Ah, Ha; Tumulus, Thalamus: Two Counter-POEMS,  
The First, an ELEGY Upon Edward late Earl of Dorset;  
The Second, an epithalamium to the Lord M. of Dorchester.  
Invicem cedunt dolour & Voluptas, Funera, Taedae,  
Sorrow may endure for a Night,  
But joy cometh in the Morning.  
LONDON, Printed for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his Shop at the Prince's arms in St Paul's churchyard. 1654.   

An advertisement to the READER.  
IN regard there are divers imperfect and spurious Copies of these two Poems dispersed abroad, I obtained leave of the Author to commit them to the press assuring the Reader that these are concordant with the originals.  
H. M.   

AN ELEGY UPON THE MOST accomplished, AND HEROIC LORD EDWARD, EARL OF DORSET, Lord Chamberlain to His late Majesty of Great Britain, and Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter, &c.  

Alluding to 

The Quality of the Times,  
His admired Perfections,  
His goodly Person,  
His ancient Pedigree,  
His Coat of arms crested with a Star,  
The Condition of Mortality,  
The Passion of the Author closing with an Epitaph.      

AN ELEGY UPON THE LATE EARL OF DORSET.  
Lord's have been long Declining, (we well know)  
And making their last Testaments, but now  
They are Desunct, they are extinguished All,  
And never like to rise by this Lord's Fall;  
A Lord, whose intellectuals alone  
Might make a House of Peers, and prop a Throne,  
Had not so dire a Fate hung o'er the Crown,  
That Privilege Prerogative should drown;  
Where e'er he sat he swayed, & Courts did awe,  
Gave Bishops gospel, and the judge's law  
With such exalted Reasons, which did flow  
So clear and strong, that made Astraea bow  
To his Opinion, for where He did side  
Advantaged more than half the Bench beside.  
But is great Sakvile dead? Do we Him lack,  
And will not all the Elements wear black?  
Whereof he was composed a perfect man  
As ever Nature in one frame did span.  
Such high-born Thoughts, a Soul so large and free,  
So clear a judgement, and vast Memory,  
So Princely Hospitable and Brave Mind  
We must not think in haste on earth to find,  
Unless the Times would turn to Gold again,  
And Nature get new strength in forming men.  
His Person with it such a state did bring  
That made a Court as if He had been King,  
No wonder, since He was so near a Kin  
To Norfolk's Duke, and the great maiden Queen.  
He courage had enough by conquering One  
To have confounded that whole Nation,  
Those parts which single do in some appear  
Were all concentred here in one bright sphere,  
For Brain, tongue, Spirit, Heart, and Personage  
To mould up such a Lord will ask an age,  
But how durst pale white-livered Death seize on  
So dauntless and Heroic a Champion?  
Yes, to die once is that uncancelled debt  
Which Nature claims, and raiseth by Eschet  
On all Mankind by an old Statute past  
Primo Adami, which will always last  
Without Repeal, nor can a second lease  
Be had of Life when the first term doth cease.  
Mount noble Soul, Among the stars take place,  
And make a new One of so bright a Race  
May Jove outshine, that Venus still may be  
In a benign Conjunction with Thee,  
To check that Planet which on Lords hath lowered,  
And such malign influxes lately poured;  
Be now a star thyself for those which here  
Did on thy Crest, and upper Robes appear,  
For thy Director take that Star we read  
Which to thy saviour's Birth three Kings did lead.  

A Corollary.  
THus have I blubbered out some tears and Verse  
On this Renowned hero, and His hearse,  
And could my Eyes have dropped down Perls upon 't  
In lieu of tears, God knows, I would have done't,  
But tears are real, Perls for their Emblems go,  
The first are fitter to express my woe;  
Let this small mite suffice until I may  
A larger tribute to his ashes pay,  
In the mean time this Epitaph shall shut,  
And to my Elegy a period put.  
HEre lies a Grandee by Birth, Parts, and Mind,  
Who hardly left his parallel behind,  
Here lies the Man of Men, who should have been  
An Emperor, had Fate or Fortune seen.  
Totus in lachrymas solutus sic singultivit I. H.    

UPON THE nuptials OF THAT PRINCELY PAIR HENRY Lord Marquess Of DORCHESTER, AND The Lady KATHERINE STANLEY, Daughter to the late Heroic Earl of DERBY,  
An Epithalamium by way of Dialog twixt Philemon and Silvius.  

