ANNIVERSSARIES UPON HIS PANARETE.  — Par nulla figura dolori. 
LONDON, Imprinted by Felix Kyngston and are to be sold by Robert Bostock, at the King's Head in Paul's Churchyard. 1634.   
Look not upon me, because I am black, Cant. 1. 6.  

To the endeared memory of His ever loved, never too much lamented PANARETE, Mris FRANCES BRATHWAIT.  
A distilling Vial of Funeral tears obsequiously offered.   

MELPOMENE.  

MUSE, thou hast oft to others griefs been known,  
" Now show a real passion in thine own.    

NIOBE.  

I'll not invoke, as othersuse,  
" The influence of any Muse;  
" The Muses nine shall be no other,  
" Than O●…phans nine to moon their Mother.    

Anniverssaries upon his PANARETE.  

Weep! no; I will not: that would ease mine heart;  
●…he burden of my griefs shall bear a part  
In sadder Strains: Still-running Rivers are  
Ever the deep●…st: Not a tear●… shall share  
In my discomfort: They that can allay  
Their griefs with tears, are Mourners for a day.   

Nor will I cast my Sorrows on my back,  
Nor clothe them, as our Painter's use, in black;  
Such clothing's mere dissembling: many wear  
A sable habit, and distil a tear,  
Who can dispense with grief: which I detest;  
Though Pictures be by Shadows best expressed  
To Native Symmetry: we cannot so  
Paint our essential Portraiture of woe.   

O Nïobe! that Story writ of thee  
Shall borrow life and lineament from me.  
I'm stupid grown, and by continuate moan  
A livelesse-senselesse metamorphosed stone.  
Where shall I then retire, dejected man?  
But like the Desart-hanting Pelican,  
To ●…ome dark Lawn, close Cell, or remo●…e plac●…,  
Where I may takefull view of 〈◊〉;  
And mak●… myself the Emblem? Where delight  
In melancholy walks, and Birds of night  
Shall feed my pensive passion, and in time  
Make my retired bosom Sorrows Shrine.   

The throbbing Turtle having lost his Spouse,  
Will not on an●… bloom or blossom browse,  
No●… roost on any twig that's fresh or green●…,  
But like a Recluse live unknown, unseen.  
The chaste-choice Bird Porphyrio, left alone,  
(Reft of his Mate) converts his mirth to moon;  
Famine's his' food, darkesilence his repose,  
Lost Love the Loom, his Life the Web of woes.  
Retired he lives, not seen converse with any,  
His comforts few, his discontentments many;  
Dew-trickling tears, like Crystal Rills distil,  
Which form a funer●…ll habit to his will.  
To live he loathes, for while he lives he tries  
Nought good in life, till it expires and dies.  
If Birds o'th' Air such heavy Airs send forth,  
Deepe-drained must mine be, or they're little worth.   

Had she been, like too many of our Nation,  
Exposed to riot, or engaged to fashion;  
Or entered parley with an amorous Mate,  
Or for a toy impauned her husband's state;  
Or like a private Gossip, wiped her moúth,  
And in a corner had a luscious tooth;  
Or shown a tempest in a furrowed brow,  
Or been averse what she was moved unto;  
Or seized by various humours; or oppressed  
With spleen and passion; or reserved a Breast  
To nourish jealous thoughts; observed no Laws;  
Or ta'en exception when there was no cause;  
Or heard aspersions with a longing ear,  
And made them ever worse than they were.  
Had she been such, by all mine hopes, I vow,  
I should have mourned in clothes, as others do,  
And with a sable habit clothed my skin,  
But worn a cheerful Nuptial Robe within;  
And joyed like those, who, when the storm is done,  
Refresh themselves in seeing of the Sun.  
Yea, e'er th'Rosemary Sprigs and fragrant flowers  
Stuck on those ashy corpse, which once were ours,  
Should lose their beauty or their odor sweet,  
Or Moth or worm should pierce her shrouding sheet.  
I'd dried my tears, clozing her obits thus,  
" Adieu! thouart fitter far for Earth than us.   

