A funeral Monument: or the manner of the hearse of the most Renowned Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex and Ewe, Viscount Hereford, L. Ferrer of Chartley, Bourchier and Louvain, England's late Lord general, who deceased Septemb. 14. 1646. With a brief Recitement of his valour and fidelity in the kingdom's just Cause, against the Enemies of Religion, Parliament and kingdom, whose funeral is to be solemnised on Tuesday the 13. of October, 1646.  
 funeral cortege  

funeral cortege ENgland's great Essex Death hath snatched away,  
That faithful friend, in her distressed day:  
London, thou know'st with what a willing mind,  
This peer adventured, when thy men did find  
Such rare encouragements from their general,  
With resolutions, being inflamed all,  
To live and die with Him, they all were bent,  
In maintenance of just laws, and Parliament.  
What hardships He endured for thy good;  
Nothing too dear, he thought, for England stood:  
Opposing those unnatural homebred Foes,  
That unto ruin did themselves expose.  
Let worcester's faithful sons now him bewail,  
That did relieve them when their help did fail.  
Let adverse Enemies, sound Fidelity,  
At Edge-Hill battle, where undauntedly  
This general did appear, in dangers great,  
Adventuring to give the foes defeat;  
Reading, Cirencester, thy Acts let sound,  
And Glocesters' tidings, when relief was found,  
By means of this thy Friend, whom now lament,  
In thy most sad distress, thus did attempt.  
And you that know the gain at Newberry,  
Seeing this general, how undauntedly  
He then encouraged you, for England's right,  
When royal Forces fled, he stood the Fight;  
Croyland and Barnstaple shall sound his praise,  
That gained them liberty, in enthralled days.  
Mount Stamford, Plympton, Saltash, Launceston,  
And Greenvile-house, proclaim his praise, each one;  
With many other, whose laborious pain,  
Most noble Essex valiantly did regain:  
Whom though by times untimely stroke deceased,  
His fame still lives, that enemies decreased.  
And now to you, unthankful hearts, a while  
I shall address me; you that durst revile▪  
And mutter out, whilst basely you neglect  
Your duties you do owe with great respect.  
At first, how many prayers did ascend  
From thousands, that did afterwards offend  
In murmuring at all God's dispensation,  
Forgetful of this Isles abomination:  
This, this, O England, hath prolonged thy war,  
With great unthankfulness, of which beware.  
And now Malignants, by your base expression  
Full often uttered 'gainst this worthy Champion,  
Fearless of death, that durst look death i'th' face,  
When your stout friends have fled, to their disgrace:  
Go search the Records of the war's progress,  
And then constrained, you all can say no less.  
By might or Majesty who prosper shall,  
When as injustice is the cause of all?  
That opposition which thus long hath dured,  
And at the last perpetual shame procured,  
This sin cries loud, and vengeance is not far  
From you, that thus procured England's war,  
Which hath been managed by your contribution,  
This you'll lament, before your dissolution.  
Take timely warning, therefore, and repent,  
For this reviling of the Excellent:  
Though he be gone to his appointed place,  
Your sins remain that have sought his disgrace:  
And therefore now, to mourn for England's loss,  
Add something towards it, by that sins remorse.  
But now to that, which is my chief intent,  
To you, I mean, that really lament  
This trusty friend to England, in distress,  
Do you bewail, for I can do no less.  
What great advantage did he stand upon,  
When freely for this bleeding Nation  
He offered up himself, to lead on those  
That did the proudest enemy oppose.  
Should you forget those great returns of prayer,  
Which by this Instrument accomplished were,  
The stones would utter out your base neglect,  
And this great sin would sadly back reflect.  
With what rejoicing, in your saddest days,  
Did you erect loud songs of thankful praise  
To God, that in so many great attempts  
Preserved and regarded Innocents;  
Exposed in battle shrill, wherein there fell  
Full often many; that did first rebel:  
Yet God the Lord of hosts did still appear,  
To guard his servants, that did truly fear.  
Your trust committed to this general,  
Whose loss we now lament, and let tears fall,  
Let them dissolve themselves into a flood,  
For loss of him, that hazarded his blood  
Full oft in Field, against the treacherous,  
Wilfully bent to ruin him and us.  
Since tall oaks, deeply rooted, do begin  
To fall, be warned, let not murmuring  
Remove more oaks, that yet unmoved stood  
In great combustious storms, for all our good.  
This noble Champion, like an unmoved rock,  
In battle that adventured many a shock,  
Amidst the Forces, fearless, where grim death  
Gave way to him, yet now, hath catched his breath;  
Since tears are small expressions for this loss,  
That calls for floods, fit to express remorse;  
The masterpiece of friendship now discover,  
Raised up with sense of loss, bedewed all over,  
With doleful Ditties, now let freely fall  
Those fit expressions for this funeral;  
Whose fame now stands, Acts chronological  
Perpetual, his fame to after-ages shall  
Sound out in praise, his trust that faithfully  
Discharged, whom now thus most solemnly  
We celebrate, most worthy great desert,  
And justly as becomes, with sadded heart;  
Love to his country, and religion's Cause,  
Now He's dissolved, speaks loud against all those  
That were not moved with such consideration,  
But in distress were helpless to this Nation:  
Essex was constant, free from that great sin,  
And thus unmoved, lived and died therein;  
With King & country both, and commonweal,  
Our noble Essex faithfully did deal.  
Noble Devereux sadly's bid Adieu,  
And much lamented for, as 'tis our due.  
The Parliament hath now received a loss,  
This noble peer is gone, their number's less;  
London hath also lost a precious friend,  
Whom none but death could put unto an end.  
He's worth lamenting for, that at her need  
Unto poor England was a friend indeed.  
Then shall a kingdom, and a Parliament,  
Shall great and good men for this loss lament;  
Shall rich and poor bemoan this Sable hearse,  
And shall not thou and I bedew the Verse,  
That speaks out cause sufficient to bemoan  
This loss of him (before us) that is gone:  
Death being armed hath cut down such an oak,  
Prepare to meet, and so prevent his stroke.  
From earth, great Essex, England's general,  
Hath led the way, that we must follow all.    

Printed for J. Hancock in Popes-head Alley. 1646.