A Funerall Poeme vpon the Death of the learned Deuine Mr. HVGH BROVGHTON, who deceased in Anno 1612. August the 4. Interred the 7.
A Comely Dame in sorrowes garments drest,
Where christall sliding Thame doth gently creepe,
With her soft Palme did beate her yuorie Brest,
And rent her yellow Locks, her Rosey Cheeke
Shee in a flood of brakish Teares did steepe:
Rachel she seemd, old Israels beautious Wife,
Mourning her Sonnes, whose siluer cord of life
Was cut by murderous Herods fell and bloody Knife.
Betwixt her lilly Hands the Virgin held
Two Testaments; the one defac'd with rust,
Vanquisht with time, and ouergrowne with eld;
All spoyld with carelesse spots, all soyld with dust:
It seem'd the same, the which IEHOVAH iust
VVith his celestiall Finger did ingraue,
And on the top of smoaking Sinai gaue
To him, whom Pharaohs Daughter found in watry caue.
The other, seeming fresh and fayre yclad
In Veluet couer, filleted with Gold,
VVhite Bullions and Crymson tyes it had;
The pumisht Leaues were seemely to behould:
That spotles Lambe, which trayterous Iudas sould,
With bloody foyle, which streamed from his side,
Them guilt, when in Ierusalem he di'd,
For to redeeme his Loue, his Doue, his Deare, his Bride.
Theology (for so men cal'd the Mayde,)
Vpon these Volumes cast her moystned eyes;
And who shall now (quoth shee) since BROVGHTONS dead,
Find out the Treasure, which within you lyes,
Shaddow'd in High and Heauenly mysteries?
And who shall now (quoth shee) to others tell,
VVhen as the VVorlds great Grandsier ADAM fell,
Banisht from flowry Eden, where he first did dwell?
VVhat meanes that monstrous Man, which Babels King
Did in a troubled stumber once behold,
Like huge Goliah, slayne by Dauids Sling;
VVith dreadfull Head, and cutled Lockes of Gold:
VVith Brestes and mighty Armes of Siluer mould:
With his swolne Belly, and large Sides of Brasse:
With Iron Legges; with Feete of mingled masse,
One part compos'd of Clay, one part of Iron was?
VVhat meanes the Lion, and the Eagles winges:
The sauage Beare, that in his horrid iaw,
Three Ribbes of some deuowred Carkeis bringes:
The Leopard, which wise Belteshatser saw,
With dreadfull mouth, and with a murdering paw?
VVhat meanes that horrid hideous hellish Beast,
With iron Teeth, and with his horned Crest?
All these, and thousands moe, by BROVGHTON were exprest.
T'was hee, that brancht MESSIAHS sacred stem
In curious Knottes, and chayn'd his glorious Race
From princely Adam to the noble Sem;
So downe to him, that had Choniahs place;
And from his Sonnes, to Mary full of grace,
A Mother-mayde, a blessed Virgin wife,
The Daughter of her Sonne, which gaue him life,
Which did redeeme the World from sinne and Satans strife.
T'was hee, that grau'd the Names of Iaakobs Sonnes
In pretious Iewels vpon Aarons Brest;
In Sardius, Ruben; which as Water runnes:
Simeon in Topaz, bafer then the reft:
Leui in Emerauld, for doctrine best:
Iuda in Carbuncle, like Heauens eye;
In Saphir, Isachar; like th'azur'd Skye:
Sardonix, Zebulon; which neere the Sea doth lye:
Dan in the flowry Hyacinth is cut:
In Achat, Nepthali: and war-like Gadd
In bloody Amethyst: Asher is put
In Chrysolite: the Beryll, Ioseph had:
Young Beniamin old Iaakobs owne sweetlad
in Iasper: each within his seuerall Stone,
Our great Bezaleel caru'd; who now is gone,
To prayse the Lambe, & him, that sits on Throne.
Yee Sacred Muses that in Shiloah swimme,
And in celestiall Deaw doe dippe your Quill;
The which your Phebus mighty Elohim,
In siluer streaming channels doth distill
From top of Hermon, and of Sion hill:
As you your great Creators prayse rehearse,
Ah, lend one broken sigh, one broken Verse,
One dolefull Ode, or Hymme, to decke his Sable Hearse.
And you poore Iewes, the issue of old Sem,
Which did in Hony-flowing Canaan dwell,
And swayd the Scepter of Ierusalem,
Vntill some snaky-furie sent from Hell,
Did you inrage with spight, and malice fell,
To put your Life to death: Ah now repent
For murdering your Lord! Ah now lament
His death, that would haue brought you into Iapheths tent▪
And yee poore soules, that couet Adams tongue,
Which did remaine in Hebers holy line,
When the aspyring Heauens-scaling thronge,
Aboue the bigge swolne Cloudes did seeke to clime:
(And is there then such pride in earthly slime?)
Doe you lament this siluer pinniond Swan,
As white as Salmon-snow, a happy man,
That spake like Adams-selfe the speach of Canaan.
Besides, the Greeke plentious in wordes and sence:
The Calde wise, th' Arabian profound,
The Latine pleasing with his eloquence:
The brauing Spanish with her lofty sound:
The Tuscane graue, with many a lawrell Crowne:
The lisping French, which fittes a Ladyes vaine:
The German, like the people good and plaine:
The English pure and rich, his natiue Countries straine.
Ah scoffing Ismaels, doe not offer wrong
Vnto his quiet vrne; doe not defame
The siluer touch of that harmonious Tongue:
Peace durty mouthes; ah hold your peace for shame,
Spue not your Gall vpon a dead mans name:
But wake ô north wind, come ô south & blow,
with your Myrh-breathing mouths sweet odours throw
Into the empty ayre, frō BROVGHTONS Tombe below.
This sayd, the Virgin vanished away,
And Heauen did put her mourning Mantle on;
Hysperions Child, the Father of the Day,
That with his blazing blade, full brightly shone,
Clothed in sable his star-glittering throne:
The Clouds frō their swolne eyes shed christall showers,
And all for him, that liues in siluer Bowers,
And Halleluiah sings with Thrones, & glorious powers.
W. Primroes.
FINIS.