None Such was mine! her virtues were too pure  
To feed fond fancy with a foreign lure.  
Fixed was her eye on heaven, while every sense  
In doing good strove for preeminence.  
In distinct hours she would divide the day,  
To walk, write, work, to meditate and pray:  
Her first fruits were for Heaven; her second cares  
Pitched their resolves on temporal affairs:  
For Mine held Time of higher estimate  
Than to expose it at so vile a rate,  
As to bestow't on trifles: every hour  
Was her improver; not a budding flower  
(Such sacred contemplation did awake her)  
But stamped in her the memory of her Maker.  
Yea, of such sweet compassion she was,  
As not one subtle grain of sand did pass  
Through th' glassy Crevet, but each single grain  
(So loath she was that aught should fall in vain)  
Wrought in her thoughts an Emblem; which she'd thus  
In her devoutest privacy discuss.   

" Hours, minutes, moments, ye distilling sands  
" Whereon our lives dimension merely stands,  
" Diviner use of you I cannot make,  
" Than by your swifter current to awake  
" My long-depressed thoughts, and lodge them there  
" In that pure orb, where you must not appear.  
" Hence than this benefit do I receive,  
" As sands do summon me unto my Grave,  
" It shall be my sole comfort, supreme care,  
" Each minute for my passage to prepare:  
" That when my vading breath shall cease in me,  
" I may plant there where I desire to be.   

" O Soul! wouldst thou but eye these sands that fall,  
" And how thou canst not one of these recall  
" With myriads of tears, thou wouldst esteem  
" Nothing more precious than to redeem  
" Th' expense of misspent time, and strive to show  
" A pattern unto others what to do:  
" That every minute might a model give  
" To thee and thine both how to love and live.   

Thus would my PANARETE meditate,  
And thus with Death would she expostulate,  
To make him more familiar; which was wrought  
By slighting Death, t'enjoy Him whom she sought.   

But leaving these, Dear MUSE relater be  
Of her descent and honoured Family;  
Ennobled by her spotless virtuous name,  
To prove those Ancestors from which she came.   

near Darlington was my Dear Darling borne, 
Her Family.   
Of noble house, which yet bears Honour's form,  
Teese-seated Sockbourne, where by long descent  
Cogniers were Lords, their Country's ornament;  
Which by that ancient Monument appears,  
Reared in the Chancel there for many years;  
Where th'Ancestor such an Exploit performed,  
As he by Fame and victory adorned,  
Made his Successors glorious, which I wish  
(And crown my wishes Heaven!) may live in his:  
Mean time I this relation will omit,  
Because 
* In his REMAINS AFTER DEATH.  elsewhere I have recorded it.   

But what's a Family but style or name,  
Unless preserved by a virtuous Fame? 
Her Fame.   
And this she had, which did perfume her life,  
(Like a most precious odor) Maid and Wife.  
Pure were her thoughts, her Actions without stain,  
Grace was her Guide, and Godliness her Gain.  
She breathes not that lived freer from suspect,  
Nor courted vanity with more neglect;  
Pride was her scorn, Humility her Prize,  
And Heaven the Object where she fixed her eyes.  
Yea, there was nought on Earth she more did love,  
Than Fame by real goodness to improve:  
So as, even those which knew her by report,  
Admired that which they heard, and famed her for't:  
Tears trickling streamed from Neighbour's eyes; expressed  
Those silent sorrows treasured in their breast:  
While with joint voice, made hoarse through grief, they cried,  
" None ever lived more loved, or moaned, died.   

Nor was she vain in habit or attire, 
Her Habit.   
A modest-matron Weed was her desire;  
That habit solely tendered her delight,  
Which made her comely in her Maker's sight.  
No painting, pu●…sting, powdering of the hair,  
No C●…russe cheek, no azured breast laid bare,  
To take deluded eyes; fantastic toys,  
Wherein corrupted fancy only joys,  
ne'er lured her love: Her Maxim used to be,  
" She wears best clothes, that wears to her degree,  
Yet was she neat; atti●…d in such a manner,  
As she wo●…e nought but properly became her:  
Nor careless, neither curious would she seem,  
But in her habit to retain esteem;  
Whose graceful pres●…nce did so well besit,  
I●… gave a grace to her, and she to it. 
A modest Descri●…tion of her Person; taxing the use of for●…'d Hyperboles.    

