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         Howell, James, 1594?-1666.
      
       
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             Ah, ha; tumulus, thalamus: two counter-poems, the first, an elegy upon Edward late Earl of Dorset; The second, an epithalamium to the Lord M. of [Dor]chester.
             Howell, James, 1594?-1666.
          
           [16] p.
           
             Printed for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his shop at the Prince's Armes in St Paul's Church-yard.,
             London, :
             1653.
          
           
             First poem signed: I. H., i.e. James Howell.
             The syllable "Dor" on the title page is set off by a series of brackets; it is intended to represent the first syllable of both "Dorset" and "Dorchester.".
             Signatures: [A]⁴ B⁴.
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "May 12"; the 3 in imprint date has been altered to a 4.
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Dorset, Edward Sackville, -- Earl of, 1591-1652 -- Poetry.
           Dorchester, Henry Pierrepont, -- Marquis of, 1606-1680 -- Poetry.
           Elegiac poetry, English -- 17th century.
        
      
    
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             Ah
             ,
          
           Ha
           ;
           Tumulus
           ,
           Thalamus
           :
           Two
           Counter-POEMS
           ,
        
         
           The
           First
           ,
           an
           
             ELEGY
          
           Upon
           
             Edward
          
           late
           Earl
           of
           Dorset
           ;
        
         
           The
           Second
           ,
           an
           
             EPITHALAMIVM
          
           to
           the
           Lord
           
             M.
          
           of
           Dorchester
           .
        
         
           
             Invicem
             cedunt
             Dolor
             &
             Voluptas
             ,
             Funera
             ,
             
               Taedae
               ,
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Sorrow
            
             may
             endure
             for
             a
             Night
             ,
          
           
             But
             
               joy
            
             cometh
             in
             the
             Morning
             .
          
        
         
           
             LONDON
             ,
          
           Printed
           for
           
             Humphrey
             Moseley
             ,
          
           and
           are
           to
           be
           sold
           at
           his
           Shop
           at
           the
           
             Prince's
          
           
             Armes
          
           in
           St
           
             Paul's
          
           Church-yard
           .
           1654.
           
        
      
       
       
         
           An
           Advertizement
           to
           the
           READER
           .
        
         
           IN
           regard
           ther
           are
           divers
           imperfect
           and
           spurious
           Copies
           of
           these
           two
           Poems
           dispersed
           abroad
           ,
           I
           obtain'd
           leave
           of
           the
           Author
           to
           commit
           them
           to
           the
           press
           assuring
           the
           Reader
           that
           these
           are
           concordant
           with
           the
           Originalls
           .
        
         
           
             H.
             M.
             
          
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           AN
           ELEGY
           UPON
           THE
           MOST
           ACCOMPLISH'D
           ,
           AND
           HEROIC
           LORD
           EDWARD
           ,
           EARL
           OF
           DORSET
           ,
           Lord
           Chamberlain
           to
           His
           late
           Majesty
           of
           Great
           Britain
           ,
           and
           Knight
           of
           the
           most
           Noble
           Order
           of
           the
           Garter
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           
             Alluding
             to
             
               
                 The
                 Quality
                 of
                 the
                 Times
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 admired
                 Perfections
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 goodly
                 Person
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Antient
                 Pedigree
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Coat
                 of
                 Armes
                 crested
                 with
                 a
                 
                   Star
                   ,
                
              
               
                 The
                 Condition
                 of
                 Mortality
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Passion
                 of
                 the
                 Author
                 closing
                 with
                 an
                 Epitaph
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
           AN
           ELEGY
           UPON
           THE
           LATE
           EARL
           OF
           DORSET
           .
        
