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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of The Right Honourable The Lord Viscount Bayning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise,<br>And Worthies be not crown'd with gold, but bayes;<br>Shall we not thank? To praise Thee all agree;<br>We Debtors must out doe it, heartily.<br>Deserved Nobility of True Descent,<br>Though not so old in Thee grew Ancient:<br>We number not the Tree of Branched Birth,<br>But genealogie of Vertue, spreading forth<br>To many Births in value. Piety,<br>True Valour, Bounty, Meeknesse, Modesty,<br>These noble off-springs swell Thy Name as much,<br>As Richards, Edwards, three, foure, twenty such:<br>For in thy Person's linage surnam'd are<br>The great, the good, the wise, the just, the faire.<br>One of these stiles innobles a whole stemme;<br>If all be found in One, what race like him!<br>Long stayres of birth, unlesse they likewise grow<br>To higher vertue, must descend more low.<br>When water comes through numerous veins of lead,<br>'Tis water still; Thy blood, from One pipe's head,<br>Grew Aqua-vitæ streight, with spirits fill'd,<br>As not traduc'd, but rais'd, sublim'd, distill'd.<br>Nobility farre spread, I may behold,<br>Like the expanded skie, or dissolv'd gold,<br>Much rarified; I see't contracted here<br>Into a starre, the strength of all the spheare;<br>Extracted like the Elixir from the mine,<br>And highten'd so that 'tis too soone divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Divinity continues not beneath;<br>Alas nor He; but though He passe by death,<br>He that for many liv'd, gaines many lives<br>After hee's dead: Each friend and servant strives<br>To give him breath in praise; this Hospital,<br>That Prison, Colledge, Church, must needs recall<br>To mind their Patron; whose rich legacies<br>In forreigne lands, and under other skies<br>To them assign'd, shew that his heart did even<br>In France love England, as in England Heaven:<br>Heav'n well perceiv'd this double pious love,<br>Both to his Country here, and that above:<br>Therefore the day, that saw Him landed here,<br>Hath seen him landed in his Haven there;<br>The selfe-same day (but two yeares interpos'd)<br>Saw Sun and Him round shining twice & clos'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No Citizen so covetous could be<br>Of getting wealth, as of bestowing, He;<br>His Body and Estate went as they came,<br>Stript of Appendix Both, and left the same<br>But in th' Originall; Necessity<br>Devested one, the other Charity.<br>It cost him more to clothe his soule in death,<br>Than e're to cloth his flesh for short-liv'd breath;<br>And whereas Lawes exact from Niggards dead<br>A Portion for the Poore, they now are said<br>To moderate His Bounty; never such<br>Was known but once, that men should give too much:<br>A Tabernacle then was built, and now<br>The like in heav'n is purchas'd: Learn you how;<br>Partly by building Men, and partly by<br>Erecting walls, by new-found Chymistry,<br>Turning of Gold to Stones. Our Christ-Church Pile,<br>Great Henrie's Monument, shall grow awhile<br>With Bayning's Treasure; who a way hath took.<br>Like those at Westminster, to fill a nook<br>'Mongst beds of Kings. Thus speak, speak while we may<br>For Stones will speak when We are hush'd in Clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Strode">William Strode</a><div class=q>
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We Debtors must out doe it, heartily.
Deserved Nobility of True Descent,
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