For to describe her Person, which shall be,  
As was herself, composed of modesty,  
Her Beauty was her own, a native red  
Got by a modest blush, her tincture, fed  
By Fear and Fancy; No complexion bought  
From Shop e'er touched her Shape, nor ever wrought  
On her affection; rather high than low  
Appeared her stature, that the Age might know  
Nature did owe her nothing, taking care  
To make her proper, as her form was fair.   

Nor can I vie in my trueteares with these  
Who feign an Idol of Hyperboles:  
As to compare the tresses of her hair  
To purest Lydian threads, which subtle air  
Dishevels; or her smooth-ascending Front  
Unto a Beacon, or some rising Mount  
For prospect glorious; nor those Lamps of light  
To burnished Diamonds, which beday the night  
With their diffused lustre; nor her teeth  
To Orient pearls; nor her roseate breath  
To Nectar or Ambrosian rivulets;  
Nor Lips to Rubies dipped in Violets:  
Nor with description upon every part  
To make my grief a curious Scene of Ar●…,  
To give a relish to a liq'rish taste,  
And so forget what dishes should be placed  
At this sad funeral feast: No, Dearest, no,  
My grounded griefs cannot be razed so.  
Colours well laid, and such are died in grain  
Are of that substance, they'll admit no stain;  
The more you wash, the more you lose your time,  
And so it fares with these extremes of mine.  
I cannot artfully show what she was,  
But sure she did all mortals far surpass  
In my conceit, nor needs he any art  
To pencil Her, whose feature's in his Hart:  
Which a more living deep impression bears  
Than all our Art-expressive Characters.  
This, were my breast unripped, would make more ●…how  
Than all our Limners with their art can do●….   

So as, I cannot choose but highly tax  
These Mimic Mourners, who like Shrines in wax  
Can mould their faces to what form you please,  
And varnish o'er their Dear Love's Obsequies  
With high poetic raptures: whereas sense  
Of grounded grief admits no Eloquence:  
" He that is truly wounded and heartsick  
" Will ne'er converse with flowers of Rhetoric.  
Let it suffice, nought could in woman be,  
If good, were not in her espoused to me▪  
chaste was my choice; so choice, as ne'er was br●…d  
A 〈◊〉 Con●…ort both for board and bed.   

Besides, where e'er I walk, I gather thence 
Her Providence.   
Apparent tokens of her Providence:  
Although I seek her, whom I cannot find,  
I find Inventions of her pregnant mind  
Expressed in every Arbour: quick conceit  
S●…cer'd by 〈◊〉 to support a state;  
Without too much restraint or liberty,  
Not domine●…ring in a family,  
Nor too remiss; nor lavish, nor too spare;  
Careful, yet wise to moderate her care;  
Rich in a frugal bounty, while content  
Smiled on her brow, whether she spared or spent▪  
So as, in all domestical affairs  
So sweetly mixed were her well-tempered cares,  
As if she had been from her childhood bred,  
And th' Economics solely studied.  
Nor did her cautious providence extend  
Wholly to thoughts of frailty, which take end  
From time and mutability; O, no!  
She thought of th'place, whereto all Mortals go;  
And that she might with Preparation store her,  
She had her Shrouding-Sheet still laid before her,  
As a Memorial; which, during breath,  
Might represent to her the face of Death:  
With which, that she might make herself more fit,  
Thus she'd familiarly converse with it.   

" SHROWDED, thou art all that's left me to my grave,  
" To clothe this poor Remainder which I have;  
" Pray thee be my Remembrancer, and now  
" Put me in mind o'th' place where I must go.  
" Vile veil of frailty! pray thee still be nigh,  
" And be my Lecture," to prepare to die.   

And that she might leave pledges of her love  
On earth below, as she had done above,  
Rings on her Husband's Sisters she bestows,  
For a Remembrance, which expressly shows  
The goodness of her Nature, being known  
To tender them as dear as her own.  
She sets her house in order, and applies  
Her will to Gods; and dies before she dies.   