Alluding to their 

1. Complexions, 

He sanguine,  
She Black and Fair.    
2. Coats of Arms, 

Both Field-Argent,  
His a Lion Rampant  
in an orb of Cinqfoyls.    
3. Countries.  
4. Pedigrees.     
Going on with an Hymenaeum, or Vote, comprised in four musical Stanzas, the three first airy and poetical, the last Serious.   

The DIALOGUE.  Philemon. 
What Object's that which I behold  
Dazzling my eyes with gems and Gold?  
Her Face, methinks, darts such a ray  
That adds more brightness to the Day,  
Her breath perfumes the place, Her curls and hair  
Like Indian spice aromatize the Air,  
A sparkling white and black breaks from her sight  
Like to the Diamonds redoubling light,  
As she doth walk the very ground and stone  
Turn to Field-Argent which she treads upon;  
A Mortal sure she cannot be  
But some transcending deity;  
My dearest Silvius pray unfold  
Who's that rare Creature I behold?  Silvius. 
SHe is a Princess and a Bride  
Goes to the Temple to be tied  
In nuptial bonds, her stars will not permit  
That at the vestal fires She longer sit;  
She's Derbie's royal blood, Derby le Gran,  
And now She travels to the I'll of Man,  
She of the Princely Orange is a branch  
Imped on the high Trimovillan stem of France,  
Two of the fairest kingdoms strove, and tried  
Their Utmost to complete this Lovely Bride.  
'Tis she which makes twixt gems and gold  
That Constellation you behold.  Philemon. 
BUt who's that comely sanguine Peer  
Which on her heart-side walks so near?  
He likewise makes all Argent as he goes,  
Look at his feet how thick the Cinqfoyl grows.  Silvius. 
'tIs Wise and Wealthy Pierrpont, who renowns  
With Titles, Three of England's chiefest Towns,  
A precious pond'rous Lord, whose fool Estate  
A Jury of new Barons might create,  
Patron of Virtue, Chivalry, and Arts  
'Cause he himself excels in all these Parts;  
'Tis He who by the hand doth hold  
That Demi-Goddess you behold.  Philemon. 
IS't so? then my autumnal Muse shall sing  
An Hymenaeum, and fetch back Her spring,  
This Subject a fresh vigour doth inspire,  
And heats my brain with an unusual fire.   

AN HYMENAEUM, OR BRIDAL-SONET, Consisting of four Stanzas, and to be sung by three voices, according to a choice Air set thereunto by Mr. WILLIAM WEBB.  

1. Chorus  
MAy all Felicity betide  
This Princely Bridegroom, and his Bride.  
May those delights this morn shall bring  
Be endless as their nuptial Ring,  
May they be constant, and exceed  
Each Others Wishes, Hopes, and Creed,  
May the three Regions of the air  
Power showers of blessings on this pair,  
May Sol and Cynthia with their rays,  
Silver their nights and gild their days.   

2. Chorus▪  
All joys attend and best of Fate  
This noble marquess and His Mate.   

2.  
Ye gentle Nymphs of Trent and Dee  
Make haste to this solemnity,  
Your streams and beds now meet in one  
By this High-sprung conjunction,  
Ye Wood-nymphs who green garlands wear  
In Shirewood lands, and Delamer,  
Ye Dames of Helicon attend,  
And Graces your sweet presence lend,  
Lucina come, and pray there be  
Employment in due time for thee.   

Chorus.  
May all Felicity betide  
This noble Bridegroom, and his Bride.   

3.  
MAy they such gallant Males produce  
Both to the Rose and Flowerdeluce,  
That England's Chivalry and French  
May multiply, and bourgeon hence,  
Whose branches shooting o'er the Main  
May knit, and blossom here again,  
That Pierrponts Lion and Cinqfoyl  
May ramp and root in every soil;  
Nor may this noble Race wear out  
Till Plato's Great year wheel about.   

Chorus.  
May all Felicity betide  
This noble Bridegroom, and his Bride.   

4. Stanza Closing with a serious gradual Vote.  
MAy all the Elements conspire  
To make them blessed in their desire,  
May all the Stars on them reflect  
Their mildest looks in Trine aspect,  
May all the Angels them defend  
From every thing doth ill portend,  
May angels, Stars, and Elements  
Afford Them such complete contents  
That They have nothing else to wish  
But a Perseverance of Bliss.   

Chorus.  
All joys attend and best of Fate  
This noble Marquess and his Mate.  
Idem I. ●.  
FINIS.