Chapter III: Elegie

Death be not proud, thy hand gave not this blow,
Sinne was her captive, whence thy power doth flow;
The executioner of wrath thou art,
But to destroy the just is not thy part.
Thy comming, terrour, anguish, griefe denounce; 5
Her happy state, courage, ease, joy pronounce.
From out the Christall palace of her breast,
The clearer soule was call'd to endlesse rest,
(Not by the thundering voyce, wherewith God threats,
But, as with crowned Saints in heaven he treats,) 10
And, waited on by Angels, home was brought,
To joy that it through many dangers sought;
The key of mercy gently did unlocke
The doores 'twixt heaven and it, when life did knock.
Nor boast, the fairest frame was made thy prey, 15
Because to mortall eyes it did decay;
A better witnesse than thou art, assures,
That though dissolv'd, it yet a space endures;
No dramme thereof shall want or losse sustaine,
When her best soule inhabits it again. 20
Goe then to people curst before they were,
Their spoyles in Triumph of thy conquest weare.
Glory not thou thy selfe in these hot teares
Which our face, not for hers, but our harme weares,
The mourning livery given by Grace, not thee, 25
Which wils our soules in these streams washt should be,
And on our hearts, her memories best tombe,
In this her Epitaph doth write thy doome.
Blinde were those eyes, saw not how bright did shine
Through fleshes misty vaile the beames divine. 30
Deafe were the eares, not charm'd with that sweet sound
Which did i'th spirit-instructed voice abound.
Of flint the conscience, did not yeeld and melt,
At what in her last Act: it saw, heard, felt.
Weep not, nor grudge then, to have lost her sight, 35
Taught thus, our after stay's but a short night:
But by all soules not by corruption choaked
Let in high rais'd notes that power be invoked.
Calme the rough seas, by which she sayles to rest,
From sorrowes here, to a kingdome ever blest; 40
And teach this hymne of her with joy, and sing,
_The grave no conquest gets, Death hath no sting._

[Elegie. _Ed_: Elegye on the Lady Markham. By L. C. of
B. _RP31_: _do._ By C. L. of B. _H40_: Elegie on Mistris
Boulstred. _1635-69_: _given as continuation of Death I
recant &c._ _O'F_, _P_: _no title_, _B_ (_at foot of page F.
B._). _See Text and Canon &c._]

[2 flow; _Ed_: flow, _1635-69_: growe, _B_, _Cy_, _H40_,
_O'F_, _P_]

[5-6 comming, _1650-69_: comming _1635-39_

state, _1650-69_: state _1635-39_

denounce; ... pronounce. _B_, _Cy_, _H40_, _P_: denounces; ...
pronounces. _1635-69_]

[12 To joy that _1635-69_: To joy what _H40_: To joye, that
_B_

sought; _Ed_: sought, _1635-69_]

[22 spoyles .. of .. weare. _B_, _Cy_, _H40_ (beare), _P_:
soules .. to .. beare, _1635-69_. _See note_]

[24 hers, _H40_, _P_: her, _1635-69_

weares, _Ed_: weares. _1635-54_: weares: _1669_]

[30 the _B_, _Cy_, _H40_, _P_: those _1635-69_]

[31 not _1635-69_: that _B_, _Cy_, _P_]

[32 Which did _1635-69_: Did _H40_: Did not _B_, _Cy_, _P_

spirit-instructed _MSS._: spirits instructed _1635-69_]

[saw, heard, felt. _B_, _Cy_, _H40_, _P_: saw and felt.
_1635-69_]

[38 rais'd _1635-69_: raisèd _Chambers_]

[39 she sayles _1635-69_: shee's sayl'd _B_, _H40_: shee's
fled _Cy_, _P_

rest, _1650-69_: rest _1635-39_]

[40 here, _1650-69_: here _1635-39_

blest; _Ed_: blest _1635_: blest, _1639-54_: blest. _1669_]

[41 And preach this Hymn which hers (she _Cy_, _P_) with joy
did sing, _B_, _Cy_, _H40_, _P_

sing, _1650-69_: sing _1635-69_]

IV.

_Psalme 137._

Probably by Francis Davison.

I.

By Euphrates flowry side
We did bide,
From deare Juda farre absented,
Tearing the aire with our cryes,
And our eyes, 5
With their streames his streame augmented.

II.

When, poore Syons dolefull state,
Desolate;
Sacked, burned, and inthrall'd,
And the Temple spoil'd, which wee 10
Ne'r should see,
To our mirthlesse mindes wee call'd:

III.

Our mute harpes, untun'd, unstrung,
Up wee hung
On greene willowes neere beside us, 15
Where, we sitting all forlorne;
Thus, in scorne,
Our proud spoylers 'gan deride us.