Some Countries I have red of, who did ●…se, 
〈◊〉 of m●…tallor 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 t●… Princes, i●… s●…me 〈◊〉, upon their Election, which they will make ch●…ice of ●…o be their Tomb.   
When by Election they their Princes choose,  
Pieces of Stone or mettle to present,  
Which they would choose to be their monument,  
Tomb, or Triumphant Urn; for they renown  
A royal death before a regal Crown. 
Us●… of that 〈◊〉 ●…o her appli●…d: in h●…r convo●… t●… her bea●…ficall estate.   
This use or custom may be well applied,  
To my now glorious Heav'n-infranchised Bride,  
Who lodged Deaths model ever in her eyes,  
And in her thoughts that sole-sufficient prize,  
Which of a Mortal, an immortal makes,  
And loos●…h nought by those that share in stakes.  
Glorious resolves! When, while we mortals are,  
For heaven on earth, wee'dresse our highest care▪  
And so enspheere our thoughts in Him we love,  
That though our Foot's below, our Faith's above,  
Such do not prize Raze, jet, nor Porphyry,  
To give a Cover to Mortality.  
The Thracian Marble naturally wrought  
To be their Shrine is least of all their thought.  
A Mansion more transcendent is their aim,  
While they reflect on th'placefrom whence they came.  
Both which reflexive aims did her attend,  
To crown her gracious life with glorious end.   

DORCAS full of good works and alms too, 
DORCAS Needle-works to her applied.   
The lively Emblem of my lovely do;  
Widows stood weeping, and with grief disma●…d,  
Showing the coats and garments DORCAS made;  
All which commends may be applied, and more,  
To Her, whose hand made garments for the poor.  
Besides rich Needle-work●…s, which ancient use  
Approves to store and beautifi●… an hous●….  
Which patterns when I see, needs must appear  
Still in mine eye a Monumental t●…are.   

Shall I express her Love! it might be made  
Equal to what the Roman Matron said,  
" Where thou art Caius, I am Caia too, 
He●… love ●…xpressed and made 〈◊〉 with that of Caia, wif●… to Caius Tranquillus.   
" Nor will I act what Caius would not do▪  
What s●…cred-secret union was this,  
Where nought was don●… by Her, implied not His?  
And such was mine; and happy was the time,  
When I might truly living style her mine.  
No mount, no vale, no shady lawn nor g●…ove,  
But in her presence were receipts of love;  
Local Ideas, where all comforts were  
Closed in one abstract, while herself lodged there.  
For where Wit, neatness, goodness jointly meet,  
That subject needs must be perfections seat,  
And such was mine; neat to delight the eye,  
Good to improve her life, and pregnancy  
Of sweet-chaste-choice conceits to cheer the ear,  
And raise Invention to an higher Sphere.  
Which puts me now in mind of various flowers  
And Posies too, which at retired hou●…es  
Her richer Fancy used to devise  
For Bracelets, rings, and other rarities;  
In which, ingenious modesty would show  
Emblems of Love, and teach an Artist too  
His just dimension; Such would She compose,  
Crowning invention with a virtuous close.   

One day, two rings with Posies I received, 
Her Posies.   
In which were these inscriptions engraved:  
By THIS (th'devise, a bleeding Heart) I LIVE,  
YET THIS (see her affection!) I GIVE:  
On th' inner brim these words inscribed were,  
THIS (heart engraven) IS NEAR, YET YOU AS DEAR.  
The nexta Garter-ring, and on the knot  
Was this in Capitals distinctly wrote:  
THIS (and may this be sacred) WHEN I DIE  
FATE (and too soon came it) MAY THIS UNTIE.  
Within the wreaths, these words addressed unto me,  
Sir, IF YOU LOSE ME (ay me!) YOU UNDO ME,   

Such acquaint conceits allayed more serious cares,  
But suffered no neglect in her affairs:  
For her stayed thoughts surpassed her years, and told  
The World, that 'tis Discretion which makes old  
The bloomingst youth; which stood confirmed in ours,  
Who, though but young in years, was old in hours.   

