An elegy upon his honoured friend Mr. James Herewyn, unfortunately slain by a fall from his horse Godschalck, James. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B09187 of text R188830 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing G964AB). 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. 7 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B09187 Wing G964AB ESTC R188830 64551292 ocm 64551292 184591 2240872007

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B09187) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 184591) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2867:43) An elegy upon his honoured friend Mr. James Herewyn, unfortunately slain by a fall from his horse Godschalck, James. Godschalck, James. Acrostich upon Mr. James Herewyn, merchant. Sweeting, John, fl. 1650. Upon the unfortunate death of Mr. James Herrewyn merchant, by a fall from a horse. Godschalck, James. We need no supr, or mettl'd horse. Sweeting, John, fl. 1650. To Mr. Herrewyns friends. 1 sheet ([2] p.). s.n., [London : 1650] Caption title. Place and date of publication suggested by Wing (2nd ed.). In verse. Includes five elegiac poems inside border signed by James Godschalck and John Sweeting. Reproduction of original in: Harvard University. Library. An elegy upon his honoured friend Mr. James Herrewyn unfortunately slain by a fall from his horse / James Godschalck -- An acrostich upon Mr. James Herewyn, merchant / James Godschalck -- Upon the unfortunate death of Mr. James Herrewyn merchant, by a fall from a horse / John Sweeting -- We need no supr,or mettl'd horse / I. G. -- To Mr. Herrewyns friends / I. S. eng Herrewyn, James -- Death and burial. Elegiac poetry, English -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo An elegy upon his honoured friend Mr. James Herrewyn, unfortunately slain by a fall from his horse. Godschalck, James 1650 2 1085 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. 2011-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2011-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2011-11 Sampled and proofread 2011-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2012-05 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
An Elegy upon his honoured friend Mr. James Herrewyn , unfortunately slain by a fall from his Horse . WHo can Epitomize with Curious Eye , Man in his End-lesse travels ? and deny , That Pleasing madnesse mortalls doth affect ? Who grasping shadows , substance do neglect : Some , onely zealous riches to acquest , And of a vast Estate to be possest , Consume in care their Precious , Hastning Dayes , Esteeming wealth and gold sufficient Praise , And guerdon of their labours : whilst they merit , Not what themselves , but others doe inherit : Others pursue variety of Pleasures , As onely summa Bona , chiefest Treasures : Yet could the proudest Ep cure ne're finde , To satiate in these , his rest-lesse minde . Not few , ( yet something nobler ) spend their Time , Aspiring Honours slippery mount to clime ; Vulgar applause affecting , courting glory , Ambitious to survive in long liv'd story : Thus they applaud themselves , & dote , whil'st they , Soone ( as their frothy Titles ) passe away . Were Riches ; Pleasures , Honours Blest Estate , Free from the Lawes of all-controuling Fate , Or were the Proud Possessors so sublime , As'bove the Reach of all devouring Time : Could we secure our selves in the fruition Of these sub-lunar goods : were our Condition Immutable , or we Immortall : then , 'T should be the taske of my unworthy Pen , To write encomium's on the state of man : But since t is no such matter : oh ! who can Account them wise , or sound in wits , who deem , Ought in this wretched world worth our esteem ? Can store of Gold , or Silver , bribe the Hand Of unrelenting Mors , or Countermand His fatall stroke ? can Oceans of Pleasure , Protract our dayes ? or adde ought to the measure Of our Prefixed Houre ? can Blooming age , Or smooth-fac'd youth , entreat , perswade , engage The Three-fold sisters to prolong their twine ? Should Temperance with propitious Nature joine To save one wight , or sue a full Discharge , From passing Lethe's lake in Charon's Barge , 'T were vain : too sad an instance here we finde , Our Herrewyn's gone ! in Him they all combin'd : Wealth , vertues , youth , what not ? nor can our griefe Revert his fate , or render us Relief . A sad Catastrophe — In natures Course , Scarce Half-way run : yet forced to unhorse . Injurious Fates ! eclipse this rising light , Before his noon , and far from thoughts of night : Thrice Happy Hee : who dy'd though few of years , Fuller of vertues , then His friends of Tears . James Godschalck .
An Acrostich upon Mr. James Herewyn , Merchant . Jnto this vale of Tears , this World , We have An onely Passage : to the silent grave , More then ten thousand Paths , and differing Wayes . Examples too too many , these Worst dayes Showre thick upon us : Some like fruits unripe Harsh accidents ( as Storms ) from hence doe gripe : Excessive numbers gentler , lingring Pain Reduceth ( whence at first ) to Dust again . Ev'n the choice Sports , and Pleasures oft doe bring , What there we least expect , a deadly Sting : It is no Paradox : Lo Here ! a Wight doth lye Now sleeping : Loved Horses , and by Horse did dye . James Godschalck .
Vpon the Vnfortunate Death of Mr. James Herrewyn Merchant , by a fall from a Horse . I could lament thee , Merchant ; but to grieve Would doe thy Friends no good , nor thee relieve Out of the snares of death ; but yet i 'le tell The World how hard thy fate did with thee deal : A Debt thou didst him owe ; 't is very true ; But now to call for 't , though 't were alwayes due , Seemes very hard ; fifty years hence I should Have thought good payment ; I am sure , death could Have had a little patience , and have staid , Considering what large sums the sword has paid : He might have sent him notice by his thin Fac'd Sergeant , sicknesse , and have warn'd him in , To put in Bail ; but for to Hurry him hence A Horseback ; and basely throw him thence Into a silent Prison ; all this done , In the non-change-time of his age , is th' summe Of Cruelty , and could not be past by , With Patience ; but that necessity Compels . Well! seeing 't is so , were all as I , Wee 'l call them fools , that fear , or love to dye . John Sweeting .
We need no Spur , or mettl'd Horse , Nature alone runs full Carreare , Why such preposterous haste Dire Mors ? Too soon w' are flying . Too soon I say , 'cause Herwin's gone : Th' hadst had some Pity left I 'd sweare If Him thou hadst Repreiv'd alone , So soon from Dying . But since , alas ! thou hast bereft us Of him , the Non such of His age , Since Hee alas , alas ! hath left us , Mors we Defie thee : Th' ast but advanc'd him in His Way , Where now Hee Rests above thy rage : With Him t'associate , though to Day , Oh who would flye thee ? Thy deadly spight can hurt no more , Then He the wandring Wretch that brings , T' a Land of Rest from Travells sore . Can'st thou deny it ? We 're Pilgrimes Here , we claim no right , To these Terrestriall fading things : Wee 'l follow Herrewyn through thy Night , T' a Morn of Quiet . I.G.
To Mr. Herrewyns Friends . Why doe you look so sad ? your friend , you say , Is gone to Heaven : had H'gone th' other way , Or been sequestred 't were cause of sorrow ; Besides to dye , may be your case to morrow . I. S.