A congratulary poem on the right honourable Heneage Lord Finch, Baron of Daventry, Earl of Notttingham [sic] and Lord High Chancellor of England. W. W. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06531 of text R220982 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W142). 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. 5 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 2018 B06531 Wing W142 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[48] 99885183 ocm99885183 182533 2248538153

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06531) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182533) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:1[48]) A congratulary poem on the right honourable Heneage Lord Finch, Baron of Daventry, Earl of Notttingham [sic] and Lord High Chancellor of England. W. W. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n., [London : 1681] Signed: W.W. Verse: "My Lord, Ariststotle the lerarn'd did say ..." Imprint from Wing. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Nottingham, Heneage Finch, -- Earl of, 1621-1682 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A congratulary poem on the right honourable Heneage Lord Finch, Baron of Daventry, Earl of Notttingham [sic] and Lord High Chancellor of England. W. W. 1681 1 803 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. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Congratulary Poem ON THE RIGHT HONOURABLE Heneage Lord Finch , Baron of Daventry , Earl of Nottingham AND Lord High Chancellor OF ENGLAND . MY Lord , Ariststotle the Lerarn'd did say That Wit , and Vertue , always made the way for their Allies , to mount bright Honours Chair , By rendring of them Excellent and Rare . A Man may rise in Greatness from his Blood , But unless he , be Vertuous and Good , He wanteth Weight , and equal Ballance High , To make him truely Great , and from the Sky . Blood without Vertue , 't is but only Nature , Without embellishing of the Creature , But when together , are in hand and hand , That Soul enjoys the Heavens and the Land . Blood without Vertue 's , but a dazeling Light , And blinds the Opticks , more then clears the Sight . But when Companions are , in the same way , Honour comes up and makes her Holliday . Blood without Vertue , is too often Vain , Its Colour fading , because not dy'd in Grain . But when with her , She Hawks up Honour high , Says the most Learned in Divinity . Vertue without Blood , does still make Honour Essentially so , from Heavens great Donour . Since that 's the Primum Mobile of all , Of things above , and below Terrestial . By her , Men are great , and that of Course , For true Greatness flows from Heavens Source . For what 's nearest the thing , Logicians say . Enjoys that most , which we call Honours day . The Arts cry out , they only Honour have , That understand how to be good and brave , Learned , Just , Pious , and from Reason high , As Men not born from Earth , but from the Sky . Wisdome relates , that she Commission hath , Honours to give , as she best pleaseth To her Allies , those things she doth bestow , That in our selves may live , and not Mankind owe Any thing , but what out selves think Just , The surest way discharging any Trust , Wisdom's a Portion to the Sons of Men , The softer Sex to the fine Women . Vertue 's Honour still , and from on high , Honour without her , is but a Mystery ; And not so , from Reason , Sence nor Story , Therefore I have done with Honours empty Glory . But your great Soul still moves on Honour true , Acted by th' powers above , above Red and Blew ; It loves to live with you , and with you will dye , And beyond the Grave shall keep you Company . Honour , the bright Star , from the Arts Spheers , Honour the gay Plannet of our years , The Youth most beautiful , Charming and Fair , Courting the Maid Vertue , as in the Air , The Sun himself courts all things here below , And by its motion runs dayly to and fro , Leading the Life of Love , as we do see , Makes Men and Beasts take their felicitie . Nature , Blood , Wit , Art , Wisdome most high ; Makes you so Rich , and so to signify . In that you are not singly , but doubly Great , By Fortunes Charms , and not by those of Fate , You are so excellent , and of such parts , Whether you will or no , you take all Hearts ; Bringing them to their great and chief Delight , Their pains discharge , and settle them on the Right . Your Picture in your Character may see , As the Sun when smiling on a Willow Tree , There your perfections , are rendred bright and rare , As Angels Gay , do dance beyond the Air. There we may see enough , of one fine Man , That we we may imitate , and do the best we can ; For that which we can't Coppy , we must admire , As Persians do the Suns bright Golden Fire , When this great Oak must be cut down to die By Death the Woodman and in the Grave to lie ; It shall be set in the Orchard above , Near the purling River , of Heaven's great Love ; Where it shall thrive , and be water'd again , Prun'd and be Trimm'd , and there rejoyce amain ; And so receive from time to time such pleasure , Beyond Thought , Words , Fancie , and all Measure . W.W.