ELEGIES ON THE DEATH OF THAT WORTHY AND accomplished Gentleman Colonel JOHN HAMPDEN, Esquire.  
Entered into the Hall book according to order.  
LONDON, Printed by LUKE NORTON, for I. T. October 16. 1643.   


To his ingenious Friend, C. I. S.  

HAMPDEN, thou canst not live in Jet so long  
As in this Threnothriambentique Song,  
The Surgeon's spice cannot perfume thy Hearse  
So well as doth thy Soldier's fragrant verse:  
That's thy immortal balm, by that thy name  
Will last, and he eternised by thy fame.   
I. H.   

To the Author, my fellow Soldier.  

HAmpden still lives (dear friend) in spite of death,  
Thy grateful Muse hath given him second breath:  
And though thy willing stock cannot erect  
A brazen Statue (answ ring the respect  
He hath deserved) to his worthy fame;  
Yet hath thy verse eternised his name.   
R. M.   

To his worthy friend Captain I. S. on his Elegy.  

'tIs unresolved, though questioned of old  
Whether Achilles, or his Homer hold  
The more of Fame: and 'tis as hard of proof  
Whether this pious Builder, or his stuff  
More earn a modern thanks: both I confess  
A part, yet not comparing makes them less.  
Hampden is raised; nor can the Muse fall down  
That mounts along with his immortal Crown.   
I. G.   

To the dear and precious Memory of that accomplished Gentleman, Colonel Hampden.  

THough my malicious fate debarred my will  
From waiting on your unlour, when the shrill  
And hasty Trumpet bade your Honour go,  
With disadvantage, 'gainst the subtle foe;  
When treachery and odds, crowned with success,  
Did triumph over our unhappiness:  
Yet give me leave (Renowned dust) to send  
My grateful Muse in mourning to attend,  
And strew some Cypress on, your Martial Hearse;  
There her mild grief, in elegiake verse,  
Shall ●ell the stupid Age it hath lost, in thee,  
More worth than e'er can be repaired in three:  
That when the wilful blinded of the Land  
They're much-concerning-losse shall understand  
They may reclaim their folly, and with me  
Justly-deplore thy sad Catastrophe.   

No doubt Detraction, and those twinned Adherents,  
E●vie and Faction, her best-worst-Vicegerents,  
Predominate o'er ill-affected-spirits  
Whereby to cloud men's most apparent merits,  
And we have found their working, but I dare  
The many-headed-Monster to repair  
And view thy worths true Character, that when  
She swells at thy deserving, she may then  
B●rst with her ventlesse-venome, so maintain  
Thy virtue 'gainst all scandal sovereign.   

