An elegie upon the Honourable Colonel Thomas Rainsbrough, butchered at Doncaster Sunday the 29. Octob. 1648. J. T. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A94732 of text R211064 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.13[39]). 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. 4 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 A94732 Wing T18 Thomason 669.f.13[39] ESTC R211064 99869800 99869800 162935 2240939403

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A94732) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 162935) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f13[39]) An elegie upon the Honourable Colonel Thomas Rainsbrough, butchered at Doncaster Sunday the 29. Octob. 1648. J. T. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1648] Signed at end: 'J.T.' Imprint from Wing. Verse - "Tvvas like your selves brave Royallists, such a blow,". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Rainborow, Thomas, d. 1648 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Elegiac poetry, English. Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A94732 R211064 (Thomason 669.f.13[39]). civilwar no An elegie upon the Honourable Colonel Thomas Rainsbrough, butchered at Doncaster Sunday the 29. Octob. 1648. J. T. 1648 1 540 1 0 0 0 0 0 19 C The rate of 19 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-06 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-07 Sampled and proofread 2007-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
AN ELEGIE Vpon the Honourable Colonel Thomas Rainsbrough , butchered at Doncaster Sunday the 29. Octob. 1648. T'Was like your selves brave Royallists , such a blow , As n'ere a subject of that Prince below Great Pluto's sacred Maiestie durst owne . But you are bolder Divels ; and have showne By this one barbarous act worse Furies dwell Within your breast then in the talk't of Hell , The powers of darknesse , in your heads , strange fires Of Lust within your veines ; thirsting desires For blood of Innocents ; rapines , butcheries , Wrath , malice , thousand oaths , ten thousand lies : These are flesh of your flesh , bone of your bone ▪ And if these be not Divels there are none . When the bold Cymbrian was sent to kill Great Caius Marius ; he went lesse in ill : Durst not his hands in innocence imbrew : Cymbrians are Saints ( deare Cabs ) compar'd with you . But can the Dragons taile prevaile so far As to sweep down to th' dust of death a star Of such a magnitude ? such rayes ? whose sphaeare was in the heart of God , and only there ? Will not bold Atheists question providence And conclude 'gainst a Deity from hence ? Is there a righteous God ? and could he see , A naked , single valour , charg'd by three Arm'd furies , and not draw his own , nor lend A sword into the hand of such a friend ? Forsaken valour ! whether wilt thou flie For succour , when both heaven and earth deny To be thy second ? But stop stop my soule : Heavens waies are iust : earth may not heaven controule What if Heaven purpos'd Rainsbroughs fall to be A prop for Englands dying Libertie ? And did in Love thus suffer one to fall That Charles by Treaty might not ruine all ? For who 'l expect that Treaty should doe good Whose longer date commenc't in Rainsbroughs blood ? See noble Fairfax , and bold Cromwel see What honours are prepar'd for thee , and thee . Conclude a peace with Charles ; thus you shall ride Triumphant , with your robes of Scarlet di'de In your own dearest blood : thus your Arrears You noble soules are paid ; the Tyrants feares Thus cur'd : thus ( if you be not wise ) you 'l feele In stead of Gold hee 'l pay you all with steel . Then let 's adore that providence whose waies , And works , doe all proclaim aloud his praise . And thou great Victim who wa'st set apart For us , shalt find a Tombe in every heart That is not prostituted to the Lust Of a right Reverend or Royall dust : And on that Tombe which doth such valour hold This Epitaph shall stand in lines of Gold . EPITAPHIVM . Here lyes as much true valour , as could dye : A sacrifice for Englands Liberty . Great , and Good Rainsborough , ( enough is said ) Through Chomleys pride and Cowardice betraid . J. T.