And now, methinks, in silent shade I hear 
The perplexed Sages answer;" He was be-" thinking" himself" wherein his" Spouse ever" offended" him, to allay" that 〈◊〉" sorrow which" had so possessed" him, but" could find" none: And" how He" never suffici-" ently prized" the height or" weight of" her less, ●…ill" he fel●… i●….   
The Answer of that Sage sound in mine ear;  
Who much perplexed, and walking all-alone,  
Was asked by one, what He was thinking on:  
" I'm thinking, Sir, quoth he, of my dead wife,  
" Wherein she ere offended me all he life,  
" That thought thereof might bid me cease to moon,  
" And so allay my grief, but I find none.  
" This makes my Sorrows infinitely pressed,  
" And adds new store to re— possess my breast.  
" Besides, this drains fresh rivers from mine eyes,  
" For that sufficiently I could not prise  
" The height or weight of her unequalled loss,  
" Before I felt mine unsupported cross.  
These thoughts of his dear Spouse his joys exiled,  
And caused this ancient Sage to play the child.   

Reflect on thy sad Scene; peruse each clause;  
And poise thy griefs, if they have not like cause.  
Did sne ere give occasion of offence?  
Or if she did, would not her penitence  
Resolve it into tears? did she not share  
In thy discomforts, and allay thy care  
With her discreet advice? and yield increase  
Unto thy Comforts, by partaking these?  
Would she not joy, and in her joys o'erflow  
When she saw smoothness smile upon thy brow,  
Could aught affect thine humour, she'd not make  
The Object of her pleasure for thy sake?  
No, heaven thou knowst, all these her life expressed;  
Which are with tears recorded in my breast.   

BUT pause a while! canst thou be said to breath,  
And breathless She sleep in the arms of death?  
Husband and Wife are two-united-one,  
How can I live then when myself is gone?  
Gone to her gain, my loss; unvalued loss!  
Yet should her Christian Crown allay my Cross,  
Could I appease my passion, which springs  
From brackish streams of humane sufferings:  
While Reason with my Passion dictates thus: 
Reasons dictate with Passion.    

" How is't, that you incense both Fate and Us  
" With your incessant mourning? you will say  
" she's dead whom you so loved; 'tis true, but pray,  
" What was she borne for? or what made of? Earth  
" Her composition, whence she took her birth;  
" Her feet frail ●…ases, though of purest mould;  
" Where th' Groundworke's weak, the Building cannot hold.  
" Did not that Consumption●…unne ●…unne  
" (Whereof she died) to Mother, daughter, son,  
" Before it seized on her? Elder was she,  
" Yet last surprised, as one reserved for thee.  
" Wouldst but consider what to thee is sent,  
" Others have felt, thou wouldst be more content.   

" Yea, but again you'll say, she died young,  
" And might by course of Nature have lived long.  
" Go to th' Embroidered Theatre of ours  
" Decked with variety of choicest flowers,  
" Where you shall find some meldewed in their prime,  
" Some blasted, others pruned 'fore their time;  
" Not one amongst ten but cul●…ed in their youth,  
" And those are left, do perish in their growth.  
" These spring, & sprung untimely blasts do take them,  
" Those grow, and grown then winter comes to shake them.  
" Nor is't in these, but in all else that breath,  
" Both Youth and Age are subject unto death.  
" Nor should it be unto our humane form  
" Moore strange to dye, than for us to be borne.  
" Recount those Heroës that were styled divine,  
" Renowned for famous actions in their time,  
" What's left of all their glory? a straight urn  
" After such spacious conquests served their turn.  
" Where's all those specious Dames, whose very sight  
" Darkened the lustre of the Chrysolite;  
" Whose richer beauties seemed to bestow  
" Mintage on all inferior beauties too,  
" And seemed exempt from frailty? those even shun them  
" Dead and deformed, who, living, doted on them:  
" Their beauteous Body's earth-reduced forms,  
" Their eyes dark Crannies to encloister worms.  
" He then or she the happiest appears  
" That dies the youngst, because he sheds least tears:  
" Since Life is such a vaine-deceiving sleep,  
" We dream of joys, but when we wake, we weep.   

