An elegie in memorie, and at the interring of the body of the most famous and truely noble knight, Sir Henrie Mervyn. Paterne of all true valour; worth, and arts, who departed this life the 30. of May, and lyes interred at Westminster, anno Do: 1646. Mercer, William, 1605?-1676? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04341 of text036 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing M1737). 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. 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B04341) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182566) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:1[81]) An elegie in memorie, and at the interring of the body of the most famous and truely noble knight, Sir Henrie Mervyn. Paterne of all true valour; worth, and arts, who departed this life the 30. of May, and lyes interred at Westminster, anno Do: 1646. Mercer, William, 1605?-1676? 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed by Jane Coe, London, : 1646. Signed: By W: Mercer. Verse: "With wondring raptures, darting at the ayre ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Mervyn, Henry, -- Sir, d. 1646 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Elegiac poetry, English -- 17th century. B04341 036 (Wing M1737). civilwar no An elegie in memorie, and at the interring of the body of the most famous and truely noble knight, Sir Henrie Mervyn. Paterne of all true va Mercer, William 1646 1254 3 0 0 0 0 0 24 C The rate of 24 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-10 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-12 Megan Marion Sampled and proofread 2008-12 Megan Marion Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion AN ELEGIE In Memorie , and at the Interring of the Body of the most famous and truely Noble Knight , Sir HENRIE MERVYN . Paterne of all true Valour ; Worth , and Arts , who departed this life the 30. of May , and lyes Interred at Westminster , Anno Do : 1646. With wondring raptures , darting at the ayre Much griefe and anguish , sadnesse and dispaire , With mournings , ●usings , madnesse , and a mind Cast downe so low , disconsolate , combin'd , With cruell thoughts , to teare the Stars , and strive To plucke the Planets ; who by power deprive Those admir'd Spirits , so inspir'd with worth . And rob those rare Excellencies of earth ; What fatall planet ; placed in the Skye Durst thus tryumph ? What cruell destinie Durst dare to meddle , or molest thy Spirit , Which did all Vertues to the full inherit ? The rarest Modell of admired Parts , Pure quintesence , of exquisite deserts , So Singular , no Second could admit , The very essence of all acute wit . The Emphasis of ev'ry praise we read , And Source from whence all knowledge did proceed , The life of learning and a light to all That liv'd , or had their being on this Ball . Nature is nothing , if it hath not Art ; But it in thee , perfection did impart In such abundance , that I doe believe Art , here , by nature , was superlative , Thy thoughts were such : they soar'd on sacred wing● Vnlimited , to Sublunary things , Were all subleame , or at the least too high , for usuall Spirits , Mens Capacity ; Throughout all Nations , Notable for Fame , Whose worth , all after ages shall procleame , Who scorn'd the honors of this present age , Nor found it fit , thy vertues to , ingage With such as strove , in State to be extol'd , Or wrapt by favour , in a new fram'd Mould , Let all the Muses , mourne in sable Coats , Heav'ns Quiristers , sing Melancholyk notes ; Let all the Arts , both Morall , and Divine , All Curious Poets , add one mournfull line To shew their love , our losse , and let them pen The highest praise , appropriate to men , And yeeld them all ; as attributes most due , To doe him honour , and againe renue Their Verse once more ; and write upon his Chest . The quickest Wit , the rarest mind , the best . Dame Natur 's darling , singular in skill , Of all the arts , and sciences , no quill Can Comprehend , Contrive , or Calculate , His true de-merits ; nor can Elevate . His Worth ; nor yet Apelles Coloured art , Nor Zeuxes pencill , if alive , impart His prudence , and his pregn●nt Eloquence , His practice , rare performance , Eminence , Nor yet his outwards , objects of our Eye , None could at all , draw to the life ; but lye And let them be , but as they are the ayme , To figure forth , things signity'd by them ; Nor hath he left , behind , one so expert , Upon the Stage ; equall to play his part , Yet all these could not , add one houres increase Vnto his time , you see all flesh is graffe . No usuall quill could draw so rare a shape , The best Experience , could not well escape , But it must erre , nor none can draw his mind No more then they , Can fathom up wind . Wherefore in silence , I must cease , and wonder , So thou may'st stay , swift passenger , and ponder : What Peece of Earth , lyes here Intemb'd , and then Goe tell that Mervin , was the praise of Men . SIR HENRIE MERVIN ; Anagram . My hit's e'er in he'ven , Anagram . Here in my Urne : My hit's ever in he'ven , then doe not mourne . There rests my soule ; my earth ; Here in my Vrne . Anagram . Here in my Vrne , in secret where J lye , Confin'd by fate , or humane destinie . Fame passing hence ; strooke in a Maze , stood dombe , And writ these words , vpon my painted Tomb With sighes , and teares , and Sacrifized Groanes , And left them all , as witnesses at once For to be view'd who having tribute pay'd , Straight vanisht quite ; these were the words were said , Epitaph . Mervyn the Modell morall and divine , Of all that Natur 's knowledge could combine , Lyes here , but yet for all of this Conceive His boundlesse worth , Could not come to the Grave But lives ; and still , so long as time doth last , His fame ( shall far , exceed the Worthyest . Who in a word , proves truly such a Theame That you may read Minerva in his Name . To the Island of England , and the Vniversall Ocean . O English Island , hence forbeare to boast : You boundlesse Oceans , which surround its Coast , Disclose your secrets : neither swell with pride , Since Mervyn now , the Marinors best guide , Is gone ; for if , thy stormy Waves arise , No Art , nor Skill , can Christendome devise To compasse safely ; he , was onely hee , Who could tryumph , and in thy deepe did see Those hidden dangers , which devour'd a world , For want of knowledge , and were headlong hurld , Beyond their bounds ; but O! What Trophees can Be then Created : for so rare a Man ? No ; none at all ; but such as may seeme Odd , And must be made : by Neptun who 's a God . And that is this ; the sky's shall change their kind Into a Curtaine ; and constrain the Wind To stay ; and henceforth never more shall blow , But be a substance , and no ayrie show Shall thence proceed ; but shall as Emblem 's flye Gaiz'd on , and wondred at , with mortals eye : As signes of honour ; and shall so remaine , Till Mervyn be , rais'd from the dust againe . HENRIE MERVYN . Anag . Renue my hire . HENRIE MERVYN . Anag . Merry in he'ven . Dystichon Renue my hire ; and make me one of them That 's Merry in he'ven , 't is all whereat I ayme . Eccrostick . Here , learnings Compend , Miracolous in Arts Estrang'd doth lye ; ( Endow'd with divyne Parts ) No more to more , Removed from our Spheare , Remaines above , Vnstaind , in spotlesse Ayre , Iust and ingenuous Yet he must Submit , Even unto death , Nothing can Conquer it But his perfection , who made him perfit , Where Mervyn liv's , with Angels , in Delight . By W : MERCER . London , Printed by Jane Coe , 1646.