An elegie upon the much lamented death of the Right Honourable, the Lord Brooke. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A84344 of text R212612 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.6[115]). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A84344 Wing E487 Thomason 669.f.6[115] ESTC R212612 99871216 99871216 160975 2240940274

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A84344) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 160975) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 245:669f6[115]) An elegie upon the much lamented death of the Right Honourable, the Lord Brooke. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed by Robert Austin, and Andrew Coe, [London] : 1643. Verse - "Weep not unthrifty mourners: why so fast". Place of publication from Wing. With engraved border. Annotation on Thomason copy: "March. 7.". Imperfect: copy stained and cropped with loss of print. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Brooke, Robert Greville, -- Baron, 1607-1643 -- Early works to 1800. Elegiac poetry, English -- 17th century. Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Early works to 1800. A84344 R212612 (Thomason 669.f.6[115]). civilwar no An elegie upon the much lamented death of the Right Honourable, the Lord Brooke. anon. 1643 1 533 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-12 Sampled and proofread 2007-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
AN ELEGIE UPON The much lamented Death of the Right Honourable , THE LORD BROOKE . WEep not unthristy Mourners : Why so fast These weak devotions due unto his last ? Hoard up such poor expressions of the eye , Till either Wife , or Child do chance to die , Or till thy aged Mothers knell thee call , To solemnize her petty Funerall . Tears are wrongs here , for where such sorrows come , The Land it self should groan , the men be dumb : The heart should summon down the spirits all , Till sence benum'd , and apprehension fall , Congeal'd into a Trance , and each man be A mournfull Statue unto Memorie : Or if you needs will weep , as fits the losse Of such a Friend , so serious a Crosse , Breathe all the ayre to sighs , the drops o' th year , At once be all contracted to a Tear . Then let each Mourner , that hath a desire , Weep out a part , and weeping so expire . Pardon 's great Lord , and thy diviner Ghost , If by remembring what in thee we lost , Out of that honour and love we owe to thee , We lose our selves in an Hyperbole . Thus much is just and fit , that all may know What they unto the name of BROOKE doe owe : The Commonwealth's a debter to thy fate , Which destin'd thee a sacrifice to th' State : But this is the least part , that thou didst die For us ; we wrong thy sacred Memorie If we confesse no more ; thy high-born Soul Sought by death deaths Cov'nanters to controul , And to disarm those Engineers of hell , Whose villanies must write their Chronicle . It was the Gospels late eclipsed light For which thou li'st thus low in death and night , And strov'st to shame and quell each hinderer In peace by example , by thy sword in war : For this thy resolution stirr'd thee up To give truths enemies and thine the cup Of GODS great wrath , and with th' avenging sword To fright all superstition from the Word . This made Romes base abettors toile and quake When ere they heard what thou didst undertake ; This fil'd their mouths with slanders , and their hearts Sworn to revenge with poyson'd envious darts To wound thy pure Profession with the name Of schisme , and a new-found Brownistick frame : This made that base inhumane particide With unexampled treacherie divide Thy soule from body ( and them both from us ) To heav'n with a strange desp'rate Mittimus . Thus thou didst fall , thus diedst thou , but to live In heav'n , and here with us , whilst we can give Or teares , or marble ; the portraiture of fame Upon two pillars reared to thy Name Shall stand , where shall be read and understood Thy deaths cause , Gods glory , & the Kingdoms good .

Printed by Robert Austin , and Andrew Coe . 1643.