AN HEROIC ELEGY Upon the most lamentable Death of the Incomparable Heroina, Madame ISABELLA BUGS, The much Loved WIFE of Col. WILLIAM BUGS, Formerly Widow to that Worthy Gentleman HENRY LLOYD Of CHEAM, in Com. Surrey, Esquire; And DAUGHTER to that Honourable Person Sir GEORGE PARKINS of BUNNY in Com. Nottinghamshire, Knight.  
ASsist me all ye Saints, whilst I aspire,  
Not like Prometheus, to steal Heavenly fire;  
But like Elias, in a Chair of Flame,  
To wait upon the Hearse, of this great Dame.  
I beg such flames, shall give a heat Divine,  
Which burn not to consume, but to refine;  
Or if consume, they shall such heat afford,  
As leaves the Scabbard whole, yet melts the Sword.  
Those Lambent fires, inwards do control,  
Not touch the Body, but embrace the Soul.  
That's Beauty's seat, whilst Limbs, and Colours pass,  
As faint reflections from a brittle glass.  
She was within all glory, her Soul set,  
Life to a flaming Chrysolyt, in Jet;  
Or Saphires, Rubies, Diamonds were met,  
I'th' compass of her Crystal Cabinet;  
Through which her Soul transpeered, and we did find,  
I'th' clouds of Earth, the mirror of her mind.  
She lived a Christian, and did others teach  
If they'd be taught, and great Example preach,  
More than a Sermon; nay, I'll boldly say,  
That Heaven was made more holy, by her way  
Of serving it, her whole life being placed  
On jacob's Ladder, and so interlaced  
'Twixt Action and Devotion, clearly we  
Did in th'Ascent, and Descent Angels see.  
She born upon the wings of Love, doth fly  
Now in the bosom of Eternity.  
Just like a Falcon, that soars always true,  
Though newly drawn from Earth, her Mother Move;  
And nearer mounts to that Eternal Light,  
Doth more, and more, still lessen to our fight:  
So though she's fled from us, yet she is seen  
By Angels towering towards th'high Heavens Queen;  
Who riseth to receive her in her Arms,  
And prays her Son to guard her from all harms.  
She studied to increase two Husbands joys,  
And made one, Father of most gallant Boys;  
Whose noble care, will always be to bring  
Honour to th'Kingdom, Safety to the King.  
But left so many Daughters here behind,  
Enough to teach the Sex of Womankind.  
She always showed of graces rich enacrease,  
And such a numerous Issue, ne'er can cease.  
She made the world more happy still by Births,  
Yet brought her Fruits to Heaven, so well as Earth.  
Her Soul was sure Celestial, and did run  
Over all Creatures, like the powerful Sun;  
Which though it keeps its Orb, yet does bestow  
Essence, and comfort on all things below.  
So all good Christians found her Soul to be  
A source of inexhausted Charity.  
She was of Parkins good, and glorious Blood,  
Yet never strove to be so great as good.  
Nor did th'addition of two Noble Names,  
Add to her more than Christian humble flames.  
And so she did submit her Loyal Fate  
To the King's fortune, and his then troubled State.  
I'll say no more, for that I truly fear,  
The world will call her so, a Cavalier.  
Her Bones St. Giles now holds, but Name shall have  
In all true Christian Hearts a living grave.  
Whilst Churches do resound her Funeral knell,  
Angels their Trumpets, her own Name Isabella;  
A true Saints Bell, to call both us, and them  
To rest, i'th' Heavenly Jerusalem.  
FINIS.  
 
These Verses to the Number of the Years that this good Lady lived, were wept over her much-lamented Hearse, by an old Admirer of her still living Virtues, and most humble Honourer of her Eternal Memory,  
H. I.   

LONDON: Printed in the Year 1681.