Was he not pious, valiant, wise, and just,  
Loyal and temperate? every thing that must  
Make up a perfect harmony? ye know  
His constant actions have declared him so.  
That he was pious, his firm zeal of heaven  
Hath to the world clear testimony given,  
For if Religion had not been the ground  
Of this great quarrel, his sheathed sword had found  
No way to opposition; but since that  
Armed Popery hath proudly levelled at  
The Church's ruin, then bold Hambden, none  
More bravely active, or more forward known  
In its resolved defence: he only can  
Prove the stout Soldier that's a righteous man;  
So was he truly valiant. I have seen  
Him in the Front of's Regiment-in-greene,  
When Death about him, did in ambush lie,  
And whizzing shot, like shewres of arrows fly,  
Waving his conquering steel, as if that he  
From Mars had got the sole Monopoly  
Of never-failing Courage; and so cheer  
His fight men, that they still chased fear  
(Through his example) to the enemy,  
And bring them off with joyful victory.  
His wisdom and his justness did appear●  
Inseparable, in that fatal year  
Of our begun distempers, when he might  
(Fond as others) have passed o'er the right  
Of the free subject to an unknown law;  
But his well-read experience kept in awe  
The bribed Maintainers of that imposed rate  
And freed his Country from its grievous weight.  
He might, since civil discord did break out  
To open war, have poorly faced about  
According to base precedents, but that  
His firmer faith did much abominate  
Such temporising instability.  
No (Noble soul!) his purer thoughts were free  
From all corruption: had he valued friends,  
A fair estate, or selfe-propounded ends,  
Airy preferment, or aught else, above  
A quiet conscience, and his Nations love,  
● had not been strangeed have fallen from the trust  
Reposed in him: but he was wise and just;  
And rather chose, by Death, to testify  
His faithfulness, then live with infamy.  
Wonder of honour! yet his temperance  
And loyalty joined to the rest, advance  
His worthy commendation; for when force  
Rashly did run five Members to divorce  
From the State's Body Politic, did he  
Stain, with lose passion, his stayed gravity,  
Oppose, or rail at his impeache●s? no,  
He, in humility, submitted to  
Desired justice, for his innocence  
Was proof against their groundless violence.  
And after that affront to privilege,  
When close contrivers, yet continue siege  
Against their loyalties, though he foresaw  
Their aim was the subversion of the Law  
And its supporters, yet did he entreat  
His Majesty home to his Regal Seat  
From that destructive Council, that he might  
Appear more glorious in all Prince's sight.  
Such Patriots will prove his real friends,  
When formalists shall perish with their ends.   

What says Detraction now? Oh, are you dumb?  
Yet go and write, thus, on this Hero's Tomb,  
Hampden rests here approved in every thing  
Upright to Heaven, his Country, and his King.     

An Epitaph Upon that virtuous Gentlewoman his Daughter.  

Fate's grim Sergeant, Death, spares none  
His cold hands once ceased upon:  
All must to the Common-Goale,  
The Grave, he'll nor bribe, nor bail.  
Life's but borrowed, must be paid,  
Else his strictness sure had stayed:  
For if Virtue, Beauty, Wit,  
Wealth, (or what's more worth than it)  
Might to partially  
Have seduced him? here lies she  
Had prevailed, such perfection  
Harboured under her protection.  
But (alas!) who can prevent  
Heavens resolute intent?  
No (sweet ashes) sleep secured,  
Although silently immured  
For a time, with common clay:  
Waking, you shall see a day  
Of rejoicing, when the close  
Imprisoning Earth shall let lose  
His pale Tenants, at the sight  
Of the glorious King of Might,  
Who will bring you lib●tty  
Lasting as Eternity.    

In Obitum ploratissimum Clarissimi, johannis Hampdeni de casticon.  

ACcipe posteritas; & quanto funere magni  
Manibus Hampdeni fama parentet, hab●.  
Mars, Hermes, Pallas, libertas, jura, Camanae,  
Et pietas una contumulantur humo:  
Numina tanta? nefas; licet interiisse videri  
Heu dolet in tanto, numina tanta, viro.  
Sed velut occiduis, quid Sol immergitur undis,  
Protinus astrorum turba renata micat:  
Sic sacer Hampd●nus, (virto livore) per omne●  
Virtutum titulos multiplicatus adest.   
J. G.   

De per illustri Heroe, Domino Ioanne Hampdeno nuper denato.  

JVstitiae ne priùs mirer, belli ne laborum  
Te jubar Oxoniae, te Patriaeque Decus?  
Vtraque te stantem coluit, defletque ●acentem:  
(Si virtus tanti tanta jacere potest)  
Tanta jacere nequit, longo vivacior ●vo:  
Non habet in Talem jus Libitina Virum.  
Quantus ob Hunc Vnum noster dolor esse putetur?  
Quantus ob Arthurum nobilitate parem?  
Hoc unum appletos Lacrymis solatur amicos,  
Auctus uterque suâ prole superstes adest,  
Illa desiderium potent tenire; dolorem  
Tollere posse nego; velle dolere volo.  
Scripsit 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Jo. H. Oxoni●  
Jo. Hampdeno 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.    
FINIS.