" Yea, but you'll say, She was with virtues blessed,  
And might improve the place which she possessed  
" By her example! Do you therefore grieve  
That for her Country she should Exile leave?  
O do not so malign her happiness!  
" This were t'adjorne fruition of her bliss  
" For humane ends; Her virtues are her Crown,  
" And those Examples which her life hath shown  
" Surviving Annals which can never dye,  
" But still embalm her precious memory  
" So long as Time keeps minutes:" Cease to moon;  
" 'Tis sin to mourn for such a Saintly one:  
" Whose death's her wreath, her palm her period,  
" Her Epithalamie her dying ode▪  
" Cease then your fruitless wishes; they're in vain;  
" Nor Prayers nor Tears can call her back again.  
" But should heavens grant this suit perferred by thee,  
" Her loss were greater than thy gain could be.  
" Her joys are infinite, thine finite are,  
" And 'twixt these two there can be no compare.  
" For what's this world, but a painted bliss,  
" Where few or want or have what they could wish!  
" Do no●… give reins then to thy furious will,  
" She loved thee well, why shouldst thou wish her ill?   

These Dictates on my Senses wrought some force,  
Though Sense told Reason, Nature must have course!  
" Too well knows he his moan with mirth to season,  
" Who in his griefs applies his Ear to Reason▪  
But to impressive were these prints of grief  
To tender me such expedite relief:  
Too deep those Characters to be defaced,  
Or so by Reason or persuasion razed;  
As no Remains were left to gather head,  
No●… in my birth of Sorrows to succeed.  
For then, even then, when Reason's self affords  
Some rays of comfort, her last dying words  
Renew my wounds, and add unto the store  
Of those old griefs I parlyed with before.  
And blame me not, that these effects were such,  
Who so forgets them, He affects not much.  
For if these halfe-breathed words of dying men  
To strangers precious be, who knew not them,  
What will the voice of one do whom we love?  
What strange impressions leave? how strongly move?  
When it calls to us from the Deathbed too,  
And with eyes fixed on heavens addressed to go  
From this vain vale, these ●…ew but evil days,  
O what a conflict doth-each accent raise!  
Grief and affection struggle to enclose them,  
The Heart becomes a Casket to repose them:  
No Syllable is lost, nought uttered  
By that weake-faltring tongue unregistered:  
Knowing, that in short space, that very tongue,  
Whose weake-breathed Organs tuned their dying song,  
And as yet speak, and all attention move,  
By friendly accents, in their Ears that lov●…,  
Shall in eternal silence be tied up,  
And from the Ear of Mortals ever shut;  
So as, those dying words you heard before  
With their sweet sound shall ne'er salute you more.  
And such were mine; O that the Judge of time  
Would have reprieved her to be longer mine!  
But let me not offend; heavens pardon me,  
If Passion make me speak too forwardlie!   

Now to her dying words let me descend,  
Sweetly delivered, while her sweetest end  
Was now approaching; just the very same, 
Her dying-words, at his late and l●…st 〈◊〉 from her, 〈◊〉 her childr●…n 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Fath●…rs care.   
Though not so moving, as from whence they c●…me.   

" Sir, (with a dying-smile, these words she spoke,  
" While her weake-beating pulse my hand did take)  
" I'm going from you, and must recommend  
" These little ones now to you at mine end,  
" To whom you must father and mother be,  
" And in their Image, Sir, remember me.  
" Be it your care, next to your supreme care,  
" To tender these, in whom none he's a share  
" But yo●…r dear self; by all my hopes I vow,  
" Not one strayed thought estranged their birth from you: 
Never did one strayed ●…ought estrange her from him.   
" No●… did you e'er conceit it; For we were  
" By Nuptial tie fixed in one sacred spheere,  
" Where Twinlike Love such graces did bestow,  
" As neither liked, what th' other loved not too.  
" Deer your respect to me, to you was mine,  
" And so were you opinioned all our time.  
" For since I h●…ld the title of a wife,  
" I ne'er eyed pleasing Object all my life  
" But in your pr●…sence, (and heavens forgive) 
Her vowed affection s●… constantly fixed on him, as it never eyed Object with delight, but in his presence.   
" If that delight made me desire to live,  
" So constantly was my affection fixed,  
" As it was ne'er with foreign fancy mixed,  
" But pure as is the Fire; Which to requi●…e,  
" Let these be in your thought, when least in sight;  
" These younglins, tender in their mother's ●…ye,  
" Whom they must want, and you are to supply.  
" Let them have breeding, Sir, by your dispose,  
" It is a portion that they cannot jose.  
" Correct them too, yet let them understand  
" That their Correction's from a Father's hand.  
"— Now with a Mother's Blessing, Babes, adjeu,  
" Your Mother takes her lasting leave of you.  
" For you, Sir, as God's pleased to bestow  
" Much on you, so make use of what you know;  
" O do not hide your Tal●…nt in the g●…ound,  
" But let your knowing life with fruits abound●…  
" Fear God for love, more than for fear of Hell;  
" Heaven be our meeting— Dearest Love farewell.  
"— So, now my race is done, mine Hourglass run,  
" Come, my Lord jesus, my sweet jesus come.   

