she did ever ill , but that she dy'd . SHE , like another Nature , but whose Name Gave life to Beauty , and a voyce to Fame ; SHE , whose pure worth was such , whom gone , that even Heav'n would lament with many a tear , if Heaven Had not assum'd her , who in all she did , Both Grace in it and Innocence were hid , Is hence ascended , while our Griefs infer Their moyst Complaints , and envy Heav'n , not Her. Death , who did boast his high Prerogative , And hourely Conquests over all alive , Did here begin to startle , and did seeme To feare her Beauties would now conquer him : Therefore a danger to prevent so nigh , Drew forth at once all his Artillery , And so direct the Battery was laid , So full the Charge , so fast the Case-shot play'd , That the poor Body fell upon the place , A thousand wounds being printed on her face : Yet spight of Death , and Fate , we must imply , That she her selfe was well content to dye ; For in this sad and tedious vale of Teares , Ere she had hardly numbred eighteene yeeres , She had done all her businesse , and made even With Earth , and drawn up her accounts for Heaven . Rich in her Sexes value , good mens praise , And full of all could be desir'd , but dayes ; Where after her we sigh our soules , the while She counts our teares , and with a pittying smile Beholds our following Love ; and now no Drums , Nor voyce of Cannons , nor of Trumpets comes To vex her quiet eare ; nor any noyse Dares once approach to interrupt her joyes ; But Health and Strength doe court her , and the treasure Of endlesse light , and unrepented pleasure , And all the Blessings which faire Peace doth bring Sent for so oft by my late Lord the King Her Epitaph . WOuldst thou know who lies here , under This cold Marble ? read , and wonder : For body , beauty , feature , sense , This was the Maid of Excellence , Whose early Soule soone understood And practic'd all that men call Good : And wondring threescore yeares should stay For what so soone she bore away , She sudden unto Heaven did fly , Asham'd of dull Mortality . SAMUEL HOLLAND .