A Funeral Poem upon the Death of the learned Divine Mr. HUGH BROUGHTON, who deceased in Anno 1612. August the 4. Interred the 7.  

A Comely Dame in sorrows garments dressed,  
Where crystal sliding Thame doth gently creep,  
With her soft Palm did beat her ivory Breast,  
And rend her yellow Locks, her Rosey Cheek  
She in a flood of brackish Tears did steep:  
Rachel she seemed, old Israel's beauteous Wife,  
Mourning her Sons, whose silver cord of life  
Was cut by murderous Herod's fell and bloody Knife.   

Betwixt her lily Hands the Virgin held  
Two Testaments; the one defaced with rust,  
Vanquished with time, and overgrown with eld;  
All spoiled with careless spots, all soiled with dust:  
It seemed the same, the which JEHOVAH just  
With his celestial Finger did engrave,  
And on the top of smoking Sinai gave  
To him, whom Pharaohs Daughter found in watery cave.   

The other, seeming fresh and fair clad  
In Velvet cover, filleted with Gold,  
White Bullions and Crimson ties it had;  
The pumisht Leaves were seemly to behold:  
That spotless Lamb, which traitorous judas sold,  
With bloody foil, which streamed from his side,  
Them guilt, when in jerusalem he died,  
For to redeem his Love, his Dove, his Dear, his Bride.   

Theology (for so men called the Maid,)  
Upon these Volumes cast her moistened eyes;  
And who shall now (quoth she) since BROUGHTONS' dead,  
Find out the Treasure, which within you lies,  
Shadowed in High and Heavenly mysteries?  
And who shall now (quoth she) to others tell,  
When as the World's great Grandsire ADAM fell,  
Banished from flowery Eden, where he first did dwell?   

What means that monstrous Man, which Babel's King  
Did in a troubled stumber once behold,  
Like huge Goliath, slain by David's Sling;  
With dreadful Head, and cutled Locks of Gold:  
With Breasts and mighty Arms of Silver mould:  
With his swollen Belly, and large Sides of Brass:  
With Iron Legs; with Feet of mingled mass,  
One part composed of Clay, one part of Iron was?   

What means the Lion, and the eagle's wings:  
The savage Bear, that in his horrid jaw,  
Three Ribs of some devoured Carkeiss brings:  
The Leopard, which wise Belteshatser saw,  
With dreadful mouth, and with a murdering paw?  
What means that horrid hideous hellish Beast,  
With iron Teeth, and with his horned Crest?  
All these, and thousands more, by BROUGHTON were expressed.   

'Twas he, that branched MESSIAHS' sacred stem  
In curious Knots, and chained his glorious Race  
From princely Adam to the noble Sem;  
So down to him, that had Choniah's place;  
And from his Sons, to Mary full of grace,  
A Mother-mayde, a blessed Virgin wife,  
The Daughter of her Son, which gave him life,  
Which did redeem the World from sin and Satan's strife.   

'Twas he, that graved the Names of jacob's Sons  
In precious jewels upon Aaron's Breast;  
In Sardius, Reuben; which as Water runs:  
Simeon in Topaz, bafer than the reft:  
Levi in Emerald, for doctrine best:  
juda in Carbuncle, like heavens eye;  
In Saphir, Isachar; like th'azured Sky:  
Sardonix, Zebulon; which near the Sea doth lie:   

Dan in the flowery Hyacinth is cut:  
In Achat, Nepthali: and warlike Gadd  
In bloody Amethyst: Asher is put  
In Chrysolite: the beryl, joseph had:  
Young Benjamin old jacob's own sweetlad  
in jasper: each within his several Stone,  
Our great Bezaleel carved; who now is gone,  
To praise the Lamb, & him, that sits on Throne.   

Ye Sacred Muses that in Shiloah swim,  
And in celestial Dew do dip your Quill;  
The which your Phoebus' mighty Elohim,  
In silver streaming channels doth distill  
From top of Hermon, and of Zion hill:  
As you your great Creator's praise rehearse,  
Ah, lend one broken sigh, one broken Verse,  
One doleful Ode, or Hymme, to deck his Sable Hearse.   

And you poor jews, the issue of old Sem,  
Which did in Hony-flowing Canaan dwell,  
And swayed the Sceptre of jerusalem,  
Until some snaky-furie sent from Hell,  
Did you enrage with spite, and malice fell,  
To put your Life to death: Ah now repent  
For murdering your Lord! Ah now lament  
His death, that would have brought you into japheth's tent▪   

And ye poor souls, that covet Adam's tongue,  
Which did remain in Heber's holy line,  
When the aspiring Heavens-scaling throng,  
Above the big swollen Clouds did seek to climb:  
(And is there then such pride in earthly slime?)  
Do you lament this silver pinioned Swan,  
As white as Salmon-snow, a happy man,  
That spoke like Adams-selfe the speech of Canaan.   

Besides, the Greek plenteous in words and sense:  
The Called wise, th' Arabian profound,  
The Latin pleasing with his eloquence:  
The braving Spanish with her lofty sound:  
The Tuscan grave, with many a laurel Crown:  
The lisping French, which fits a ladies vain:  
The Germane, like the people good and plain:  
The English pure and rich, his native Country's strain.   

Ah scoffing ismael's, do not offer wrong  
Unto his quiet urn; do not defame  
The silver touch of that harmonious Tongue:  
Peace dirty mouths; ah hold your peace for shame,  
Spew not your Gall upon a dead man's name:  
But wake o north wind, come o south & blow,  
with your Myrh-breathing mouths sweet odours throw  
Into the empty air, from BROUGHTONS' Tomb below.   

This said, the Virgin vanished away,  
And Heaven did put her mourning Mantle on;  
Hysperions' Child, the Father of the Day,  
That with his blazing blade, full brightly shone,  
Clothed in sable his star-glittering throne:  
The Clouds from their swollen eyes shed crystal showers,  
And all for him, that lives in silver Bowers,  
And Halleluiah sings with Thrones, & glorious powers.   
W. Primroes.  
FINIS.