         
           LOrds
           have
           bin
           long
           
             Declining
             ,
          
           (
           we
           well
           know
           )
        
         
           And
           making
           their
           last
           Testaments
           ,
           but
           now
        
         
           They
           are
           
             Desunct
             ,
          
           they
           are
           
             Extinguish'd
          
           All
           ,
        
         
           And
           never
           like
           to
           rise
           by
           this
           Lords
           Fall
           ;
        
         
           A
           Lord
           ,
           whose
           
             Intellectualls
          
           alone
        
         
           Might
           make
           a
           
             House
             of
             Peers
             ,
          
           and
           prop
           a
           Throne
           ,
        
         
           Had
           not
           so
           dire
           a
           Fate
           hung
           o're
           the
           Crown
           ,
        
         
           That
           
             Privilege
             Prerogative
          
           should
           drown
           ;
        
         
           Where
           e're
           he
           sate
           he
           sway'd
           ,
           &
           Courts
           did
           awe
           ,
        
         
           
             Gave
          
           Bishops
           Gospell
           ,
           
             and
             the
          
           Judges
           law
        
         
         
           With
           such
           exalted
           Reasons
           ,
           which
           did
           flow
        
         
           So
           cleer
           and
           strong
           ,
           that
           made
           
             Astraea
          
           bow
        
         
           To
           his
           Opinion
           ,
           for
           where
           He
           did
           side
        
         
           Advantag'd
           more
           than
           half
           the
           
             Bench
          
           beside
           .
        
         
           But
           is
           great
           
             Sakvile
          
           dead
           ?
           Do
           we
           Him
           lack
           ,
        
         
           And
           will
           not
           all
           the
           Elements
           wear
           black
           ?
        
         
           Whereof
           he
           was
           compos'd
           a
           perfect
           man
        
         
           As
           ever
           Nature
           in
           one
           frame
           did
           span
           .
        
         
           Such
           Highborn
           
             Thoughts
             ,
          
           a
           
             Soul
          
           so
           large
           and
           free
           ,
        
         
           So
           clear
           a
           
             Judgment
             ,
          
           and
           vast
           
             Memory
             ,
          
        
         
           So
           Princely
           
             Hospitable
          
           and
           Brave
           
             Mind
          
        
         
           We
           must
           not
           think
           in
           hast
           on
           earth
           to
           find
           ,
        
         
           Unless
           the
           Times
           would
           turn
           to
           Gold
           agen
           ,
        
         
           And
           Nature
           get
           new
           strength
           in
           forming
           men
           .
        
         
           His
           
             Person
          
           with
           it
           such
           a
           state
           did
           bring
        
         
           That
           made
           a
           Court
           as
           if
           
             He
          
           had
           bin
           King
           ,
        
         
           No
           wonder
           ,
           since
           He
           was
           so
           neer
           a
           Kin
        
         
           To
           
             Norfolks
             Duke
             ,
          
           and
           the
           great
           
             Mayden
             Queen
             .
          
        
         
         
           He
           courage
           had
           enough
           by
           conquering
           One
        
         
           To
           have
           confounded
           that
           whole
           Nation
           ,
        
         
           Those
           parts
           which
           single
           do
           in
           some
           appear
        
         
           Were
           all
           concentred
           here
           in
           one
           bright
           Sphear
           ,
        
         
           For
           
             Brain
             ,
          
           Toung
           ,
           Spirit
           ,
           Heart
           ,
           
             and
          
           Personage
        
         
           To
           mould
           up
           such
           a
           Lord
           will
           ask
           an
           age
           ,
        
         
           But
           how
           durst
           pale
           white-liver'd
           Death
           seaze
           on
        
         
           So
           dauntles
           and
           Heroic
           a
           Champion
           ?
        
         
           Yes
           ,
           to
           Dye
           once
           is
           that
           uncancell'd
           debt
        
         
           Which
           Nature
           claymes
           ,
           and
           rayseth
           by
           Eschet
        
         
           On
           all
           Mankind
           by
           an
           old
           Statute
           past
        
         
           
             Primo
             Adami
             ,
          
           which
           will
           alwaies
           last
        
         
           Without
           Repeal
           ,
           nor
           can
           a
           second
           lease
        
         
           Be
           had
           of
           Life
           when
           the
           first
           term
           doth
           cease
           .
        
