But with this empty feign'd relief
We do but flatter our just grief,

And we as well may say

That martyr dy'd that day,

Ride up in flames, whom we saw burn,
And into paler ashes turn;

Who's he that such a fate translation calls,
Where the whole body like the mantle falls?
But we beguile our sorrows so
By a false scene of specious woe;
Wee'l weigh, and count, and rate
Our loss, then grieve the fate.
Wee'l know the measure of her worth,

Then mete and deal our sadness forth:
And when the sum's made up, and all is clos'd,
Say Death undid what Love himself compos'd.

What morns did from her smiling rise?
What day was gather'd in her eyes?
What air? what truth? what art?
What musick in each part?

What grace? what motion? and what skill?
How all by manage doubled still?

Thus 'twixt her self and Nature was a strife,
Nature materials brought, but she the life.

The rose when't only pleas'd the sence,
Arm'd with no thorns to give offence,
That rose, as yet curse-free,

Was not more mild than she,

Clear as the tears that did bedew her,

Fresh as the flowers that bestrew her, Fair while she was, and when she was not, fair; Some ruines more than other buildings are.

VPON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT VALIANT

SIR BEVILL GRENVILL, KNIGHT.
Not to be wrought by malice, gain, or pride,
To a compliance with the thriving side;
Not to take arms for love of change, or spight,
But only to maintain afflicted right;

Not to dye vainly in pursuit of fame,
Perversly seeking after voice and name;
Is to resolve, fight, dye, as martyrs do,
And thus did he, souldier and martyr too.

He might (like some reserved men of state,
Who look not to the cause, but to its fate)
Have stood aloof, engag'd on neither side,
Prepar'd at last to strike in with the tide :
But well-weigh'd reason told him, that when law
Either 's renounc'd, or misapply'd by th' awe
Of false-nam'd patriots, that when the right
Of king and subject is suppress'd by might;
When all religion either is refus'd

As mere pretence, or meerly as that us'd;
When thus the fury of ambition swells,
Who is not active, modestly rebels.

Whence, in a just esteem to church and crown,
He offered all, and nothing thought his own:
This thrust him into action, whole and free,
Knowing no interest but loyalty;

Not loving arms as arms, or strife for strife;
Nor wastfull, nor yet sparing of his life;
A great exactor of himself, and then,
By fair commands, no less of other men ;

Courage and judgement had their equal part,
Counsell was added to a generous heart;
Affairs were justly tim'd, nor did he catch
At an affected fame of quick dispatch;
Things were prepar'd, debated, and then done,
Not rashly broke, or vainly overspun;

False periods no where by design were made,
As are by those that make the war their trade;
The building still was suited to the ground,
Whence ev'ry action issu'd full and round.
We know who blind their men with specious lyes,
With revelations and with prophesies,
Who promise two things to obtain a third,
And are themselves by the like motives stirr'd.
By no such engins he his shoulders draws,
He knew no arts but courage, and the cause:
With these he brought them on as well train❜d men,
And with those two he brought them off agen.

I should I know track him through all the course
Of his great actions, show their worth and force;
But although all are handsome, yet we cast
A more intentive eye still on the last.

When now th' incensed legions proudly came Down like a torrent without bank or dam : When undeserv'd success urg'd on their force; That thunder must come down to stop their course, Or Grenvill must step in; then Grenvill stood, And with himself oppos'd, and check'd the floud. Conquest or death was all his thought. So fire Either o'rcomes, or doth itself expire : His courage work't like flames, cast heat about, Here, there, on this, on that side, none gave out; Not any pike in that renowned stand,

But took new force from his inspiring hand:

Souldier encourag'd souldier, man urg'd man,
And he urg'd all; so much example can;
Hurt upon hurt, wound upon wound did call,
He was the but, the mark, the aim of all :
His soul this while retir'd from cell to cell,
At last up flew from all, and then he fell.
But the devoted stand enraged more

From that his fate, ply'd hotter than before,
And proud to fall with him, sworn not to yeeld,
Each sought an honour'd grave, so gain'd the field.
Thus he being fall'n, his action fought anew:
And the dead conquer'd, whiles the living slew.
And thou (blest soul) whose clear compacted fame,
As amber bodies keeps, preserves thy name.
Whose life affords what doth content both eyes,
Glory for people, substance for the wise,
Go laden up with spoyls, possess that seat,
To which the valiant, when they've done, retreat :
And when thou seest an happy period sent
To these distractions, and the storm quite spent,
Look down and say, I have my share in all,
Much good grew from my life, much from my fall.