A funeral elegy upon the most honored upon Earth, and now glorious in Heaven His Excellency Robert Devereux Earl of Essex and Ewe, Viscount Hereford, Lord Ferrers of Chartly Courchier and Lovaine, late Generall of England. / Written by him who doth with much grief here speak of brave Essex, Englands Phenix Peere. Josiah Ricraft of London merchant. Ricraft, Josiah, fl. 1645-1679. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A91805 of text R210596 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.10[81]). 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'). 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A91805) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 162615) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f10[81]) A funeral elegy upon the most honored upon Earth, and now glorious in Heaven His Excellency Robert Devereux Earl of Essex and Ewe, Viscount Hereford, Lord Ferrers of Chartly Courchier and Lovaine, late Generall of England. / Written by him who doth with much grief here speak of brave Essex, Englands Phenix Peere. Josiah Ricraft of London merchant. Ricraft, Josiah, fl. 1645-1679. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (port.) Printed in the year one thousand six hundred forty and six in which, Septembers fourteenth day deceased brave Essex. Are to be sold by John Hancock, in Popes head Ally neer the Royall Exchange, London : [1646] With engraved portrait of the Earl of Essex. In verse : "Is Valiant Essex dead? 'tis sure a story!" Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Essex, Robert Devereaux, -- Earl of, 1591-1646 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Elegiac poetry, English -- Early works to 1800. A91805 R210596 (Thomason 669.f.10[81]). civilwar no A funeral elegy upon the most honored upon Earth, and now glorious in Heaven, His Excellency Robert Devereux Earl of Essex and Ewe, Viscount Ricraft, Josiah 1646 626 2 0 0 0 0 0 32 C The rate of 32 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-07 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-08 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2007-08 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A Funerall Elegy upon the most Honored upon Earth , and now glorious in Heaven , His Excellency Robert Devereux Earl of Essex and Ewe , Viscount Hereford , Lord Ferrers of Chartly Bourchier and Lovaine , late Generall of England . portrait Robert Earle of Essex his Exellence Lord Generall of the Parlimts : Army etc : Lately deceased winged skull IS valiant Essex dead ? 't is sure a story ! Since none do die who gain eternal glory . No , he is only vanisht from our sight , And made a star ; to give these Isles more light To see the way to peace , and to direct Their erring judgements from each idle Sect , Which trouble both Religion , and the State ▪ And are indeed the limen of that gate At which our miseries and mischiefes enter , The very spring of all our woes and center . But whither run I ? oh ! see ! observe the Sphears , How they bewail our Essex losse in tears : For with this light and airy shadow we Of fame and honor must contented be ; Since from the vain grasp of our Wishes fled Their glorious substance is , now , he is dead ; And speaks again louder , and louder yet ; Els while we hear the sound , we should forget What is deliver'd ; let hoarse rumors cry Till it so many ecchoes multiply , To waken our deaf sense , and make our ears As open and dilated as our fears , That we might feel the blow and feeling grive At which fain we would not , but must beleeve , And in this horrid faith behold the world From her proud height of expectation hurl'd ; Stooping with him , as if shee strove to have No lower center now , then Essex grave . Oh! could not all thy purchas'd victories Like to thy fame , thy flesh immortalize ! Could not all these protect thee , or prevail To fright that coward Death , who oft grew pale To look thee and thy battels in the face ? Alas they could not ! destiny gives place To none : nor is it seen that Princes Lives Can saved be by their Prerogatives . Yet since it is decreed thy life's bright sun Must be eclip'st ; thy race it being run : Be proud , thou dye'st in thy black obsequies With greater glory set , then others rise . For in thy death and life thou heldest one Most just and regular proportion . Look how a circle drawn by compass meet Invisibly is joyned head to feet : So doth thy fate and honor now contend To match thy brave beginning with thy end . And for thy name , it stands in crimson groun ▪ Edg-hill and Newbrey-marsh thy fame to sound . For in those fields thou did'st triumphantly Conquer the enemy , got'st the victory . Therefore thou wilt have for thy passing bels The drums and canons thunder forth thy knels . Then famous London shut your shops a space , And mourn for him who was your Islands grace . I should proceed , but sorrow wets my eyes ; And while some Muses write , mine only cries . Written by him who doth with much grief here Speak of brave Essex , Englands Phenix Peere . Josiah Ricraft of London Merchant . FINIS LONDON Printed in the year one thousand six hundred forty and six In which , SEPTEMBERS fourteenth day deceased brave ESSEX . Are to be sold by JOHN HANCOCK , in Popes head Ally neer the Royall Exchange .