Sorrow, who to this house scarce knew the way: Is, Oh, heire of it, our All is his prey. This strange chance claimes strange wonder, and to us Nothing can be so strange, as to weepe thus. 'Tis well his lifes loud speaking workes deserve, 5 And give praise too, our cold tongues could not serve: 'Tis well, hee kept teares from our eyes before, That to fit this deepe ill, we might have store. Oh, if a sweet briar, climbe up by'a tree, If to a paradise that transplanted bee, 10 Or fell'd, and burnt for holy sacrifice, Yet, that must wither, which by it did rise, As we for him dead: though no familie Ere rigg'd a soule for heavens discoverie With whom more Venturers more boldly dare 15 Venture their states, with him in joy to share. Wee lose what all friends lov'd, him; he gaines now But life by death, which worst foes would allow, If hee could have foes, in whose practise grew All vertues, whose names subtile Schoolmen knew. 20 What ease, can hope that wee shall see'him, beget, When wee must die first, and cannot dye yet? His children are his pictures, Oh they bee Pictures of him dead, senselesse, cold as he. Here needs no marble Tombe, since hee is gone, 25 He, and about him, his, are turn'd to stone. [Elegie _&c._ _1635-69_, _following_ Death be not proud (_p._ 422): Elegie, Funerall Elegie, _or no title_, _B_, _Cy_, _HN_, _O'F_, _S96:_ Elegie VI. (_being placed among the_ Elegies) _1633:_ Elegie. (_being eighth among_ Elegies) _D_, _H49_, _Lec:_ Elegia tercia. _S:_ Elegie XIII^a. _JC_, _W_] [1 who _1633-39:_ that _1650-69_] [2 prey. _1633:_ prey, _1633-54:_ Pay. _1669_] [4 thus. _1669:_ thus; _1633-54_] [13 dead: _1633-69:_ dead. _HN_, _Grolier_] [16 Venture their states] Venter estates _B_ share. _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _W:_ share _1633:_ share, _1635-69_, _Chambers and Grolier_. _See note_] [17 him;] him, _1633_] [20 names] name _1635-69_ knew. _Ed:_ knew; _1635-69_] [24 he. _1650-69:_ he, _1633-39_] _An hymne to the Saints, and to Marquesse Hamylton._ _To Sir Robert Carr._ SIR, _I Presume you rather try what you can doe in me, then what I can doe in verse; you know my uttermost when it was best, and even then I did best when I had least truth for my subjects. In this present case there is so much truth as it defeats all Poetry. Call therefore this paper by what name you will, and, if it bee not worthy of him, nor of you, nor of mee, smother it, and bee that the sacrifice. If you had commanded mee to have waited on his body to Scotland and preached there, I would have embraced the obligation with more alacrity; But, I thanke you that you would command me that which I was loath to doe, for, even that hath given a tincture of merit to the obedience of_