FRANCIS BEAUMONT ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY Mortality, behold and fear: What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones. Here they lie had realms and lands, 5 Who now want strength to stir their hands, They preach, "In greatness is no trust." Here's an acre sown indeed With the richest, royallest seed 10 That the earth did e'er suck in Since the first man died for sin. Here the bones of birth have cried, "Though gods they were, as men they died!" Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruined sides of kings. Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, 15 5 ΙΟ 1612. HARK! NOW EVERYTHING IS STILL Hark! now everything is still, The screech-owl and the whistler shrill Call upon our dame aloud, And bid her quickly don her shroud. Much you had of land and rent: Your length in clay's now competent. A long war disturbed your mind: Here your perfect peace is signed. Of what is 't fools make such vain keeping? Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. 5 ΙΟ Strew your hair with powders sweet, A crucifix let bless your neck. 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day; About 1616. 1623. GILES FLETCHER FROM CHRIST'S VICTORY AND TRIUMPH JUSTICE AND MERCY But Justice had no sooner Mercy seen Opened the world which all in darkness lay, 15 She was a virgin of austere regard; Not as the world esteems her, deaf and blind, But as the eagle, that hath oft compared Her eye with heav'n's, so and more brightly shined Her lamping sight, for she the same could wind 5 The silence of the thought loud-speaking hears; And in one hand a pair of even scoals she wears. No riot of affection revel kept Within her breast, but a still apathy Sending her eyes to heav'n swimming in tears, Whetting the blazing sword that in her hand she bears. The winged lightning is her Mercury, 25 And round about her mighty thunders sound: Impatient of himself lies pining by Pale Sickness, with his kerchered head upwound, And thousand noisome plagues attend her round: 30 And airy mountains shake, and frighted shadows howl. Famine, and bloodless Care, and bloody War, Want, and the Want of Knowledge how to use Abundance; Age, and Fear that runs afar 35 His winged steps-for who would not refuse Grief's company, a dull and raw-boned spright, That lanks the cheeks, and pales the freshest sight, Unbosoming the cheerful breast of all delight? 40 Before this cursed throng goes Ignorance, And in the midst Strife still would roaguing be, 45 And underneath Hell's hungry throat still yawning lies. Upon two stony tables, spread before her, She leaned her bosom, more than stony hard: 50 There slept th' unpartial Judge, and strict restorer Where good and bad, and life and death, were painted; Was never heart of mortal so untainted 55 But when that scroll was read with thousand terrors fainted. Witness the thunder that Mount Sinai heard бо But like a wood of shaking leaves became. On this dead Justice she, the Living Law, All heav'n, to hear her speech, did into silence draw. 65 She ended, and the heav'nly hierarchies, The Earth and her firm basis quite in sunder, under. As when the cheerful Sun, elamping wide, Wrapt in a sable cloud from mortal eyes; 70 75 And headlong to his early roost the sparrow flies; 80 But soon as he again disshadowed is, Restoring the blind World his blemished sight, The coozened birds busily take their flight, 85 So Mercy once again herself displays, Out from her sister's cloud, and open lays Those sunshine looks whose beams would dim a thousand days. How may a worm, that crawls along the dust, 90 And fetch from thence thy fair idea just, 95 |