WHAT a choice-curious piece of Clay was this  
Which gave her form! Which form sh●…ll be in bliss,  
Clothed with immortal beauty and divine,  
Not subject to mortality or time,  
When it shall rise again; and rise it must  
From this poor shell of Earth, or Shrine of dust  
Where it lies now inter●…'d; to reappear  
Fuller of lustre than it shined here:  
Ranked with triumphant Quires, where length of daie●…  
Is the sole-sov'raigne subject of their praise:  
While her heav'n-mounting Soul with airy wings  
Sings glorious Paeans to the King of kings.   

Close then thy funeral Ode, sinc●… thou mayst hear  
This sound from every mouth to every Ear;  
" Her due deserts this sentence on her gives,  
" She dies to life, yet in her death she lives,  
She live●… in fame above the reach of death, 
Choicest virtues our ●…hiefest honours, our sweetest odours.   
An●… from her ashes do such odour●… breath  
Of her surviving virtues, as they prove  
No death so sweet as th●…irs who goodness love.  
For though they seem unto our Senses dead,  
The Branches of their living actions spread,  
From whence no blooms nor blossoms only shoot,  
But to succeeding ages store of frui●….  
And such was mine; once mine; now from mine eyes  
Ta'en, to obtain a more transcendent prize  
Than earth could give her: and heavens will be done!  
My night is coming, but her day's begun.   

In silent passion then, or as griefs be, 
He clozeth her funeral Ode, with an Ecstasy or passionate silence.   
When they do labour of an Ecstasy,  
Retire, and when thousee'st Earth-minded men  
Bemoan inferior losses, Smile at them.  
And if they ask thee why thou canst not grieve,  
Tell them, Discretion will not give thee leave.  
Vain griefs can work no such effect in thee,  
Thy tears are treasured for PANARETE.  
If they ask What She was, bid them here read;  
If they ask Where She is, in tears write, DEAD.   
FINIS.   

1 Epitaph.  

FOr rites of holy Church which Christians have,  
Quires of blessed Angels sing her to her grave;  
For hallowed candles, virtues give her light,  
And form a day of a sad funeral night;  
For ●…els. good works, which ring so sweet a chime,  
As they do sound he●… mortally-divine;  
For An●…hems and Memorials of the dead,  
With Saintly Orisons solemnised:  
For Shrines of Raze or monumental Brass,  
A living fame; her Epitaph: ay WAS.  
" Cease then your friendly Sorrow, 'twere a Sin  
" To weep for Her; reserve your tears for Him.    

2 Epitaph.  

MArch dust more worth than a king's ransom is; 
Obiit Mar●…ii vijo▪ Anno Dom. 1633.   
Which proverb may be verifide by ●…his,  
●…his precious gage lest here to Earth in trust;  
Who on the seventh of March resolved to 〈◊〉.    

Upon her only Sister. 3 Epitaph.  

IN this Vine interred lies  
One, who closed from mortal eyes,  
●…yes that Day which knows no night,  
Spheared in her Maker's sight;  
Who to crown her Day with bliss,  
Hath vouchsafed to style her his.  
" Life so ended, is begun,  
" far from Death, when Death h'as done.    

Upon he●… dearest Fannie. 4 Epitaph.  

ILost a Mother for a Grave,  
And by it I two Mothers have;  
Earth, and mine own dear Mother too,  
In whose bare breast I slumber now:  
" My corpse sleep (Mother Earth) in thee▪  
" While Angels sing my Lullabee.    

PANARETIS 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
TEISIS me genuit, Sponsatam W●…STRIA cepit, Corpus CANDALIUM, pectus OLYMPUS habe●….