         
           Mount
           noble
           Soul
           ,
           Among
           the
           starrs
           take
           place
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           a
           new
           One
           of
           so
           bright
           a
           Race
        
         
           May
           
             Jove
          
           out-shine
           ,
           that
           
             Venus
          
           still
           may
           be
        
         
           In
           a
           benign
           Conjunction
           with
           Thee
           ,
        
         
         
           To
           check
           that
           Planet
           which
           on
           Lords
           hath
           lowr'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           such
           malign
           influxes
           lately
           powr'd
           ;
        
         
           Be
           now
           a
           star
           thy self
           for
           those
           which
           here
        
         
           Did
           on
           thy
           Crest
           ,
           and
           upper
           Robes
           appear
           ,
        
         
           For
           thy
           Director
           take
           
             that
             Star
          
           we
           read
        
         
           Which
           to
           thy
           Saviours
           Birth
           three
           Kings
           did
           lead
           .
        
         
           
             A
             Corollary
             .
          
           
             THus
             have
             I
             blubber'd
             out
             some
             tears
             and
             Verse
          
           
             On
             this
             Renowned
             Heroe
             ,
             and
             His
             Herse
             ,
          
           
             And
             could
             my
             Eyes
             have
             drop'd
             down
             
               Perls
            
             upon
             't
          
           
             In
             lieu
             of
             
               Teares
               ,
            
             God
             knowes
             ,
             I
             would
             have
             don
             't
             ,
          
           
             But
             
               Teares
            
             are
             real
             ,
             
               Perls
            
             for
             their
             Emblems
             go
             ,
          
           
             The
             first
             are
             fitter
             to
             express
             my
             Wo
             ;
          
           
             Let
             this
             small
             mite
             suffize
             untill
             I
             may
          
           
             A
             larger
             tribut
             to
             his
             ashes
             pay
             ,
          
           
             In
             the
             mean
             time
             this
             Epitaph
             shall
             shut
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             my
             Elegy
             a
             period
             put
             .
          
           
           
             HEre
             lie's
             a
             
               Grandee
            
             by
             Birth
             ,
             Parts
             ,
             and
             Mind
             ,
          
           
             Who
             hardly
             left
             his
             Parallell
             behind
             ,
          
           
             Here
             lie's
             the
             
               Man
               of
               Men
               ,
            
             who
             should
             have
             been
          
           
             An
             Emperour
             ,
             had
             
               Fate
            
             or
             
               Fortune
               seen
               .
            
          
           
             
               Totus
               in
               lachrymas
               solutus
               sic
               singultivit
               I.
               H.
               
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
           UPON
           THE
           NUPTIALLS
           OF
           THAT
           PRINCELY
           PAIR
           HENRY
           Lord
           Marquess
           Of
           DORCHESTER
           ,
           AND
           The
           Lady
           KATHERINE
           STANLEY
           ,
           Daughter
           to
           the
           late
           Heroic
           Earl
           of
           DERBY
           ,
        
         
           An
           Epithalamium
           by
           way
           of
           Dialog
           'twixt
           Philemon
           and
           Sylvius
           .
        
         
           
             Alluding
             to
             their
             
               
                 1.
                 
                 Complexions
                 ,
                 
                   
                     He
                     Sanguin
                     ,
                  
                   
                     She
                     Black
                     and
                     Fair
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 2.
                 
                 Coats
                 of
                 Arms
                 ,
                 
                   
                     
                       Both
                    
                     Field-Argent
                     ,
                  
                   
                     His
                     a
                     Lion
                     Rampant
                  
                   
                     in
                     an
                     orb
                     of
                     
                       Cinqfoyls
                       .
                    
                  
                
              
               
                 3.
                 
                 Countries
                 .
              
               
                 4.
                 
                 Pedigrees
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           Going
           on
           with
           an
           
             Hymenaeum
             ,
          
           or
           Vote
           ,
           comprized
           in
           four
           Musicall
           Stanzas
           ,
           the
           three
           first
           Ayrie
           and
           Poeticall
           ,
           the
           last
           
             Serious
             .
          
        
      
       
       
         
           The
           DIALOGUE
           .
        
         
           
             Philemon
             .
          
           
             VVHat
             Object
             's
             that
             which
             I
             behold
          
           
             Dazzling
             my
             eyes
             with
             gemms
             and
             Gold
             ?
          
