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         Wharton, George, Sir, 1596-1672.
      
       
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             In memorie of that lively patterne of true pietie, and unstain'd loyaltie, Mrs Susanna Harris the vertuous wife of Capt. John Harris, who dyed the last day of October, 1649.
             Wharton, George, Sir, 1596-1672.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             s.n.,
             [London :
             1649]
          
           
             Signed at end: W.G., i.e. Sir George Wharton.
             Imprint from Wing.
             In verse.
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "Nouemb: 27. 1649"; "harton" following 'W.G.'.
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Elegiac poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
        
      
    
       A96280  R211135  (Thomason 669.f.15[1]).  civilwar no In memorie of that lively patterne of true pietie, and unstain'd loyaltie, Mrs Susanna Harris, the vertuous wife of Capt. John Haris, who dy Wharton, George, Sir 1649    300 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.  
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           In
           Memorie
           of
           that
           Lively
           Patterne
           of
           true
           Pietie
           ,
           and
           unstain'd
           Loyaltie
           ,
           Mrs
           
             SVSANNA
             HARRIS
             ,
          
           The
           Vertuous
           Wife
           of
           Capt.
           
             JOHN
             HARRIS
             ,
          
           who
           dyed
           the
           last
           day
           of
           
             October
             ,
          
           1649.
           
        
         
           
             WIthin
             this
             sacred
             Dust
             SUSANNA
             lies
          
           
             Obscur'd
             from
             
               false-accusing-Elders
            
             eies
             :
          
           
             Once
             
               Independent
               ,
            
             as
             are
             they
             that
             be
          
           
             The
             
               Servants
            
             of
             
               One-God
               ,
            
             and
             none
             but
             He.
             
          
           
             A
             
               Leveller
            
             in
             
               Folio
               ,
            
             such
             an
             one
          
           
             As
             Lov'd
             to
             
               Levell
            
             an
             
               Vsurped-Throne
            
          
           
             A
             
               Royallist
            
             besides
             ,
             (
             and
             here
             is
             all
          
           
             The
             
               Sable
            
             that
             attends
             her
             
               Funerall
               .
               )
            
          
           
             For
             ,
             She
             her
             
               Crown
               ,
            
             her
             
               Country
               ,
            
             and
             her
             
               Mate
               ,
            
          
           
             Preferr'd
             
               and
            
             Fancy'd
             
               more
               then
            
             Earthly
             State
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             now
             she
             's
             gone
             :
             't
             is
             meant
             her
             
               Better-part
               ;
            
          
           
             The
             rest
             lies
             here
             ,
             to
             
               Crucifie
            
             His
             
               Heart
            
          
           
             VVho
             
               Wounded
            
             Hers
             ;
             
               Death
            
             hath
             dissolv'd
             the
             band
          
           
             VVhich
             
               Life
            
             and
             
               Love
            
             had
             knit
             'twixt
             heart
             and
             hand
             .
          
        
         
           
             "
             Happy
             those
             
               Husbands
            
             thus
             in
             
               Women
            
             blest
             !
          
           
             "
             Thrice
             happy
             
               Wives
               ,
            
             which
             merit
             such
             a
             
               Test
               !
            
          
           
             
               Rest
            
             Glorious
             Saint
             !
             
               and
               may
               her
            
             vertuous
             life
          
           
             Last
             the
             Choise
             
               Embleme
            
             of
             the
             
               Rarest
               Wife
               :
            
          
           
             Untill
             the
             
               Trumpet
            
             sound
             ,
             and
             bid
             ,
             
               Arise
               ,
            
          
           
             T'
             imbrace
             that
             
               Blessed
               union
            
             never
             
               dies
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Good
             Lives
             
               and
            
             Actions
             
               usher
               us
               to
            
             Blisse
             ,
          
           
             
               And
               not
            
             Cull'd
             Language
             ,
             
               or
            
             Rich
             vanities
             :
          
           
             
               So
               that
            
             Vaine
             Praises
             
               were
               an
            
             uselesse
             sound
             ,
          
           
             
               A
               sprinkling
            
             Water
             
               upon
            
             Holier
             Ground
             .
          
           
             Let
             such
             whose
             
               ill-spent-Lives
            
             have
             rendred
             cause
          
           
             Of
             just
             
               Suspition
               ,
            
             leane
             on
             fraile
             
               Applause
               ,
            
          
           
             She
             needs
             no
             
               Gawdy-Fictions
               :
            
             Nor
             is
             't
             fit
          
           
             
               Her
            
             Graces
             
               be
            
             Profan'd
             
               in
            
             Home-spun-wit
             .
          
        
         
           
             Since
             faire
             SUSANNA
             in
             her
             
               Garden-Bowrs
            
          
           
             VVas
             not
             more
             
               Pious
               ,
            
             or
             more
             
               Chast
            
             than
             
               Ours
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             W.
             G.
             
          
        
      
    
    

