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TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE SIR ROBERT CARR VISCOUNT ROCHESTER KNIGHT OF THE MOST NOBLE ORDER OF THE GARTER AND ONE OF HIS MAJESTY'S MOST HONOURABLE PRIVY COUNCIL	A
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My right noble lord	B
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I present to your voidest leisure of survey these few sparks found out in our most glorious prince his ashes I could not have thought this worthy your view but that it aims at the preservation of his fame than which I know not anything but the sacred lives of both their majesties and their sweet issue that can be dearer unto you Were my whole life turned into leisure and that leisure accompanied with all the Muses it were not able to draw a map large enough of him for his praise is an high going sea that wants both shore and bottom Neither do I my noble lord present you with this night piece to make his death bed still float in those compassionate rivers of your eyes you have already with much lead upon your heart sounded both the sorrow royal and your own O that care should ever attain to so ambitious a title Only here though I dare not say you shall find him live for that assurance were worth many kingdoms yet you shall perceive him draw a little breath such as gives us comfort his critical day is past and the glory of a new life risen neither subject to physic nor fortune For my defects in this undertaking my wish presents itself with that of Martial's	C
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O utinam mores animumque effingere possem	D
Pulchrior in terris nulla tabella foret	E
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Howsoever your protection is able to give it noble lustre and bind me by that honourable courtesy to be ever	F
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Your honour's truly devoted servant	G
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JOHN WEBSTER	F
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A MONUMENTAL COLUMN	H
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A FUNERAL ELEGY	I
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The greatest of the kingly race is gone	J
Yet with so great a reputation	K
Laid in the earth we cannot say he's dead	L
But as a perfect diamond set in lead	L
Scorning our foil his glories do break forth	M
Worn by his maker who best knew his worth	N
Yet to our fleshy eyes there does belong	O
That which we think helps grief a passionate tongue	P
Methinks I see men's hearts pant in their lips	C
We should not grieve at the bright sun's eclipse	C
But that we love his light so travellers stray	Q
Wanting both guide and conduct of the day	Q
Nor let us strive to make this sorrow old	R
For wounds smart most when that the blood grows cold	R
If princes think that ceremony meet	S
To have their corpse embalm'd to keep them sweet	S
Much more they ought to have their fame exprest	S
In Homer though it want Darius' chest	S
To adorn which in her deserved throne	T
I bring those colours which Truth calls her own	T
Nor gain nor praise by my weak lines are sought	S
Love that's born free cannot be hir'd nor bought	S
Some great inquisitors in nature say	Q
Royal and generous forms sweetly display	Q
Much of the heavenly virtue as proceeding	U
From a pure essence and elected breeding	U
Howe'er truth for him thus nuch doth importune	T
His form and value both deserv'd his fortune	T
For 'tis a question not decided yet	S
Whether his mind or fortune were more great	S
Methought I saw him in his right hand wield	S
A caduceus in th' other Pallas' shield	S
His mind quite void of ostentation	T
His high erected thoughts look'd down upon	T
The smiling valley of his fruitful heart	S
Honour and courtesy in every part	S
Proclaim'd him and grew lovely in each limb	D
He well became those virtues which grac'd him	D
He spread his bounty with a provident hand	S
And not like those that sow th' ingrateful sand	S
His rewards follow'd reason ne'er were plac'd	S
For ostentation and to make them last	S
He was not like the mad and thriftless vine	T
That spendeth all her blushes at one time	D
But like the orange tree his fruits he bore	V
Some gather'd he had green and blossoms store	V
We hop'd much of him till death made hope err	W
We stood as in some spacious theatre	F
Musing what would become of him his flight	S
Reach'd such a noble pitch above our sight	S
Whilst he discreetly wise this rule had won	T
Not to let fame know his intents till done	T
Men came to his court as to bright academies	C
Of virtue and of valour all the eyes	C
That feasted at his princely exercise	C
Thought that by day Mars held his lance by night	S
Minerva bore a torch to give him light	S
As once on Rhodes Pindar reports of old	S
Soldiers expected 't would have rain'd down gold	S
Old husbandmen i' the country gan to plant	S
Laurel instead of elm and made their vaunt	S
Their sons and daughters should such trophies wear	W
Whenas the prince return'd a conqueror	F
From foreign nations for men thought his star	X
Had mark'd him for a just and glorious war	V
And sure his thoughts were ours he could not read	S
Edward the Black Prince's life but it must breed	S
A virtuous emulation to have his name	D
So lag behind him both in time and fame	D
He that like lightning did his force advance	C
And shook to th' centre the whole realm of France	C
That of warm blood open'd so many sluices	C
To gather and bring thence six flower de luces	C
Who ne'er saw fear but in his enemies' flight	S
Who found weak numbers conquer arm'd with right	S
Who knew his humble shadow spread no more	V
After a victory than it did before	V
Who had his breast instated with the choice	C
Of virtues though they made no ambitious noise	C
Whose resolution was so fiery still	Y
It seem'd he know better to die than kill	Y
And yet drew Fortune as the adamant steel	Z
Seeming t' have fix'd a stay upon her wheel	Z
Who jestingly would say it was his trade	S
To fashion death beds and hath often made	S
Horror look lovely when i' the fields there lay	Q
Arms and legs so distracted one would say	Q
That the dead bodies had no bodies left	S
He that of working pulse sick France bereft	S
Who knew that battles not the gaudy show	A2
Of ceremonies do on kings bestow	A2
Best theatres t' whom naught so tedious as court sport	S
That thought all fans and ventoys of the court	S
Ridiculous and loathsome to the shade	S
Which in a march his waving ensign made	S
Him did he strive to imitate and was sorry	I
He did not live before him that his glory	I
Might have been his example to these ends	C
Those men that follow'd him were not by friends	C
Or letters preferr'd to him he made choice	C
In action not in complimental voice	C
And as Marcellus did two temples rear	B2
To Honour and to Virtue plac'd so near	B2
They kiss'd yet none to Honour's got access	C
But they that pass'd through Virtue's so to express	C
His worthiness none got his countenance	C
But those whom actual merit did advance	C
Yet alas all his goodness lies full low	A2
greatness what shall we compare thee to	S
To giants beasts or towers fram'd out of snow	A2
Or like wax gilded tapers more for show	A2
Than durance thy foundation doth betray	Q
Thy frailty being builded on such clay	Q
This shows the all controlling power of fate	S
That all our sceptres and our chairs of state	S
Are but glass metal that we are full of spots	C
And that like new writ copies t'avoid blots	C
Dust must be thrown upon us for in him	D
Our comfort sunk and drown'd learning to swim	D
And though he died so late he's no more near	B2
To us than they that died three thousand year	B2
Before him only memory doth keep	C2
Their fame as fresh as his from death or sleep	C2
Why should the stag or raven live so long	O
And that their age rather should not belong	O
Unto a righteous prince whose lengthen'd years	C
Might assist men's necessities and fears	C
Let beasts live long and wild and still in fear	B2
The turtle dove never outlives nine year	B2
Both life and death have equally exprest	S
Of all the shortest madness is the best	S
We ought not think that his great triumphs need	S
Our wither'd laurels Can our weak praise feed	S
His memory which worthily contemns	C
Marble and gold and oriental gems	C
His merits pass our dull invention	T
And now methinks I see him smile upon	T
Our	F

John Webster

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