           
             Her
             Face
             ,
             me thinks
             ,
             darts
             such
             a
             ray
          
           
             That
             adds
             more
             brightnes
             to
             the
             Day
             ,
          
           
             Her
             breath
             perfumes
             the
             place
             ,
             Her
             curls
             and
             hair
          
           
             Like
             Indian
             spice
             aromatize
             the
             Air
             ,
          
           
             A
             sparkling
             white
             and
             black
             breaks
             from
             her
             sight
          
           
             Like
             to
             the
             Diamonds
             redoubling
             light
             ,
          
           
             As
             she
             doth
             walk
             the
             very
             ground
             and
             stone
          
           
             Turn
             to
             Field-Argent
             which
             she
             treads
             upon
             ;
          
           
             A
             Mortal
             sure
             she
             cannot
             be
          
           
             But
             some
             transcending
             Deitie
             ;
          
           
             My
             dearest
             
               Sylvius
            
             pray
             unfold
          
           
             Who
             's
             that
             rare
             Creature
             I
             behold
             ?
          
        
         
         
           
             Sylvius
             .
          
           
             SHe
             is
             a
             Princess
             and
             a
             Bride
          
           
             Goes
             to
             the
             Temple
             to
             be
             ti'd
          
           
             In
             Nuptiall
             bonds
             ,
             her
             starrs
             will
             not
             permit
          
           
             That
             at
             the
             Vestall
             fires
             She
             longer
             sit
             ;
          
           
             She
             's
             Derbie's
             
               Royall
            
             bloud
             ,
             
               Derby
               le
               Gran
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             now
             She
             travells
             to
             the
             
               I
               le
               of
               Man
               ,
            
          
           
             She
             of
             the
             Princely
             
               Orenge
            
             is
             a
             branch
          
           
             Imp'd
             on
             the
             high
             
               Trimovillan
            
             stem
             of
             
               France
               ,
            
          
           
             Two
             of
             the
             fairest
             Kingdomes
             strove
             ,
             and
             try'd
          
           
             Their
             Utmost
             to
             compleat
             this
             Lovely
             Bride
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             she
             which
             makes
             'twixt
             gemms
             and
             gold
          
           
             That
             Constellation
             you
             behold
             .
          
        
         
           
             Philemon
             .
          
           
             BUt
             who
             's
             that
             comely
             sanguine
             Peer
          
           
             Which
             on
             her
             heart-side
             walks
             so
             neer
             ?
          
           
             He
             likewise
             makes
             all
             
               Argent
            
             as
             he
             goes
             ,
          
           
             Look
             at
             his
             feet
             how
             thick
             the
             
               Cinqfoyl
            
             grows
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             Sylvius
             .
          
           
             T
             Is
             Wise
             and
             Wealthy
             
               Pierrpont
               ,
            
             who
             renowns
          
           
             With
             Titles
             ,
             
               Three
            
             of
             Englands
             chiefest
             Towns
             ,
          
           
             A
             precious
             pond'rous
             Lord
             ,
             whose
             fole
             Estate
          
           
             A
             Jury
             of
             new
             Barons
             might
             create
             ,
          
           
             Patron
             of
             Virtue
             ,
             Chivalry
             ,
             and
             Arts
          
           
             'Cause
             he
             himself
             excells
             in
             all
             these
             Parts
             ;
          
           
             'T
             is
             He
             who
             by
             the
             hand
             doth
             hold
          
           
             That
             Demi-Goddess
             you
             behold
             .
          
        
         
           
             Philemon
             .
          
           
             IS
             't
             so
             ?
             then
             my
             Autumnall
             Muse
             shall
             sing
          
           
             An
             
               Hymenaeum
               ,
            
             and
             fetch
             back
             Her
             spring
             ,
          
           
             This
             Subject
             a
             fresh
             vigor
             doth
             inspire
             ,
          
           
             And
             heats
             my
             brain
             with
             an
             unusuall
             fire
             .
          
        
      
       
       
         
           AN
           HYMENAEUM
           ,
           OR
           BRIDAL-SONET
           ,
           Consisting
           of
           four
           
             Stanzas
             ,
          
           and
           to
           be
           sung
           by
           three
           voices
           ,
           according
           to
           a
           choice
           Air
           set
           thereunto
           by
           Mr.
           WILLIAM
           WEBB
           .
        
         
           
             1.
             Chorus
          
           
             MAy
             all
             Felicity
             betide
          
           
             This
             Princely
             Bridegroom
             ,
             and
             his
             Bride
             .
          
           
             May
             those
             delights
             this
             morn
             shall
             bring
          
           
             Be
             endless
             as
             their
             Nuptiall
             Ring
             ,
          
           
             May
             they
             be
             constant
             ,
             and
             exceed
          
           
             Each
             Others
             Wishes
             ,
             Hopes
             ,
             and
             Creed
             ,
          
           
             May
             the
             three
             Regions
             of
             the
             air
          
           
             Powr
             showrs
             of
             blessings
             on
             this
             pair
             ,
          
           
           
             May
             
               Sol
            
             and
             
               Cynthia
            
             with
             their
             rayes
             ,
          
           
             
               Silver
            
             their
             nights
             and
             
               gild
            
             their
             dayes
             .
          
        
         
           
             2.
             
             Chorus
             ▪
          
           
             All
             joyes
             attend
             and
             best
             of
             Fate
          
           
             This
             noble
             
               Marques
            
             and
             His
             Mate
             .
          
        
         
           
             2.
             
          
           
             YEe
             gentle
             Nymphs
             of
             
               Trent
            
             and
             
               Dee
            
          
           
             Make
             hast
             to
             this
             solemnity
             ,
          
           
             Your
             streames
             and
             beds
             now
             meet
             in
             one
          
           
             By
             this
             
               High-sprung
            
             conjunction
             ,
          
           
             Ye
             Wood-nymphs
             who
             green
             garlands
             wear
          
           
             In
             
               Shirewood
            
             launds
             ,
             and
             
               Delamer
               ,
            
          
           
             Yee
             Dames
             of
             
               Helicon
            
             attend
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Graces
            
             your
             sweet
             presence
             lend
             ,
          
           
             
               Lucina
            
             com
             ,
             and
             pray
             ther
             be
          
           
             Employment
             in
             due
             time
             for
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Chorus
             .
          
           
             May
             all
             Felicity
             betide
          
           
             This
             noble
             Bridegroom
             ,
             and
             his
             Bride
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             3.
             
          
           
             MAy
             they
             such
             gallant
             Males
             produce
          
           
             Both
             to
             the
             
               Rose
            
             and
             
               Flowerdeluce
               ,
            
          
           
             That
             Englands
             Chivalry
             and
             French
          
           
             May
             multiply
             ,
             and
             
               bourgeon
            
             hence
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             branches
             shooting
             o're
             the
             Main
          
           
             May
             knit
             ,
             and
             blossome
             here
             again
             ,
          
           
             That
             
               Pierrponts
               Lion
            
             and
             
               Cinqfoyl
            
          
           
             May
             
               ramp
            
             and
             
               root
            
             in
             every
             soyl
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             may
             this
             noble
             Race
             wear
             out
          
           
             Till
             
               Plato's
            
             Great
             year
             wheel
             about
             .
          
        
         
           
             Chorus
             .
          
           
             May
             all
             Felicity
             betide
          
           
             This
             noble
             Bridegroom
             ,
             and
             his
             Bride
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             4.
             
             Stanza
             Closing
             with
             a
             serious
             graduall
             Vote
             .
          
           
             MAy
             all
             the
             
               Elements
            
             conspire
          
           
             To
             make
             them
             bless'd
             in
             their
             desire
             ,
          
           
             May
             all
             the
             
               Stars
            
             on
             them
             reflect
          
           
             Their
             mildest
             looks
             in
             
               Trine
            
             aspect
             ,
          
           
             May
             all
             the
             
               Angels
            
             them
             defend
          
           
             From
             every
             thing
             doth
             ill
             portend
             ,
          
           
             
               May
            
             Angells
             ,
             Stars
             ,
             
               and
            
             Elements
          
           
             Affoord
             Them
             such
             compleat
             contents
          
           
             That
             They
             have
             nothing
             els
             to
             wish
          
           
             But
             a
             Perseverance
             of
             Bliss
             .
          
        
         
           
             Chorus
             .
          
           
             All
             joyes
             attend
             and
             best
             of
             Fate
          
           
             This
             noble
             Marquess
             and
             his
             Mate
             .
          
           
             Idem
             I.
             ●
             .
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
      
    
    

