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         Th. Tw.
      
       
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             An elegiack memoriall of the Right Honourable Generall Deane, &c.
             Th. Tw.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill.
           
             Printed by M.S. for Tho: Jenner at the South-Entrance of the Royall Exchange,
             London :
             1653.
          
           
             Signed at end: "Th: Tw:".
             Verse - "Be dumb ye Muses who speaks rightly Him".
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "June 24".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
         eng
      
       
         
           Deane, Richard, 1610-1653 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
           Elegiac poetry, English.
        
      
    
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           An
           Elegiack
           Memoriall
           of
           the
           Right
           Honourable
           Generall
           DEANE
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           
             
               Aetatis
               suae
               42.
               
            
             depiction of the tomb of General Richard Deane, 1610-1653.
          
        
         
           
             BE
             dumb
             ye
             Muses
             who
             speaks
             rightly
             Him
          
           
             Needs
             the
             high
             Accents
             of
             a
             Seraphim
             ,
          
           
             A
             Cherubs
             quill
             ,
             &
             so
             perhaps
             his
             Verse
          
           
             May
             not
             prophane
             (
             though
             it
             approach
             )
             his
             Herse
             .
          
           
             The
             Antient
             and
             the
             Moderne
             
               Hero's
            
             seeme
             ,
          
           
             Compar'd
             to
             ours
             ,
             a
             poor
             low
             barren
             Theme
             :
          
           
             Poets
             and
             flatt'rers
             rais'd
             them
             to
             the
             skies
             ,
          
           
             And
             who
             were
             scarce
             good
             men
             made
             Deities
             .
          
           
             Like
             China-dishes
             hid
             an
             age
             in
             mold
             ,
          
           
             By
             great-grand
             children
             Gods
             and
             Saints
             inroll'd
             .
          
           
             They
             from
             mens
             fancies
             after
             death
             did
             grow
             :
          
           
             This
             was
             a
             Saint
             on
             Earth
             ,
             a
             Star
             below
             .
          
           
             The
             Ethnick
             ,
             Roman
             ,
             Calenders
             are
             crost
             ,
          
           
             What
             they
             pretend
             t'have
             found
             we
             'r
             sure
             w'
             have
             lost
          
           
             Their
             actions
             after
             death
             still
             greater
             grew
          
           
             By
             lying
             legends
             ;
             His
             ,
             in
             the
             worlds
             view
             ,
          
           
             Stand
             high
             above
             the
             Paraphrase
             of
             men
             ,
          
           
             And
             need
             no
             flattering
             ,
             feare
             no
             envious
             pen
             .
          
           
             Hence
             then
             Detractors
             ,
             for
             (
             if
             understood
             )
          
           
             The
             ill
             of
             him
             was
             better
             then
             your
             good
             .
          
           
             An
             humble
             soul
             hid
             in
             a
             sterne
             aspect
          
           
             The
             perfect'st
             friendship
             in
             suppos'd
             neglect
             .
          
           
             A
             learned
             head
             without
             the
             boast
             of
             books
             ,
          
           
             A
             devout
             heart
             without
             affected
             looks
             .
          
           
             His
             great
             profession
             did
             in
             practice
             lye
             ,
          
           
             Religion
             lockt
             up
             in
             sincerity
             .
          
           
             Nature
             and
             Grace
             did
             two
             extreams
             unite
             ,
          
        
         
           
             To
             make
             a
             blessed
             sincere
             hypocrite
             .
          
           
             This
             present
             Age
             had
             never
             knowne
             his
             worth
             ,
          
           
             Had
             not
             high
             Providence
             produc'd
             him
             forth
             ,
          
           
             To
             stop
             the
             flouds
             of
             Greatnesse
             ,
             and
             chastise
             ,
          
           
             The
             insolence
             of
             swelling
             Monarchies
             :
          
           
             And
             by
             his
             acts
             the
             purblin'd
             world
             convince
             ,
          
           
             Who
             chaine
             Nobility
             unto
             the
             Prince
             .
          
           
             A
             Princely
             soul
             he
             had
             ,
             though
             Countrey-borne
             ,
          
           
             That
             greatnesse
             could
             chastise
             ,
             teach
             ,
             use
             ,
             and
             scorne
             .
          
           
             He
             in
             himselfe
             drew
             the
             Epitome
          
           
             Of
             a
             compleat
             well-govern'd
             Monarchie
             .
          
           
             Where
             reason
             ruling
             did
             the
             Scepter
             sway
             ,
          
           
             To
             which
             the
             rest
             did
             willingly
             obey
             ;
          
           
             If
             his
             Affections
             'gan
             rebellious
             grow
             ,
          
           
             Religion
             quickly
             forced
             them
             to
             bow
             ;
          
           
             Whil'st
             in
             his
             dealings
             following
             Justice
             lawes
             ,
          
           
             By
             exercise
             her
             noble
             habit
             drawes
             ,
          
           
             Till
             at
             the
             length
             her
             Champion
             he
             is
             made
             ,
          
           
             And
             her
             defence
             converts
             into
             his
             Trade
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             long
             ten
             years
             he
             posteth
             to
             and
             fro
          
           
             To
             help
             
             th'oppressed
             and
             suppresse
             the
             foe
             :
          
           
             For
             whom
             three
             Gen'rals
             had
             a
             high
             respect
             ,
          
           
             For
             Councel
             wise
             ,
             and
             valour
             to
             effect
             :
          
           
             Till
             ,
             
               England
            
             clear'd
             ,
             he
             curbs
             the
             Brittish
             broiles
             ,
          
           
             Then
             into
             
               Ireland
            
             sailes
             (
             
               Herculean
            
             toiles
             !
             )
          
           
             The
             Irish
             men
             ,
             or
             rather
             Roman
             Frogs
             ,
          
           
             He
             makes
             for
             safety
             leap
             into
             their
             Bogs
             .
          
           
             But
             he
             must
             leave
             them
             there
             ,
             a
             greater
             cause
          
           
             Commands
             his
             presence
             (
             maugre
             
               Neptunes
            
             Lawes
             )
          
           
             The
             swelling
             Seas
             and
             crossing
             tides
             can't
             part
          
           
             Brave
             
               Deane
            
             from
             him
             for
             whom
             he
             kept
             his
             heart
             .
          
           
             Let
             others
             chase
             the
             Pirates
             ,
             he
             on
             shore
          
           
             Must
             serve
             his
             Generall
             till
             Wars
             give
             o're
             :
          
           
             Who
             having
             quite
             subdu'd
             the
             numerous
             
               Scots
            
          
           
             Their
             Government
             unto
             his
             
               Deane
            
             allots
             ;
          
           
             Where
             he
             atchieves
             another
             Victory
          
           
             Over
             their
             hearts
             by
             honest
             gallantry
             ;
          
           
             Whilst
             wise
             men
             judged
             it
             a
             propitious
             doom
          
           
             Unto
             their
             land
             so
             to
             be
             overcome
             .
          
           
             For
             now
             his
             greatest
             bus'nesse
             seems
             to
             be
          
           
             To
             keep
             their
             factious
             selves
             in
             unity
             ;
          
           
             He
             at
             their
             instance
             climbes
             the
             rugged
             hills
          
           
             And
             darksome
             Groves
             that
             
               Caledonia
            
             fills
             ;
          
           
             Whil'st
             the
             fell
             Natives
             stand
             aloof
             and
             gaze
             ,
          
           
             From
             craggy
             Rocks
             ,
             in
             a
             profound
             amaze
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             the
             Hors-men
             march
             in
             places
             where
          
           
             They
             never
             saw
             ought
             but
             the
             wildest
             Deer
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             affright
             their
             Chiefes
             come
             falling
             downe
             ,
          
           
             And
             vow
             they
             'l
             ne're
             more
             plunder
             Field
             nor
             Town
             .
          
           
             His
             march
             was
             a
             quick
             journey
             ,
             his
             retreat
          
           
             A
             pleasant
             walk
             with
             little
             bloud
             or
             sweat
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             now
             may
             he
             in
             pleasure
             rest
             a
             while
          
           
             With
             his
             dear
             consort
             ,
             and
             the
             time
             beguile
             .
          
           
             In
             
               Dalkeith
            
             turrets
             or
             her
             shady
             groves
          
           
             Whil'st
             to
             her
             Lute
             she
             sweetly
             sings
             their
             Loves
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             this
             soft
             Musick
             thundring
             Cannons
             marre
             ,
          
           
             Which
             send
             quick
             tidings
             of
             approaching
             Warre
             .
          
           
             And
             is
             a
             Duty
             or
             a
             Danger
             neere
          
           
             On
             Land
             or
             Sea
             ,
             and
             Noble
             
               Deane
            
             not
             there
             ?
          
           
             Away
             he
             shoots
             like
             to
             a
             Star
             that
             brings
          
           
             The
             tidings
             of
             the
             fall
             of
             States
             and
             Kings
             :
          
           
             A
             Star
             in
             motion
             ,
             brightnesse
             ,
             influence
             ,
          
           
             He
             doth
             not
             lead
             the
             
               Dutch
               ,
            
             but
             drive
             them
             hence
             ;
          
           
             Twice
             beats
             them
             ,
             first
             from
             Ours
             ,
             then
             to
             their
             Wals
             ,
          
           
             Which
             done
             ,
             alasse
             our
             Star
             to
             Heaven
             fals
             .
          
           
             And
             it
             was
             time
             ,
             so
             saw
             great
             Providence
             ;
          
           
             'T
             was
             time
             to
             call
             this
             Heavenly
             spark
             from
             hence
             :
          
           
             His
             growing
             lustre
             might
             have
             dimm'd
             us
             all
             ;
          
           
             His
             value
             did
             percipitate
             his
             fall
             :
          
           
             For
             had
             he
             held
             his
             Course
             some
             few
             more
             years
          
           
             The
             world
             (
             with
             me
             )
             had
             turn'd
             Idolaters
             .
          
        
         
           
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             fatur
             Lachrymans
             .
             
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             LONDON
             :
          
           Printed
           by
           
             M.
             S.
          
           for
           
             Tho
             :
             Jenner
          
           at
           the
           South-Entrance
           of
           the
           Royall
           
             Exchange
             .
          
           1653.
           
        
      
      
  

