A funeral elegy upon the most honored upon Earth, and now glorious in Heaven His Excellency Robert Devereux Earl of Essex and Ewe, Viscount Hereford, Lord Ferrers of Chartly Courchier and Lovaine, late Generall of England. / Written by him who doth with much grief here speak of brave Essex, Englands Phenix Peere. Josiah Ricraft of London merchant.
Ricraft, Josiah, fl. 1645-1679.
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A funeral elegy upon the most honored upon Earth, and now glorious in Heaven His Excellency Robert Devereux Earl of Essex and Ewe, Viscount Hereford, Lord Ferrers of Chartly Courchier and Lovaine, late Generall of England. / Written by him who doth with much grief here speak of brave Essex, Englands Phenix Peere. Josiah Ricraft of London merchant.
Ricraft, Josiah, fl. 1645-1679.
1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (port.)
Printed in the year one thousand six hundred forty and six in which, Septembers fourteenth day deceased brave Essex. Are to be sold by John Hancock, in Popes head Ally neer the Royall Exchange,
London :
[1646]
With engraved portrait of the Earl of Essex.
In verse : "Is Valiant Essex dead? 'tis sure a story!"
Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
eng
Essex, Robert Devereaux, -- Earl of, 1591-1646 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
Elegiac poetry, English -- Early works to 1800.
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A
Funerall
Elegy
upon
the
most
Honored
upon
Earth
,
and
now
glorious
in
Heaven
,
His
Excellency
Robert
Devereux
Earl
of
Essex
and
Ewe
,
Viscount
Hereford
,
Lord
Ferrers
of
Chartly
Bourchier
and
Lovaine
,
late
Generall
of
England
.
portrait
Robert
Earle
of
Essex
his
Exellence
Lord
Generall
of
the
Parlimts
:
Army
etc
:
Lately
deceased
winged skull
IS
valiant
Essex
dead
?
't
is
sure
a
story
!
Since
none
do
die
who
gain
eternal
glory
.
No
,
he
is
only
vanisht
from
our
sight
,
And
made
a
star
;
to
give
these
Isles
more
light
To
see
the
way
to
peace
,
and
to
direct
Their
erring
judgements
from
each
idle
Sect
,
Which
trouble
both
Religion
,
and
the
State
▪
And
are
indeed
the
limen
of
that
gate
At
which
our
miseries
and
mischiefes
enter
,
The
very
spring
of
all
our
woes
and
center
.
But
whither
run
I
?
oh
!
see
!
observe
the
Sphears
,
How
they
bewail
our
Essex
losse
in
tears
:
For
with
this
light
and
airy
shadow
we
Of
fame
and
honor
must
contented
be
;
Since
from
the
vain
grasp
of
our
Wishes
fled
Their
glorious
substance
is
,
now
,
he
is
dead
;
And
speaks
again
louder
,
and
louder
yet
;
Els
while
we
hear
the
sound
,
we
should
forget
What
is
deliver'd
;
let
hoarse
rumors
cry
Till
it
so
many
ecchoes
multiply
,
To
waken
our
deaf
sense
,
and
make
our
ears
As
open
and
dilated
as
our
fears
,
That
we
might
feel
the
blow
and
feeling
grive
At
which
fain
we
would
not
,
but
must
beleeve
,
And
in
this
horrid
faith
behold
the
world
From
her
proud
height
of
expectation
hurl'd
;
Stooping
with
him
,
as
if
shee
strove
to
have
No
lower
center
now
,
then
Essex
grave
.
Oh!
could
not
all
thy
purchas'd
victories
Like
to
thy
fame
,
thy
flesh
immortalize
!
Could
not
all
these
protect
thee
,
or
prevail
To
fright
that
coward
Death
,
who
oft
grew
pale
To
look
thee
and
thy
battels
in
the
face
?
Alas
they
could
not
!
destiny
gives
place
To
none
:
nor
is
it
seen
that
Princes
Lives
Can
saved
be
by
their
Prerogatives
.
Yet
since
it
is
decreed
thy
life's
bright
sun
Must
be
eclip'st
;
thy
race
it
being
run
:
Be
proud
,
thou
dye'st
in
thy
black
obsequies
With
greater
glory
set
,
then
others
rise
.
For
in
thy
death
and
life
thou
heldest
one
Most
just
and
regular
proportion
.
Look
how
a
circle
drawn
by
compass
meet
Invisibly
is
joyned
head
to
feet
:
So
doth
thy
fate
and
honor
now
contend
To
match
thy
brave
beginning
with
thy
end
.
And
for
thy
name
,
it
stands
in
crimson
groun
▪
Edg-hill
and
Newbrey-marsh
thy
fame
to
sound
.
For
in
those
fields
thou
did'st
triumphantly
Conquer
the
enemy
,
got'st
the
victory
.
Therefore
thou
wilt
have
for
thy
passing
bels
The
drums
and
canons
thunder
forth
thy
knels
.
Then
famous
London
shut
your
shops
a
space
,
And
mourn
for
him
who
was
your
Islands
grace
.
I
should
proceed
,
but
sorrow
wets
my
eyes
;
And
while
some
Muses
write
,
mine
only
cries
.
Written
by
him
who
doth
with
much
grief
here
Speak
of
brave
Essex
,
Englands
Phenix
Peere
.
Josiah
Ricraft
of
London
Merchant
.
FINIS
LONDON
Printed
in
the
year
one
thousand
six
hundred
forty
and
six
In
which
,
SEPTEMBERS
fourteenth
day
deceased
brave
ESSEX
.
Are
to
be
sold
by
JOHN
HANCOCK
,
in
Popes
head
Ally
neer
the
Royall
Exchange
.