London's tears, upon THE NEVER TOO MUCH TO BE LAMENTED DEATH Of our late worthy Member of the House of COMMONS, SR. RICHARD WISEMAN KNIGHT and BARONET.  
Whose Hearse was upon Wednesday the 19th day of January, 1642. Solemnly conducted from King-street in Westminster, through the city of London, to the Parish of St. Stephen's Coleman-street, by above two hundred apprentices, with swords and black ribbons, in funeral equipage; and with above four hundred Citizens, all in mourning, with each man his sword in their Procession.  
ALL you which hitherto have wavered in your censures of these matchless Matchiavels of our age, these perfect enemies of our kingdom: you whose tender Consciences will believe nothing in its Causes, till you see the effects: The first of which, your too much incredulity might have prevented: but the latter, never with all your lamentations. Come and weep over him, whom with all your tears you cannot recover again, whose each drop of blood outweighs an Ocean of that corrupted Fountain, which lies hid in the veins of those who were his, and our commonwealths incestive enemies: had not his loyal and courageous heart been animated with the true love of his King, Religion and Country, he easily might have put offrashnesse, which by more grave, and more cautelous Statesmen of our republic, is accounted wisdom, and exempted himself from danger, and not exposed his last blood to such eminent misfortune: but as he was borne more for us all, then for himself, he hath ventured what he hath lost, Supremum Spiritum: Although all be for his better purchase which is Heaven, in so good a cause.  
I need not relate to you the circumstance of his fatal blow, which he received amongst the promiscuous consent of Rascals in Westminster-hall: where he stoutly fought, Pro aris & focis, but God who knew him more ripe for heaven then for earth, determined it the second cause of his death, and so took him from us, who are unworthy of him, or such as he is, and received him to himself, a fit companion for the choir of heaven: his body only being left for its due rites of sepulchre, was suddenly received, being (Wonderful to consider) by the apprentices of London, being above 200. in their orders. Together with 400. of grave Citizens sadly pacing along with their tears in their eyes, in commemoration that not long before they joyfully conducted him alive, with the rest of those most worthy Members, from whence they now as sadly bring him back. Heaven be more propitious to us all in the safe protection of the rest that remains, if a few more such pillars fall, the whole fabric will shake? so this flourishing, peaceful, and fertile land, will become a Chaos, or mere desolation; the true picture at the length, of her wretched and most disconsolate sister Germany.  

An Accrosticall elegy upon the death of the Noble Gentleman Sir WILLIAM WISEMAN.  
REnd not my heart too much (grief) leave one string  
entire to hold it by, while I but sing  
CAres last farewell; his last peal I must ring.  
he whose brave spirit, aided by the power  
ANd great Decrees of Heaven, when that power  
RApt him from Earth, amidst his foes I gave  
despair to virtue for another grave.  
WHose ashes should like his so blaze her name  
IN this her time of banishment, and came  
SOrdid and bloody treachery, that she  
ENter no more the Scene of cruelty  
MAking the world admire brave wiseman's blood  
AS a true type of those who yet have stood.  
NOw and all times for their Countries good.    

LONDON. Printed for John Greensmith. P 642: